My temper could be described as a single dynamite in a warehouse engulfed in fire. I wasn't the easiest person to soothe, nor did I tolerate annoyance quite well.
The simplest thing could set that dynamite on fire, and there was no going back once I'm pissed. Anyone who knew me for five seconds could know it by a single conversation with me.
But when Max mentioned that they couldn't find Nathan, I neither felt angry, nor annoyed. In fact, I simply sat there on my bike as Drew stared at me in anticipation. He knew I was a ticking time bomb, and he also knew that something like this would've set me off, but oddly I was calm.
"Where was the last place you saw him?" I asked calmly as Drew watched me sceptically.
"Uh- right here. He didn't leave hi
