“I cannot believe you got me sent to detention," I lean towards Max and whisper quietly. He looks over at me and the bruise on his face is now joined by a scratch on her neck. I wince a little seeing it. “Are you okay?"
“Peachy," Max says and rolls his neck, I hear it cracking and make a face. I've always hated that sound. He faces forward again and I reach over to poke him.
“Max," I whisper loudly.
“What?" He turns to look at me and when he sees the expression on my face his hardened features soften a bit. “What, Charlie?" He asks again but a little kinder.
“I'm sorry this keeps happening to you," I say softly when I finally find the words. Max looks at me and smiles sadly.
“It's not your fault. I didn't learn my lesson from the first time, I guess," Max responds and shrugs.
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