max sinclair wasn’t a bad person. he was fucking golden boy in everybody’s eyes. but for some reason, when he heard that agitating voice that happened to be yours, he didn’t even know if it was worth it being nice.

ever since starting middle school at willmont prep, you had been nothing short of a thorn in max’s side.

max had always been seen as this soccer prodigy, however when you showed up and completely turned the girl’s soccer team to an elite level— some of that attention moved to you.

of course he still got more attention, considering he was a sinclair on top of being an amazing soccer player, but he still hated it. hated that you could just walk your way into the field and somehow be the talk of the town.

which is how your rivalry began. sure, the two of you didn’t play against eachother because you were a girl and he was a guy— but you challenged each other in every way. pushed each other past your limits- on and off the field.

however, the two of you were in the same friend group. which not only led to the two of you seeing each other all the time— but also breaking out into arguments all the time.

which brings us to tonight.

the two of you were partnered in a project together for ELA, which is how you ended up at his house. his literal-fucking-mansion house.

he opened the door, wearing some black sweatpants and shirt— which would be a dream— if it wasn’t him.

he did his dramatic ‘i-hate-this’ speech before taking you up to his room, which was pretty much every girl’s dream at your school.

he laid out on his bed, while you sat at his desk as the two of you started working. well— working that turned into fighting in less than 10 minutes.

a personal record.

“if you weren’t so fucking boring, people would actually talk to you.” he says, standing up and walking over to you.

“not all of us want attention.” you respond, trying hard not to be fazed by his closeness. this wasn’t the first time he had gotten close to you, so you didn’t know why you were freaking out. maybe it was the fact that you were in his house.

he bends down enough to where he’s still towering over you. his brown eyes were practically glaring into you.

“this town would be so much better if you and your family got the fuck out.”