Trying to get Maryssa to go through with this was harder than I thought it would be. She was hesitant about it, but she needed to do it. If she wanted everything to stop with Vic and Mike, she would go through with it.

I knew she was wondering where we would be, but I couldn't tell her. She was keeping her self from asking, and it was obvious. I know my sister better than she knows herself and she was holding the thought of where we would be taking her in the back of her mind.

She simply sat on her bed staring at the wall. I was sitting on the floor in front of the door that lead to the stairs. Waiting for Craig, we had to be careful. We had to make sure our parents didn't here us, or we would be in even more deep shit. I would peek through the curtains every so often to look out for the car. Craig wasn't someone who would be on time for anything.

After another five minutes of waiting, he finally knocked on the door. Maryssa's head picked up and she looked at Craig, who looked exhausted. She stood up and brought her bags down the stairs with her, opening the back door. I followed her with my bags and Craig grabbed the remaining ones.

TJ's window was down and he had a cigarette loosely hanging from his mouth as he looked at the screen of his phone. His attention was soon turned to Maryssa, who was asking for a cigarette. She smoked out of stress, but the habit has caught up with her. "We still have to do to the school tomorrow," Craig mentioned, closing the trunk of the car.

"Yeah, I know, what time are you guys coming back here?"

"Around six, please be awake," he laughed. I nodded and turned on my heel to go upstairs. Maryssa said her goodbye's to TJ and Craig and followed me. She locked the door and plopped on the bed. I sat in my normal spot on the floor in front of her bedroom door. Maryssa threw me a pillow and blanket and we sat there in silence.

"I'm scared..." she said barely above a whisper. I sat up from my laid back spot and stared into the darkness. "What if this doesn't work?"

"How will it not work? No one will be able to find us."

She sat up and put on her bedside light. She stared at me with sleepy eyes and didn't look too amused. "Max, how am I supposed to continue school? Do anything of the sort to get me where I want to be in life?"

"What are you going crazy for? You have all of your credits, remember? The week you wouldn't talk to anyone. You took all of your classes at once. You could already be out of school."

She sighed in defeat as she threw the top half of her body back against the pillow. She turned off the light again and soon was in a deep sleep. I followed her in her actions and fell asleep as well.


"Get up!" someone said a little too loud in my ear. I barely opened my eyes and I saw everyone standing in the large bedroom. I picked up my glasses from the place on the floor and slid them onto the bridge of my nose. I sat up and peeled the blanket off of my fully clothed body and handed it too Maryssa who took it and skipped out of the room.

Her room was empty, with an exception of the furniture. "Are you ready?" Craig's voice rang through my ears. I snapped out of the deep, pointless thought I was in and nodded. Maryssa came back up and examined the room. She nodded and everyone filed out of the room. Maryssa slowly and quietly shut the door and walked down the stairs.

Monte, Michael, and Robert sat in the car and Maryssa followed us to the black car that Craig owned. We took our seats inside the vehicle and drove off towards the school.


"Where is your locker?" I questioned Maryssa as we both slammed our doors.

"North side of the building, we will most likely pass Tony Perry, Ronnie, and Jack Barakat," she added in with a shrug. She started the walk and I followed her.

When I say, I do not miss this school, I wouldn't be lying. I hated this place with a burning passion, and I would never want to come back. I love high school, but not the school.

After a whole walk with uncomfortable stares, we arrived at the beaten up blue locker. She opened it and looked at everything in it. My sister was one hell of a bookworm, something that we both picked up from our father. I was smart, but she was way more into it than me. She handed me notebooks and folders and took the hard textbooks and put them on a random table.

She spun around and smiled at me. I cocked an eyebrow and she gave me a look of confusion. "You're just going to leave them there?"

"Yeah, why not?" she replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She shot me one last smile and took half of the items that were in my hands. We were walking in silence until Maryssa's name was being called.

She turned around and met eyes with Mike. He stood there with Tony behind him. A cigarette stuck out of his mouth as he eyed my sister. She scoffed and turned around. We headed in the direction of the car, until we stopped once again. "I don't have my book," she whispered.

"Do you need it that badly?" I inquired. She bit her lip skeptically and shook her head, throwing the stuff into the trunk. We sat on top of it and waited for the rest of the guys. Everyone was looking at us as the walked on campus and around campus. I don't remember high school being this weird. Maryssa seemed used to it, but I don't know how she stands it every single day. "Why do you put up with it?" I blurted out of nowhere. She turned her head and looked at me.

"Put up with what? The stares? The constant smell of smoke in the girl's bathroom? Our parents? You have to make yourself more clear, Maxwell," she cockily answered. She soon understood what I meant and started speaking again. "I don't know to be honest, I guess I've gotten used to being the girl that you push around, so I deal with it, I don't know. The very few people that do know I am your sister tell me that I can't have you fight all my battles, so I don't put myself out there, you know?"

I honestly didn't know what she meant. I was the kid that pushed people around. Picked fights with everyone. Harassed people to no end. Stared at the weird little nerdy kids. Made fun of the shy ones. Purposely drew attention to myself. I never really thought about it the other way around, and to know that my little sister is someone who suffers from that make me feel like total shit. I honestly didn't know I put that many people through so much physical and mental pain. "Yeah, I know."

We both got off the trunk when we saw Craig and TJ walking up with all of their stuff.

"Ready to get out of this shithole?"

"Yeah, I am!" Maryssa perched.

I am one shitty person.

Notes

OMFG IM SO SORRY! this sucks, i haven't updated. I haven't had any inspiration tbh, and this is a hard plot to work around if i do say so myself.

there will most likely be another chapter from max's pov in the future. i know most of you don't think this is a 'vic fuentes love story', but it soon will be!

sorrrrrry once again! omg i feel terrible that I left you all hanging and then submit this piece of shit chapter. ;(