A/N: I know people sometimes read stories just for the smut, so if that's what you're here for skip straight to Chapter 19. BUT I RECOMMEND READING THE ACTUAL STORY BECAUSE I DID NOT SLAVE AWAY WRITING IT JUST FOR UR HORNY LIL ASSES TO SKIP RIGHT PAST IT. Anyways... please enjoy! :)


"He's down. Hey… come on..."

Max pulled Warren back away from the bloody body on the floor. All the rage that clouded his brain was now disappearing with heavy breaths.

"Stop… Sorry…" Nathan pleaded as he covered his beaten face with shaky hands. His soft whimpers filling the hallway.

"We have to go." Chloe announced as she picked up the gun Warren had kicked from Nathan's hand.

Warren knew we had to leave but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the crumpled up Nathan. His mouth and nose were oozing blood, his face red and bruised from Warren's angry punches.

I did that to him…

The realization started to slowly spread through Warren's brain like a deadly cancer.

Max wrapped her arm loosely around her disheartened friend's shoulders, guiding him towards the door to the stairs. Warren followed her like a robot, looking down at his own bloody hands. At first it felt good to let out all the pent up aggression he held towards the snobby rich kid. He deserved it for that everything that he's done, but now… now he had a nasty taste in his mouth. He felt like a bully.

"Who's the bitch now?" Chloe asked as she towered over the bleeding boy. The distaste in her voice was enough to punch at him once more. Nathan just flinched and curled his body into a tighter ball.

"Chloe!" Max scolded.

The guilt wrapped around Warren's throat like a snake. Warren could feel the walls start to close in on him, his chest feeling tight with the need for air. He turned and descended the stairs quickly, throwing the door open aggressively once he reached the bottom. He earned a few weird stares but he didn't care. He only thanked the cool autumn breeze for being way more refreshing than inside the dorms. He panted, the crisp air filling and leaving his aching lungs. He felt like he could finally breathe, his vision turning blurry. He shook his head, blinking away the unwanted tears. Now wasn't the time.

It wasn't long before the two girls were in front of him. He quickly composed himself, clearing his throat and straightening his shirt.

"Damn, that was intense. Warren… t-thank you so much." Max said as she stepped closer to Warren to check his face for any open wounds besides the bruise he was going to get from head butting the richer kid in the face.

"For what?" He asked looking up at her, his head downcast towards the floor.

"For beating the shit out of Nathan Prescott. Dude, you rule." Chloe praised.

"I don't know. I kinda went crazy there… like Nathan." He turned his eyes to the floor, feeling the guilt build back up.

"You're nothing like him." Max reassured, placing a hand on his arm to comfort him. The simple gesture made Warren feel so much better. Max always knew how to make him feel good when situations were bad. Like when his parents got divorced or when his cat died. Shit, he was completely head over heels in love with her.

"Good to know." he reached behind him to rub at the back of his neck, trying my best to hide the blush he felt creep to his cheeks. "So where are you going? I better stick with you guys… just in case you need me to get my Hulk on again. Or should I call the cops on Nathan?"

Max and Chloe looked at each other before Max looked back at him. "No police. Not yet. Uh… so maybe you better… um…."

"Warren, me and Max have to do this on our own. No offense." Chloe finished for Max.

Warren felt a pang of jealousy strike him in the chest, but he didn't let his demeanor falter.

"It's cool. Whatever I can do to help." He was trying his best not to frown, lips slightly twitching.

"What you can do is find out anything you can about Nathan's father..." Max said as she looked back at Chloe to make sure trusting him with the task was a good idea. Chloe simply nodded and he nodded back.

"I'm on it. Between the snow and the eclipse, I'm assuming the apocalypse is around the corner." He stated, mimicking the serious faces both of the girls held.

"And, thank you. Seriously. I'll call you later." Max assured, giving him another pat on the arm.

"You better. I'm feeling pretty alpha now." The boy joked as he walked backwards towards the school.

"Yes, you are." Max agreed, giving him a smile.

He turned back around, heading towards the science lab to gather the things he had left behind.

"Man, that guy is so fucking in love with you." Chloe's voice was faintly behind him as he walked up the steps to the school. He couldn't help but smirk at the quiet 'I know.' that came from Max.

It was around 8:45pm when Warren finally got back to the dorms.

When Warren went into the science room to pick up the book he had left there, Brook had asked him to help with her experiment. He ended up staying way longer than he initially wanted to, hell, the girl practically hung on to him to get him to stay longer. He knew he should have declined when he had the chance.

The whole time was spent with her trying to show her knowledge of his favorite movies and him correcting the menial mistakes she probably made on purpose to keep the conversation going. She giggled like an idiot every time he found one, making her crush on the boy painfully obvious. She even went so far as to 'accidentally' drop her pencil so he could pick it up for her.

He only put up with it because if Max ever rejected him, he'd had Brooke to fall back on. Yeah, it sounded superficial, but he was lonely. Max always abandoned him for Chloe. He knew sooner or later she'll fall for her and he'll be left in the dust.

As he finally finished the climb back up the steps of the building he could hear voices on the other side of the door. He peeked into the hallway from the small window in the door only to see Trevor and Justin talking rather loudly.

He took a deep breath, pulling the door open and continuing down the hallway.

"Hey, Warren! Did you hear about Nathan?" Trevor asked as soon as he saw the mess of brown hair, using Justin as an arm rest.

I better try and act like I don't know anything. He thought to himself before he raised his eyebrows.

"What happened to Nathan?" He asked, trying his best to look interested.

"Dude someone beat the living shit out of him! I guess Zach walking in on him all bloody and bruised right in this hallway. Look man, you can see his blood all over the floor!" Justin exclaimed, pointing to the area where Warren had left Nathan a mess.

The nerdy boy knitted his eyebrows together, concern suddenly weighing on my chest. There was blood. Quite a bit of it.

"Don't tell me… You feel bad for that asshole? Fuck man, I bet he deserved every second of it. That guy gets on everyone's nerves, even his parent's." Justin shoved his hands in his pockets and Trevor only nodded at his words.

"His… parents?" Warren questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, dude. His parent's hate him. They sent him here so they didn't have to deal with him anymore, but he keeps doing things to get himself into trouble. They've had to take care of him more now than ever before." Trevor had a laugh behind his words the whole time he informed Warren of the boy's situation and he couldn't help the anger that was forming in his chest. Who are these guys to talk about someone like they know them?

"Hmm. Well, I have to go guys. Tons of homework… See ya around…" Warren nodded at the two stoners before heading towards his room.

When Warren reached his door he struggled to pull the keys from his pocket, quickly unlocking the door with shaking hands before slamming it behind him. He sighed and leaned against the wood, dropping the book he worked so hard to get.

What's wrong with me? Not too long ago I was beating up the guy, now I'm feeling sorry for him? Am I going crazy?

Warren sighed again, covering his face with his hands.

This is the guy that has gone after Max multiple times. The first time I defended her he shoved me to the ground and gave me a black eye. When I saw him going after her a second time, I-I couldn't stop myself from head butting him. When he got back up I got scared, but I toughened up for Max. I pushed him to the floor, grabbed his collar and wailed on him. My fists continuously slammed into his unmarked face. The skin on my knuckles breaking from punching him over and over and over again... At first it was for Max, but… I couldn't stop myself. He got what he deserved and it was long overdue, but why… why do I feel so bad?

He sighed, sliding down the door in grief. The shaken boy looked down at his busted knuckles and shook his head. He shouldn't have hit him so much... he knows that much. The sound of Nathan begging him to stop, the small whimpers and sobs that came from him, all the blood…

"Fuck!" he shouted, throwing his head back against the door. The loud thud sounded through the room. There was a ringing in his ears as the pain split through his head but he barely even felt it. His mind was working way harder than his body was.

"I need to apologize... I need… to tell him I'm sorry."