Max, pathetic old Max, why didn't you save Chloe?, oh right, that's because your not a selfish bitch, like she was. How could you let that fucking punk kiss you?
Oh yes, because you love her, well if I was you Maxine Caulfield, I would forget about this bitch.
Max Snapped back into reality, she was at Chloe's funeral, there she was, Max felt a lot of guilt that day. "Hey, Mr Madsen?" Max asked "Call me David Max."
David replied "Oh sorry, is..Jefferson In jail?" Max stuttered "Yes he is, and for a long godamn time." "Thank you for saving me, back there." Max sighed
"It's ok, you know I would of done that for any student in Blackwell." "Your a great man David." Max said, while finishing off her, bacon. "I owe you one."
"No, you don't Max." David exclaimed flipping a page in his newspaper, Joyce came into the living room with more eggs, "Better eat up' Max." Joyce said while putting more scrambled egg on the table. "Sorry, Joyce, It's just Chloe's funeral and all." Max looked down to her hands, "It's ok Darlin' I knew she was special to you, to all of us."
Max picked up her messenger bag, and left for the door. "Thanks for breakfast Joyce." "Anytime honey." Joyce Exclaimed, Max headed for Blackwell, Warren was standing outside of Max's dorm. "Max!" Warren shouted "Hey..Warren." Max Stuttered "Oh, how did the funeral go?" Did he seriously just fucking bring that up, fucking dick move Warren. Max pushed past him, "It went fine" Max said sharply. Not today, Warren I've had it with your shit.