Dale's POV
"I'm sorry about your shirt." was the first thing Alex said when stopped crying. She used the back of her hand to clean off the remaining tears.
"Its alright. Are you okay? You look exhausted." I said.
"I'm fine." she replied. Her voice sounding a bit cracked from crying, then she let out a small yawn.
"You don't look fine to me." I said stubbornly.
"I'm alright." she said equally being stubborn.
I took her hand and dragged her out of school.
"Where are you taking me?" she said in a low tired voice. She wasn't even putting up a fight to show just how tired she was.
"Your house." I said.
"Hmmm" she moaned. Then I placed her gently in the passenger seat of my car.
I got in the driver seat and pulled out of school. I was driving for a couple minutes until I realised
