You had been lurking in Max's vicinity all week. Wandering over to his lunch table, stopping to say hello at his locker, gazing at him from across classrooms. You were Wendy Darling and Peter Pan's kid, he knew that much. The Smee twins had recognized you one day at lunch when you lingered particularly close.

"Little Darling's staring again," Hazel whispered, shutting her own locker.

Max glanced over his shoulder and spotted you leaning against your locker down the hall. He rolled his eyes and put his tea bags back on the top shelf. "Fuckin' creep."

"Go tell her to get lost," Hazel said. "Can't believe you've put up with this for a week."

Hazel had a point. An HK taking a sudden interest in a VK never ended well. Just last Monday Felix had to go to the nurse after the Maldonia boy jumped him during a "study group". Max should just put an end to whatever you were doing before things escalated.

Max shut his locker and crossed the hall to you. His black hat was pulled low over his eyes as he dodged all the princes and princesses milling about. Someone gave him a light shove when they realized it was him, mumbling about "fucking Hatter probably getting in my pockets".

Max just shook it off, the action adding to his anger over your stalking. He stopped in front of you. "What's your fucking problem, huh?"

His harsh tone seemed to startle you, causing you to drop the books in your arms. A note labeled Castlecoming fell out between some of the pages.