After a few weeks, everything had gone back to normal. Dealing with Chloe's death was very difficult, but hanging out with Kate and Warren definitely helped me cope. Stella was still difficult and passive aggressive at times, but she calmed down eventually; hopefully she wouldn't strike me again though, who knows what she's capable of. Victoria, Nathan and the Vortex Club had gone back to bullying me, but nothing more sinister… yet. Warren's texts became infinite again, Kate and I had tea together at least twice a week, and my grades were slowly improving. Everything was looking up. As for my rewind power, that had disappeared when I saved William from the car crash. I believed it was a sign, to be honest. After I had royally fucked up, the Universe obviously did not trust me with time manipulation, and I didn't blame it.
I got to Jefferson's class early, sat down, and started going through the photos I had taken recently. A photo of a squirrel on campus near my room, a painting of a flower that someone had graffitied on the side of the wall at the Two Whales diner in the parking lot, a photo of Kate in our room with our cute teapots, and a selfie Warren and I had taken, modeling peace signs. I smiled as I set everything else I needed for class down on my desk.
I suddenly felt a weight on my desk so I looked up. Nathan Prescott. Ugh, day instantly ruined. "Can I help you?" I said coldly, making direct eye contact with him.
"Max, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said angrily.
"What are you talking about? I got to class early. I needed to go through some notes."
"No, you fucking hipster trash. I'm talking about ditching us all at the Vortex Club. Hanging out with Little Miss Virgin and Beta Fag." I nearly cringed at his insults. They were so low.
"They're my friends, Nathan. Good friends, a term you wouldn't understand."
"What-the-fuck-ever. I'm going to make your life absolute Hell for making Victoria and I look like scum."
"You deserve it," I said bitterly. "You two are vile."
He raised his voice, "You've been warned, bitch!" I heard the door open.
"What's going on in here?" Warren turned the corner and spotted Nathan. "Is he bothering you, Max?" Before I could answer him, Nathan stood up and pulled up a chair next to me, and sat down. He proceeded to put his arm around me, and snuggle up close to me. "I'm not bothering her, beta faggot," he emphasized. I tried to resist but felt something hard and cold go into my side. I looked down. Nathan still had his gun in this timeline! I shouldn't be surprised, but I didn't dare move, not after I knew what Nathan was capable of; son of a bitch. I looked up at Warren who had stopped in his tracks. He looked hurt. Fucking hell, Nathan. You really do ruin everything. "We're about to get a little busy in here, beta fag. So close the door behind you." Warren didn't say anything as he backed out of the door and closed the door.
"Nathan you fucking asshole," I whispered; I couldn't help myself. I was outraged, and he hadn't changed a bit. He got up and smirked, and a bunch of pills dropped from his pocket. "I fucking knew it!" I said and stood up. "You've been dealing around here, haven't you?! Like you don't have enough money as it is." Nathan turned around and pushed me against a wall, pushing the gun into my stomach.
"You have no fucking idea who I am or what I'm going through, you fucking bitch!" he screamed. I felt his finger pull the trigger, and I fell to the ground.