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BEVERLY's POV

I stared at her as she stumbled through the front door while trying and failing miserably to remove her heels. Her hair was a wild mess and her dress disheveled.

"Here, come on. Let's get you to bed," I spoke, making her jump slightly.

"Why are you still up?" She slightly slurred, chuckling a little.

"It is six in the morning, I am about to leave for school. The bus will be here pretty soon. I have a big test first period and I was studying a few notes before you came." I grabbed her arm and led her to her bed.

Her eyes laid shut as she climbed into her bed, clothes and all.

"Who would have thought that I would have given birth to a nerd." She cackled against her pillow, as I ignored her comment.

She moaned and gripped her head. "Can you please hand me the pain killers. This headache is killing me, and if you really loved me, you would make me some breakfast before you go."

I hate it when she says that; if you really love me you would...., I can't even remember the last time that she told me that she loved me, but it seems like I have to constantly prove to her my undying love for her.

"I honestly have like seven minutes to make it to the bus. I really don't have the time to make you any breakfast, just do it yourself when your headache goes away." I gripped my bag, glancing at the clock hanging above her bedroom door.

"You can't take seven minutes of your time to make your own mother some breakfast? You are so selfish. Don't you see the condition that I am in?" She spat, her eyes red and her breath bad.

A condition that you put yourself in.

"I am suffering so much right now. Just look at me. After everything that I have done for you, you are telling me that you cannot take seven minutes of your time to make breakfast for your own mother who raised you all by yourself an--"

"Okay, alright." I sighed. I really can't take any more of her ranting this morning.

And so that is how I missed the bus this morning.

That is how I missed the test for first period.

But my mom didn't miss breakfast.

I grabbed my books as the bell for third period rang. The halls filled quickly and it was an absolute struggle to make my way past everyone. The halls were especially crowded today. Everyone smashed into clumps as everyone went in different directions.

But then everyone stilled, and formed a tight circle, staring at a scene that played before their eyes. I didn't care about what they were seeing, I was just trying to make my way to my locker and back.

I pushed through the crowd and slid around the ever growing crowd until I saw exactly what they were looking at.

Everest.

He was murmuring quickly to Cara, a grey hoodie covering his head. He was positioned at an angle that only gave away a side profile of his face.

I felt like I was seeing a ghost. Even though I knew that he didn't actually die, I didn't think that he was ever going to come back to school. It has been like two weeks since the first day of school, and the Everest drama sorta died down since then.

But here he is.

In the flesh.

Cara had disgust covered all over her facial features. "You have some nerve coming here."

He tried to grab her arm, but she yanked it back. "Don't touch me."

Everest glanced around the large crowd and I saw redness and sadness brimming in his irises. He quickly whipped his head back towards Cara.

"Aww... Look, he is about to cry." Someone laughed in the crowd, causing a few more chuckles to arise in the large group.

"Is this really how you are going to treat me like?" His voice was that of anger. I have never seen Everest angry before.

Cara shrugged and grabbed some books from her locker, her blonde hair shielding her face.

Nash had come out of nowhere and had now stood in between Cara and Everest, his face a sleet of stone. "Get outta here man. You don't belong here anymore."

His words struck my core, so I could only imagine just how hurt Everest must have felt.

His head hung low, the grey hoodie shielding his head. Strands of his bronze hair stuck from out of the top. He held his head up and nodded it slowly, before turning on his heels and storming out of the high school.

Teachers came into the hall and broke up the crowd, and for a second time my heart broke for Everest.