Max's POV
"If you break up with me, I'll make sure that your life is even more miserable then than it is now." I was being held by the throat against the back wall of the school. Nobody ever walked back there, so Dylan wouldn't get caught by any teachers. I felt tears beginning to form. "But Dyl-," I was cut off when he punched me in the eye. I couldn't hold them back. The tears started leaking down my cheeks, streaming faster and faster. Dylan let go of my neck and I crumpled to the ground, falling on my knees and watching his back as he walked away, laughing.
Yeah. That's my wonderful boyfriend. He actually was wonderful, at first. Then he started using me… and then he blackmailed me, and that's what he continued to do. Believe me it was great. (That was sarcasm.)
I started walking home. The sun beat down on me. School was almost out, and I was glad. It was Monday, and this week was the last. Of course, we were still being piled with work. The teachers call it 'end of the year work.' 'End of the year work' is like the work we've had all year, only ten times worse. I saw my house ahead of me and I sped up; my mom, Valencia Martinez, promised she'd make cookies. Me, being Max, would KILL for cookies.
Just as I was going to turn to walk into my house I heard a scathing voice behind me.
"Where'd the black eye come from?"
That voice was Fang's. How great.
"Let me guess," Fang said, "you tripped and fell and hit your face off the concrete. I wouldn't be surprised, you're such a klutz."
I looked at him, my eyes narrowed, "Leave me alone Fang." He grinned. "No can do. I asked you a question, I expect an answer." I rolled my eyes. "It was nothing, ok?" Fang said, "You're such a wimp, Max. I bet you did trip." I snapped, "I am not a wimp!" Fang sneered, "Wimpy, wimpy, wimpy! Wimpy Max can't tell me what the hell happened!" I muttered almost inaudibly, "Dylan did it." Fang stopped teasing me like he usually did. "What?" He asked. I said, "There, I told you, that's what you asked for. Now leave me alone."
I ran into my house, leaving Fang wondering if he'd heard me right.
Fang's POV
I stared after Max in disbelief. Had she just said that Dylan did it? Dylan, her boyfriend, had given her a black eye? I couldn't believe it. If he was harming her, she wouldn't be with him, right? I wondered for a moment why I was caring. Max and I hadn't been on good terms for years. I didn't WANT to hate her. She had started it, anyways. I shook my head.
I told myself not to think of that right now. Right now, I had to figure out one thing.
Was Dylan abusing Max?