Max looked shocked the second she walked in on you and your new.. boyfriend, making out in the Hawkins High School bathroom. Max and you had both broken up only a week ago-- and now you just randomly pick the first broad-shouldered, basic, jock moron to kiss?
She scoffed, of course, how was she so stupid to let the cheerleading captain to slid her sneaky-self into her own heart? She stood there and waited, arms crossed, waiting for that jerk to get his grubby hands off your body. You sighed and gently pulled away from him, and ushered him out of the girls bathroom.. which, he wasn't even allowed in, in the first place. Max leaned against the wall, clearly needing to say something. She glanced at you, her eyes scurrying across your cheerleading outfits. ''Go Tigers.'' She said dryly, sarcasm hinting at her tone.
After a minute of awkward silence, she spoke, bitterness oozing out. ''What's his name? The guy who just loves to grope and touch you every five seconds. I mean, is he really that better than me?'' She said, jealously filled her voice.
''How was I so.. dumb. Of course you don't like me.'' She laughed, hurt, and almost in disbelief of herself. ''Of course, no one loves a freak dyke like me.'' She said, harshly.