I walked away, my heart heavy and my face absolutely tear-stricken. My best friend had just asked me to euthanize her, and I could not refuse. I wouldn't want to live like that, a paraplegic, not being able to do anything or feel any movement in my body. It broke my heart to see Chloe like that, and that's what she wanted. I hated this, this alternate universe. I wish I could go back and keep things the way they were. While I was waiting for a bus, I took my phone out from my pocket and went to go text one of my only friends left, Warren. Much to my surprise, I didn't even have his number. My heart sunk as I saw all the messages from Victoria and Nathan, but none from Warren; or Kate for that matter. I didn't know how to turn this around, and unfortunately, I don't think that was even possible. I sluggishly got onto the bus and took a seat towards the back so people wouldn't see me crying. I put my earphones in and just stared out the window, silently sobbing, until we arrived back at Blackwell. I walked up the stairs until I saw Warren holding hands with Stella. That was something I never predicted; they had never even hung out. My heart sunk as I looked at Warren and he looked away awkwardly as soon as our eyes met, as if he had no idea who I was, or as if I had hurt him in some way, which I admit was plausible, due to the fact that I was apart of the Vortex Club. I turned my back to him, heartbroken. I had lost one of the best, most loyal friends I had ever had. People had always hinted that Warren was into me, so now that he had a girlfriend was kind of a shock. I told myself that I never looked at Warren that way, but perhaps I should have. He was nothing but good to me, and he never failed to show me how much he cared about me. But that was all shot to Hell now, right?

My mind slipped back to Chloe, and what I had just done. My best friend was gone forever, and I started silently crying and sat down in on an isolated patch of grass, hoping that no one would spot me. I didn't want to go back to my dorm room now; I wanted to be outside in the fresh air. The day was nearing, so people had started to go back to their rooms. After a good half hour, I stopped crying and stood up. I kept my eyesight at my feet, so I didn't have to face anyone. I wouldn't, not right now. Not looking where I was going while walking back to my door, I bumped into someone. "Sorry, I'll get out of your way," a familiar voice mumbled and I looked up at him. Warren. I felt so at home staring into his warm, brown eyes. They were so welcoming, inviting. I stuttered, "N-no I'm sorry, Warren. It was my fault." He stopped in his tracks as he had started walking off and turned around. "You know my name?" He asked nervously.

I quickly wiped a tear that had been forming in the corner of my eye. What the fuck had I done to Warren? I hope I hadn't made his life Hell, but I had an awful feeling that I had, what with my new high status profile and all. I smiled slightly and said, "Yeah, of course I do."

He looked down, still confused, and said, "Oh, right. I'm just so used to your and your posse calling me beta fag, I didn't now you actually knew my real name." I looked down at my hands, which were now tightened into small fists. I was so angry at myself, how could I have done this? I really fucked up. "I'm so sorry, Warren. I didn't know what I was thinking." I paused, searching for the right words so I didn't sound like a lunatic, "To be honest, the Vortex Club is something I don't want to be a part of anymore." He looked shocked, which really upset me. I had really become a totally different person. It didn't look like he was going to say anything, so I striked up the conversation again, "I don't know what I was thinking, honestly," I said softly and looked him in the eye, so he wouldn't think that I was joking.

"Are you high, or something?" he asked, his anger rising. I was startled by his tone.

"N-no," I stuttered, "of course not, Warren. What would make you think that?"

"Well, you're acting really strange. Not to mention your eyes are all puffy and red."

I touched my eyes; they were still wet. I decided to be honest with him, "One of my closest, childhood friends died today," I paused, and tried to get myself together, "I've been crying," I choked.

"Oh, Max. I'm so sorry for assuming such an awful thing; I had no idea. I really am sorry for your loss."

"It's all my fault," I said and looked down at my feet.

Warren put his hand on my shoulder, "Do not for a second blame yourself, Max."

"Oi!" yelled an unfamiliar voice, and Warren dropped his hand. "What are you two doing out here?! It's nearly curfew, get back to your rooms soon, don't make me bust you!" It was the security guard, but not David Madsen.

"Sorry, sir, we were just discussing a homework assignment," Warren said and glanced down at his fidgeting fingers.

"I better get going," I said as the security guard grunted and started walking away. "I literally can not deal with anymore conflict or drama today."

"Sure," he said sympathetically.

"I'll see you around," I said and started walking back to my dorm.

"Bye, Max," Warren said as I walked away.

As soon as I got back to my room, I burst into tears on my bed. The next thing I know, my alarm is going off at 7am.