Max was surprised when Elise had shouted at him like that, especially in class too. When he saw Elise be forced to sit down by the teacher, he didn't know how to react, how to respond to it. He lowered his gaze while still trying to think what was going on. Why would it matter where he went? His father damaged him enough, the least he could do was kill his own son, right? Max had dealt with enough stuff in his life, enough guilt and shed enough tears to get where he was today. A boy with little to no emotion, little to no understanding of his surroundings. But this right now, he had enough of it. Who's to say that he can't go back to his father right now? It wouldn't matter to him anymore whether he beaten down half to death or not. He stood up from his seat, staring at Elise, then at the other students. A itch of tension and annoyance had roused up inside him enough this far. He took his backpack and just started to head for the door. "Mr. Kwan, where do you think you are going in the middle of class?" he teacher asked. "To release some stress.. I don't want to disrupt the class. Carry on without me.." he said and left the room.<br/><br/>He walked down the hallway, ignoring anyone who looked at him. It was some time later till he made it to his Dorm room, where he pulled his dorm card out of his pocket and slid it across the keypad, his door opening. He walked in and shut the door, it locked automatically. He threw his backpack down in a corner and sat on his bed, feeling stressed out. "God.. Why doesn't she understand that I don't care if I go back home or not? Who is she to care? Jacob was right, I am trouble.." he said to himself. "Maybe I should just.. go back home?" he looked around his room for a bit. Then decided this: he would leave before sunrise.