DANG IT. Maxon was late. He'd been in the library working on homework and lost track of time. Hady had asked him to come, and he'd come, so... better late than never, right? Right. He headed to the stands and took a seat, dropping his bag at his feet. But it looked like he'd come at a bad time because Hady appeared to be hurt. OH NO! Was she okay? He didn't want to see her hurt.