TWENTY-THREE

Elsa's POV:

After class, I was the last to leave, as I made my way towards the door, someone barged in, it was Max.

My eyes widened as I stared at him taking a step closer to me as his eyes pinned me to one place.

"Are you okay, Max?" I questioned softly, my hand pressed on my chest as I watch him.

"What do you see in Zayn? Why do you constantly go to him? What can he give you that I can't!" He screamed, my eyes widened and my heart started pounding against my chest. His eyes were red, his hands balled into tight fists and his teeth grinding against each other, he was clearly pissed and I couldn't understand why.

I" I don't understand what you're talking about, Max. Do I need permission from you to see Zayn? He is your friend." I said calmly, my eyebrows raised as I watched him.

"If you don't break up with him, you'll regret it." He uttered venomously. I felt a chill run down my spine and my back straightened. That threat didn't go well with my spirit.

I placed my hand on a nea