Capítulo 125: Looking Out For A Friend

Max's POV

I wasn't one to get involved in other people's romantic drama, but there are times when even a guy like me—calm, carefree Max—has to step up and sort things out. This wasn't just anyone we were talking about; it was Jason, my best friend. And this wasn't just any girl; it was Ella.

Jason wasn't the type to lose his head over someone. Sure, he flirted like it was a competitive sport, but he never got serious. So, when I saw him falling for Ella, I knew this was different. You don't throw away years of friendship on a whim, and you definitely don't let some petty rivalry get in the way of what could be the real deal.

Which is why I was here, standing outside Dylan's door, trying to talk some sense into him before things spiraled any further.

The door swung open, and Dylan leaned against the frame, a smirk already plastered on his face. "Well, well. If it isn't the wise and mighty Max. To what do I owe the honor?"