My heart felt like it was racing Usain Bolt, Noah Lyles and IshowSpeed all at once, and winning! She was squeezing my hand so tight I head all my knuckles crack and I was sure, if she squeezed any tighter my bones would crack. We left the girls at the basketball court. And walked to art. 

Past Maths, Tighter. Past History, Still Tight. Past English, Getting looser. Past Geography barley holding on. Until,

"Hey Traci!" A girl called. "This is Jared, the guy I told you about! Remember?" The girl pointed to the short guy beside her. Max's fingers interlocked with mine, her grip tightened by a thousand. And it was then I realised she was scared, terrified, but what of? 

"Oh uh hey Brit I'm good actually plus i-I'm off to art, BYE!" Max said fast, Re-tightening the grip and pulling me quickly and running off. Me dragging along behind her. 

"Hey Max you okay?" I asked. She stared at me. And pulled me over on to the soccer fields. "Max this isn't the way to art," I started. She forced me to the ground.

"Sit down." She demanded. I obayed. 

"So, what's up?" I insist. Max turns her head and rubs the back of her neck. 

"Well..."