The next day Maxwell texted me a good morning text like he usually did. I replied to it, and we talked before he met up with me in the lobby on the ground floor, and we walked to our classes together. It was like yesterday didn't happen, and he was back to the bubbly social Maxwell everyone knew. I was also starting to wonder if I should bring up yesterday so that we could talk about it, but did I really want to do that when it looked like he had gotten over it?
A sigh left my lips as the pencil lead of my mechanical pencil snapped from the pressure I was applying to the paper without thinking. I brushed the broken piece away before clicking the eraser end to get more lead. I was in one of my English lectures, but instead of taking notes I was busy worrying about Maxwell.
I bit my bottom
