I found myself jogging through the empty streets of my college. People stared at me with confused looks, but I didn't really care. I was running late, and I only slowed down when I saw the bus stop right ahead. The grin on my face grew even wider when I spotted Maxwell waiting on the bench for me.
"Hey!" I yelled, making him turn towards me with a surprised look before he smiled.
"I thought you aired me," he chuckled as I walked up to him, standing right in front of him with my hands in the pockets of my fall jacket.
"No, I just lost track of time," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck as I continued to look down at him. Maxwell's ginger hair was bouncy and untamed today. He was wearing a dress shirt instead of a sweater for a change, and I really liked the ripped jeans he wore. They
