“What are you doing?” Clare asked, stepping between Max and her cousin Tammy. She might be only a shade over five foot tall, but the flash of her eyes made Max step back.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Max said. He held up both hands, in the universal sign of man caught doing something he shouldn’t have done. Tammy, in the meantime, had seized the opportunity to retreat. Max could see how she had won the state championship in the 100 metres; if she’d left a trail of smoke behind her he wouldn’t have been surprised.
“It’s exactly what it looks like!” Clare said. There were sparks in her eyes. “Why were you touching her hair, Max?”
“She just had some popcorn in her hair, Baby,” Max said, flashing his most disingenuous smile. “I just took it out for her, you know? I was just being polite.”
“You listen to me, Max.” She jabbed her finger into his chest with each word. “You’re my boyfriend, and that means you don’t touch other girls. Do you got that?”
“Oh, come on, Clare, be reasonable…” Max started to say, not realizing he’d just tossed a match into a powder keg.
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