“I cannot believe you got me sent to detention,” I lean towards Max and whisper quietly. He looks over at me and the bruise on his face is now joined by a scratch on her neck. I wince a little seeing it. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy,” Max says and rolls his neck, I hear it cracking and make a face. I’ve always hated that sound. He faces forward again and I reach over to poke him.

“Max,” I whisper loudly.

“What?” He turns to look at ...