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Wicked
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Max was fiddling with his pen, occasionally writing things down on his notebook, half-heartedly following the lesson. Math had never been one of his strong points, nor such calculative or mechanic way of thinking overall. All the rules in math felt too restricting to him, and he always felt the urge to bend those rules which ultimately made him fail most of the tests. So truth to be told, he was really struggling with this class, and the only way he managed to stay afloat was to cram always just before exams and hope he was lucky enough. And like always, his interest was quickly turned somewhere else from the chalkboard, and the golden eyes wandered around, the teacher's lecturing turning into distant background noise.
The brown haired girl in front of him seemed stiff. She had not said a word to him since the class had started, but the way he shoulders were tense, Max knew she was aware of him. It pleased him to know that she was, which was the reason why Max found himself staring at the back of her head more than often with a smug crooked smirk gracing his features. It made him want to tease her like before. There was just something satisfying about it to see her show so many emotions because of him, to have her snap back. It was like a challenge of sorts. And for some reason he really wanted to touch her hair. Was it as soft as it looked like? What scented shampoo did she use? What would it smell like?
Max licked his lower lip, and forced his attention elsewhere from her, before he would actually reach out and grab her hair to find out, forcing the growing urge down. He might have been an irritating smart-ass, but he did not go around grabbing girls like a douchebag. Before long, his attention was turned to the red haired girl who was talking with a guy seated next to her. Max had anything but forgotten how she had talked to him in the cafeteria, and even though he had decided she did not matter to him, truth to be told, she really pissed him off. You did not just go around calling people with rude names you did not even know! And now she was sitting there, being all cute with the other guy, making it feel like the terrible personality she had shown to Max earlier was almost like he would have only imagined it. If Max would have not seen it himself, he would have probably thought this was completely another person. Did she have split personality or something? The poor guy who she was flirting with did not obviously know where he was getting himself into.
Biting his lower lip in thought, Max reached out for his eraser and started shredding little pieces off it. Yeah right, she did not matter to him. But he would show her that nobody would just talk to him like that and expect to get away with it. He was Maxwell Everett, not some run-of-the-mill guy. It would be only fair to teach the chick how real world worked, and save the poor dude from her evil clutches.
Max took one of the many shredded pieces of his eraser, put it on his thumb and his forefinger behind the piece. Then he aimed, and flicked it across the classroom, trying to hit the red haired girl from where he was sitting. The teacher was turned towards the chalkboard, and not paying attention.
The brown haired girl in front of him seemed stiff. She had not said a word to him since the class had started, but the way he shoulders were tense, Max knew she was aware of him. It pleased him to know that she was, which was the reason why Max found himself staring at the back of her head more than often with a smug crooked smirk gracing his features. It made him want to tease her like before. There was just something satisfying about it to see her show so many emotions because of him, to have her snap back. It was like a challenge of sorts. And for some reason he really wanted to touch her hair. Was it as soft as it looked like? What scented shampoo did she use? What would it smell like?
Max licked his lower lip, and forced his attention elsewhere from her, before he would actually reach out and grab her hair to find out, forcing the growing urge down. He might have been an irritating smart-ass, but he did not go around grabbing girls like a douchebag. Before long, his attention was turned to the red haired girl who was talking with a guy seated next to her. Max had anything but forgotten how she had talked to him in the cafeteria, and even though he had decided she did not matter to him, truth to be told, she really pissed him off. You did not just go around calling people with rude names you did not even know! And now she was sitting there, being all cute with the other guy, making it feel like the terrible personality she had shown to Max earlier was almost like he would have only imagined it. If Max would have not seen it himself, he would have probably thought this was completely another person. Did she have split personality or something? The poor guy who she was flirting with did not obviously know where he was getting himself into.
Biting his lower lip in thought, Max reached out for his eraser and started shredding little pieces off it. Yeah right, she did not matter to him. But he would show her that nobody would just talk to him like that and expect to get away with it. He was Maxwell Everett, not some run-of-the-mill guy. It would be only fair to teach the chick how real world worked, and save the poor dude from her evil clutches.
Max took one of the many shredded pieces of his eraser, put it on his thumb and his forefinger behind the piece. Then he aimed, and flicked it across the classroom, trying to hit the red haired girl from where he was sitting. The teacher was turned towards the chalkboard, and not paying attention.