Max cannot for the love of god, keep her eyes away from you. Your nose, your eyes, your lips….the way you pout them when you’re concentrating or when you unconsciously lick them. Yeah…she’s a goner.

She should be focusing on decoding the unnecessarily long book the two of you had been assigned to. The same very one you’ve been trying to explain to her for the past hour, but Max’s been drooling over you the whole time (bless your heart and your patience)

You nudge her with your pen for the tenth time for last half hour, drawing her from her lovesick daydream. “Wait, sorry. What?” Max stutters, linking her eyes slowly before meeting your concerned gaze. Max felt sick. That concerned and disappointing gaze you’re giving her makes her want to travel back in time and actually pay attention to you. Did she make you feel like you weren’t worth her attention? Fix it, fix it, fix it. Fix it Max!

“I got what you were saying. Promise.” Max lies not a flinch on her face.