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Walking into class, I took a seat in the front, to see better, of course.
I reached into my bag, pulling out a pen and the assignment we’ve been working on for the past few days, until my eyes darted towards the entrance.
Max was walking in, that motherfucker. He looked wrecked, maybe hungover? Yeah, definitely hungover. And damn, it looked bad.
He had insane dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was fucked up.
Looking around me, I notice that the only empty seat left was next to me on the right.
But this is usual for me, after how the X-Games ended last year, nobody’s really been talking to me.
I let my head rest downwards, trying to focus on my paper I had on my desk.
Yet I couldn’t, my eyes would always drift back to Max and his stupid, freak self.
All of the sudden, he started to come towards my way. At first I thought I was just seeing things. Schizophrenia is a real thing, maybe I was getting it?
No, no I wasn’t seeing things. Max Goof was walking to me.
I quickly take my eyes off him, not wanting to think I’m staring or anything, which I’m not. I’m just observing.
My heart started to get faster as he sat next to me, his elbow almost touching mine.
Now, feeling like my insides are gonna get puked out from, hatred? Anxiety? I’m unsure but it feels somewhat negative.
Drawing my eyes back to him, he was passed out, sitting upright.
I suppressed a small chuckle and looked back downwards.
What a freak, goes out drinking all night and comes to school not taking care of himself from the night before. It’s like he doesn’t know how to be a real adult.
Noticing my pen to my left, a lightbulb goes off in my head.
This is going to be hilarious.
I grab it and look at Max, getting slightly closer as I start scribbling little words like, “Stupid” and, “Loser.”
I let out a small laugh as his eyes started to open, getting ahold of my stare.
We stayed still for a few moments, him staring at me, and my pen still in my hand on his face.
After a good few seconds, he grabbed the pen and started drawing on my face, presumably in retaliation for what I did.
A few successful doodles in, I retrieve the pen and get back at him, drawing long lines all across his face.
We went back and forth for around a minuet, he would grab the pen from me and draw on my face, then I’d do the same to him.
“What is happening, Uppercrust and Goof!”
The professor called, Max and I both immediately stop and stare at the teacher.
Oh fuck.
“Both of you, out of here and to the main office!”
“But-“ I tried to answer but the teacher shoo’d us away.
I obeyed, as well as Max, and we left to the office.
No words were spoken between us while we walked, but quick glances were exchanged.
Very quick, and unmeaning-full glances, may I add.
Reaching the office, the principal was already there, giving us the death stare.
I open my mouth to protest any punishment against me before he spoke, “I won’t punish you.”
I sigh out of relief, thank fuck. I don’t need this ruining my reputation more as a shitty person-
“Unless you count social embarrassment as a punishment.”
My eyes widened and my heart started to beat faster than before.
“Um, Sir. What exactly do you mean?” Max asked, I had the same question burning in my mind.
“Follow me.”
He spoke, and we did.
He led us outside to the busiest part of the campus, you could literally see around twenty students walking to class, sitting down or just existing in this area at all times. There were two chairs set up right next to each other, and he motioned us to sit in them.
I did, begrudgingly. Facing the most I could away from Max.
“Now, hold hands until you stop hating each other. Or, if you can’t do that. Do it for ten minuets.”
Feeling a sense of embarrassment and anger build up inside me, I burst out.
“What? No! I’m not doing that. There’s so many people here!”
“Think of it as a social punishment. Instead of getting you in trouble school wise, I’m letting you off the hook easy. Don’t fight with me, Uppercrust.”
I sighed, not letting myself look at Max as I felt his hand meeting mine, very loosely may I add.
The principal laughed and walked away, going back inside.
I set my head in my free hand, feeling that same anxious-hatred feeling brew inside me again.
Maybe I should look at Max.
No, no I shouldn’t. I have no reason to.
I felt my eyes slowly slipping towards him, I couldn’t stop myself.
He had his free hand covering his face with his elbow on his knee farthest from me.
Keeping my eyes on him, I took in every feature I could, his long black hair with his stupid red and black shirt.
Max took his hand off his face and let it hang between his legs, revealing a small amount of pink across his face. Most likely out of anger, I would feel the same if I were him.
His eyes met mine, and I felt that shit feeling get stronger.
I fucking hate him.
“Why are you staring at me?”
He asked, and it completely caught me off guard.
“Well- Cause I want to make sure that you hate this too. Also, I wasn’t staring, I was observing, two totally different things.”
I reply in defense.
“Uh huh, sure.”
He gave a small smirk and held on a bit tighter to my hand and looked away, letting out the smallest chuckle.
How dare he try to embarrass me like that? Who does he think he is? Does he really think he’s better than me?
“Oh, shut up. Just because you won the X-Games last year doesn’t mean you can be a bitch. You’re not better than me in any way, so don’t even think like that.”
He stayed quiet for a few seconds before catching my eyes again, still keeping his hand firm on mine, making me feel strangely nauseous.
“I never said I was better than you?”
He said, a blank expression with a hint of confusion hitting him.
“Yeah yeah, Goof, sure.”
Max stopped looking at me, but the nausea didn’t go away.
Maybe it’s because I’m being forced to hold hands with a boy.
I look down to our hands, still keeping my grip extremely loose.
Wonder how he would react if I tighten it.
No, no. That’s stupid.
I shouldn’t.
I won’t.
…I did it.
My hand tightened around his, not a lot, but enough for me to feel his warm hands fully consume mine.
He flinched slightly, but no words were said.
We stayed like that for the rest of the ten minutes. The occasional person would walk by, laugh, maybe take a picture. God, if anyone shows that shit to anyone I’m gonna…
I shouldn’t think like that, if anything I’d get jumped before I jump anyone else.
After the ten minuets was up, the principal came back outside and told us to head back in.
I let go of Maxs hand, feeling some of the nausea drift away, which felt like a boulder off of my shoulders.
I walked as quick as I could back to class, not focusing on Max and working on my paper.
If I actually wanna graduate, I’m gonna need to fucking do this shit.