*Eva's POV*
It's been 4 days since I last saw Max. I wont deny that I don't miss him, and don't feel bad for leaving him alone. But he had scared me. That girl killed her self because of Max. I don't think that's a little thing.
It's Friday, so I march towards my bathroom to get ready. After taking a shower, and putting on my basic tee and jeans, I descend downstairs.
"Morning, girlie," Hailey cooed.
"Hmm, morning." Sadly, I make myself some cereal, and hop on the marble counter with the bowl in my hands.
"Did he come yesterday?" she asks, as she pours herself some juice.
"No," I reply blankly. He didn't attend school since our last 'talk'. I am worried for him. What if he has done something stupid to himself? No. 'Stop thinking about him' my conscience tells me.
Checking the time
