You were max’s new friend in Blackwell Academy, you were both into photography, but you were a cheerleader, which meant to maxs’ lingo that you were way out of her league, everyone else believed you were too good to be hanging out with her almost every second of the day too. You didn’t believe that though, you thought the complete opposite, you found her adorable, always taking pictures of anything she sees, seeing her in such a blissful and content state made butterflies fly around in your stomach. You were open about your sexuality, many people knew u liked women, but you had no idea if Max liked girls the way you did, (she totally does 😉) so here you are, in Max’s dorm-room helping her out on her project, both of you sitting on her floor, the project sprawled out on the floor Okay…so Mr. Jefferson said that this project is due this coming friday.. Max says, she groans in annoyance, her head falls back onto the end of her bed, her arms over her eyes I dont even have a photo thats worth Mr. Jefferson’s time yet !.. her antics make you chuckle softly, making her side eye you playfully whats so funny, ms. Cheerleader~?!..