Chapter 62

Maxwell's POV
Bang! I slammed my hand on the wooden desk in front of me, my emotions boiling over
"Fuck, I'm such an idiot!" I ran a hand through my hair, pacing back and forth over worn down, dull gray carpet. How ironic, I thought to myself. That matches my mood perfectly! I was standing in an unoccupied office room, but I don't remember how I ended up here. All I did remember, was running as fast as I could to try to escape what had just happened.
A voice in my head nagged at me, telling me I was acting like a mad man, like a little boy with a crush that had just been rejected and couldn't handle it, but I knew I wasn't being silly. I wasn't acting like an immature brat, Claudia was. When I first saw her looking at me strangely, I figured she was just intrigued by the idea of me being the Demon prince.
But, when she started to act different towards me, compared to the way she acted with the rest of the guys, I thought she might have a crush on me. And of course, at first I was shocked by the idea of it. I mean, all along I'd been nothing but mean to her, and she repaid me by having a crush on me. However, after thinking about for a few days, I became even surer that she actually liked.
So understandably, I don't know what to feel now. After thinking that she liked me all this time, to be crushed like this, has me doubting everything. Everything that I thought was a subtle hint showing me her true feelings may have all been in my head. What if it was all a ploy? What if-
No! I told myself resolutely. She likes me, and I like her. No more thinking about it, until I get a chance to talk to her again properly.
I looked around the vacant office in an attempt to distract myself from my round-about thoughts, taking every inch in and trying to work out what it had previously been used for. The office was an ordinary one, with a desk in the middle of the room and several chairs surrounding.
The scent of pine seemed to fill the air, though it wasn't strong, and therefore hinted this was the type of wood the desk was made from. I knew it to be very sturdy from the excess amount of strength I had applied earlier and could only imagine it was of considerable value. I continued my account of the room and saw two black, leather sofas pushed against the far wall. In addition to these, a big but empty, wooden cupboard seemed to take up much of the wall that wasn't filled with large windows. I sighed and shook my head.
"Bullshit"
I sat on the sofa with my head in my hands, thinking about what happened yesterday even though I was trying not to.
Why? Why did she ignore the fact that she likes me? Why did she say that it was a big mistake? I knew that she was lying when she told me she felt nothing when we kissed! Her face said it all, even though she tried to hide it, and if I wasn't so shocked, I would have tried to argue with her longer. Something must have happened for her to say that, and I was going to figure out what. But of course, the one question that kept on going through my head in the meantime was 'WHY'
Maybe it's because of Westley
I gritted my teeth. No, Claudia doesn't like Westley like that. He's just a brother to her. But then again, what kind of judge am I? Maybe she really did see a spark between them, because she didn't see one between us, but I did. I thought she liked me, and look where that got me
No! Maxwell, stop doing this to yourself!
I knew I was right, and she did feel the same way, but I couldn't stop myself from second guessing it. I mean, when someone reacted that badly to something, how was my ego not meant to take personal insult? It was like being told you weren't good enough for someone, and not surprisingly, it didn't feel very nice.
I heard heavy footsteps coming towards the room and stop in front of the door. I sighed in exasperation; I could never get left alone from people I didn't want to see. The door suddenly burst open, making me jump, before I blew out a breath of relief after seeing that it was just Yul
"Ah, there you are." He grinned, walking in my direction. He was in his usual cocky mood, thinking that he was the king of the world. Dumbass.
"Why so stressed, cousin?"
I rolled my eyes. I swear, sometimes I feel like chocking Yul. And right now, I don't think I'm in the mood to be able to deal with anything he has to say.
"None of your damn business." I replied harshly.
He mimicked me and rolled his eyes, getting on my nerves so badly in just thirty seconds that I wanted to snap.
"Angry too." He pointed out, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
"Something to do with a lady called Claudia?" He asked, waiting for my answer.
"Get out of here Yul, I'm not going to explain myself to you." I replied, looking at him dead in the eyes. Yul didn't look fazed by what I said, and instead, sat in front of me with a look of determination.
"So you're going to give up, just like that? Where's the Maxwell that I know, the one that never gives up?"
"And who the hell told you that I'm going to give up?" I smirked, and Yul laughed.
"I know that look, Maxwell. Ha, what are you going to do?" He asked, eyes full of anxiousness. I shrugged, standing up and fixed my shirt.
"You'll see." I grinned, walking out of the office, hearing Yul's half-hearted laugh ringing in my ears.
I have the perfect plan.