Texts [boyxboy]

- 34. -

Alex's point of view

   I've literally been twenty minutes waiting outside Max's highschool for him to get out. Everyone has at this point, and he's not answering my texts.

   After a few more minutes, a stumbling figure comes out of the building, getting closer to me with baby steps.

   "Max?" I ask to myself as I squeeze my eyes, trying to focus my vision. It's him.

   I run up to him and I am finally able to see what's wrong. A cut on his eyebrow, a black eye, and I'm sure his ribs hurt too since he's been covering them up with his hands since I saw him.

   "I'm okay." He says when I reach his side.

   "You clearly aren't. What happened? Who did this?"

   "Just some guy. But hey, it's fine." He tries to let it pass.

   "Fine? Have you looked at yourself?"

   "Aw, I though my outfit for today was cute." He jokes.

   "Just... Let's get to my car and then we'll discuss this, alright?"

   "Sure." He nods and I help him get into my car just before I jump into the drivers seat and I start driving.

   I hope we get to my hotel quickly, 'cause I'm dying to find out what happened.

"Texts"  it's coming to and end you guys.