Ethan's POV
I sit in the last row of the history class, anxiously looking at the doors with my textbook and assignment notebook sitting on the nearby chair, the chair near the window. Students pour into the class like colonies of ants, each one taking seat at their respective chairs along with their partner.
The class fills in no time and I sigh looking down at my feet. I had a little hope that Michael will come today. But now I lost it. He isn't going to come. How could I expect him to class after yesterdays events ?
Yesterday he got hurt badly. We beat him almost to death. we were about to go out for a party when he jumped in front of us. I actually didn't want to go but I couldn't say 'No' as I already avoided two parties last week.
I was the first one to notice Michael. I
