She wanted to ask him what he really meant by him being an Avery. She wanted to know why he snapped into a whole new attitude, like he was forced to. Was it because of her? Did he only become friends with her because he held pity on her? The thought of that made her very sad, an emotion that did not look right on Aubren.
What if his family are a bunch of murderers? What if he's making you another target?
She thought, the question not lasting too quickly before she denied it.
No, that's ridiculous!
What if he's fooling you? What if he's another Richie?
She stopped dead, biting down on her lower lip. Aubren refused to believe Max being another Richie, someone that harassed students based on blood type, something Richie did to her for being pure blooded. Luckily, Max speaking up snapped her out of the thinking state, having her swallow down all of that negative thinking and fear and replace it to her normal state. The sweet smile returned as she leaned forward to grasp another book.
"I've heard of him! Harry Potter was there, too. You think we'll get an adventure like that? Dropping a club on a troll's head?"
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