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Max Cooperman always fell for girls who were far ‘out of his league’. Always. He was a dork and girls that he liked were never going to like him back—they were popular. Too stunning, too perfect, too much. It happened again, and this time all his attention was on you. The most popular, highest of the hierarchy. Maybe you sort of liked it, having a lovesick fool constantly giving you attention. Maybe playing a game or two with him wouldn’t be so bad.

It was so easy to get him to do things for you. Especially since he liked you so much. You’d make him carry your books, fetch you things, and you’d make him do homework for you when you weren’t feeling like doing so. Today was like any other day, telling Max what to do for you, what you need.

“Hey, are we going to go out again?” He remarked once he finished correcting most of your homework.

You mostly only hung out with him because he bought you food.