Maya’s P.O.V
I headed back to where I left Nolan and Char, while I was dancing, Carson with his arm around my waist. I soon realised Nolan was no longer there.
“Where is Nolan?” I asked.
“He went home,” Char said.
“What? Why? Is he OK?” I said.
“I don’t know why you are surprised; it isn’t like he wanted to be here, not exactly a place for him to fit in,” Carson said.
Oh hell no, he never just said that to me. I was quick to turn around to face him, a pissed off look on my face.
“Excuse me? What is that meant to mean?” I snapped, my hand on my hip.
“Exactly what I said. Why are you too even friends, you are complete opposites.” He said, laughing, “He doesn’t belong here.” He added.
“Don’t you f*****g dare talk about him like that.” I hissed, “He is my best friend.” I added
