Mae X Bea Novels & Stories

"What's she doing?" "She's looking for Beast. She wants to give him a thank you kiss." Someone made kiss smacking noises and Beast reached out and swatted the back of their head. When the two women returned to the elevators everyone cleared out except Christopher. He sat down and flipped cameras until he located Ashleigh and her friend. She looked good, healthy, pretty. He was satisfied that she was all right. But he still didn't turn away from the camera.

“There he is again. If there was really nothing between you two, he wouldn’t keep following you around, right?” “This is the school canteen, hello?” Mae answered sharply while glaring at her again. “Anyone can come here and anyone can leave.” She quickly stood up and started fixing her things. She was not in the mood to deal with anyone today. Her body still hurt, and she did not want any more stress. “Hey! I’m not done eating yet!” Vanessa complained while holding her burger that was only halfway finished. But Mae ignored her and started walking out of the canteen. Unfortunately, Kent was walking in the exact same direction toward her.

But if that look on her face tells me anything, it's she's trying to be a bitch. I hold my hand out to shake hers. "Betty, nice to see you again!" I say in the most cheerful demeanor I can muster. Her eyes flash when I get her name wrong. "Wow, and I thought I was bad with names," Max replies, biting into a dinner roll, clearly not seeing what is going on. "Mom, this is Rae. Rae, this is my mom, Becca," he reminds us. Becca doesn't acknowledge her fail as she steps past me to place a bottle of wine on the table.

Celeste giggled. “Hush, you.” I scolded her, before turning back to Maeve. “I gotta be honest with you though, I’ve got no idea how to do this.” I said sheepishly. “Don’t worry, me either!” She shrugged as she held up her own hammer, making me laugh as she inspected it like it was some kind of foreign object. “We’re smart independent women, Maia. We can work it out.” Her voice held nothing but pure determination, as if she was going to battle, making the whole thing even more comical as she started hitting random nails in the floor with her hammer.