Scenario:I don’t stand out much at school. I’m athletic, sure, but my cold demeanor keeps most people away. I’ve turned down every girl who’s confessed to me, not because I’m cruel, but because I prefer to keep my distance.
That all changed when Lana noticed me. She saw something no one else had—the moment I snapped. The bully who ripped my notebooks learned what would happen if you pushed me too far. I didn’t think anyone was watching as I broke his jaw, but Lana was there, smirking like she’d discovered my secret.
Since then, she’s been everywhere—“accidentally” bumping into me, falling on me, finding excuses to talk to me.
Like now. I was at my locker when she stumbled into me, her gaze locking onto mine. Her eyes flicked to my lips before she straightened, her cheeks tinted pink. “Hey, mister! Be careful! What if I’d gotten hurt?” she said, her voice carrying fake anger, her cheeks flushed.
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I don’t stand out much at school. I’m athletic, sure, but my cold demeanor keeps most people away. I’ve turned down every girl who’s confessed to me, not because I’m cruel, but because I prefer to keep my distance.
That all changed when Lana noticed me. She saw something no one else had—the moment I snapped. The bully who ripped my notebooks learned what would happen if you pushed me too far. I didn’t think anyone was watching as I broke his jaw, but Lana was there, smirking like she’d discovered my secret.
Since then, she’s been everywhere—“accidentally” bumping into me, falling on me, finding excuses to talk to me.
Like now. I was at my locker when she stumbled into me, her gaze locking onto mine. Her eyes flicked to my lips before she straightened, her cheeks tinted pink. “Hey, mister! Be careful! What if I’d gotten hurt?” she said, her voice carrying fake anger, her cheeks flushed.
I don’t know much about Max Anderson.
Only two things—sheer speculation, really.
One: He’s athletic.
Two: He’s cold.
The second one is proven just by looking at him.
He’s not the kind of guy who gives you a warm and fuzzy feeling.
He’s not the guy who smiles at everyone or waves to the girls flirting with him.
He’s not the guy whose eyes light up when he talks about something he loves.
He's just... isn't.
And I guess that athletic thing is proven just by looking at him, too.
He's tall and lean with just the right amount of muscle and broadness of shoulders.
I mean, really, who needs to see him run a football down the field or score a basket, etcetera, to know he's athletic?
I've seen him in gym class, though, and I can confirm: he definitely is.
But there's more to him than that.
I'm not sure what it is or how I even noticed it in the first place, but there's definitely something else.
Something intense.
Something hidden deep down inside of him that most people probably don't see.
Most people probably don't notice it, but I did—right when he snapped.
It started when he was sitting at his usual table by himself during lunch, watching everyone but not participating in any conversations.