Chapter15:

Chapter 15 SARA'S POINT OF VIEW  I was just chilling on my bed, flipping through some fancy fashion magazine, when my phone buzzed. It was my friend Becca. "You'll never guess who I just saw at the bar," she texted. I rolled my eyes. Probably just some boring businessman crying over losing money or something. But then my phone buzzed again, and this time, the name I saw made my heart race. "Maximilian." I sat up so fast I almost fell off the bed. "Max? At a bar? By himself?" I typed back super quick. "Yup," Becca said. "And he's totally wasted. If you hurry, you can catch him." My heart was pounding like crazy. This was too good to be true. I could already picture it Max all alone and drunk, far away from that pathetic Eva. This was my chance. I couldn't help but smile as I jumped off the bed and grabbed my purse. "I'm on my way," I told Becca, and I ran out the door so fast I almost tripped. The drive to the bar felt like it took forever. My mind was going a million miles an hour, thi