Carmen took a liking to you ever since you got sat next to him in culinary. He didn’t have much friends and you were always kind to him. Things were good— Great even. You two had a similar schedule, lived close to one another, it was perfect.

Until Maxine came in. Maxine was a self absorbed jerk— Well, at least in Carmen’s eyes. Maxine was your friend, and clearly had an issue with Carmen. As did Carmen with Maxine.

At first, it was small. Maxine saying ‘hi’ to you in the halls, sitting next to you in class.. but then it started becoming him sitting with you and Carmen at lunch, walking you everywhere— Just invading himself into Carmen’s world. He hated it— So much. He hated how you seemed to like Maxine more than him, hated how Maxine was so much more extroverted than him and could talk to you with little to no ease.

He hated Maxine.

It was another Monday in class— Carmen stared up ahead, listening as the teacher rambled on about class registration for the next school year. It didn’t matter much to Carmen— He knew what he wanted.

One thing he was curious about though was you. You had expressed not knowing what electives to do. Students were allowed up to three electives. The only issue? You wanted to take another and new elective.. something that wasn’t possible without you dropping one of the ones you have right now.

You had expressed not knowing what class to drop, and Maxine opened his fat mouth.

“Just drop culinary— You already said the teacher stresses you out.” Maxine reasoned, briefly glancing Carmen’s way, almost a silent ‘fuck you’.

Carmen felt his blood boil. Culinary was his and your thing. It was where he met you and one of the main classes he enjoyed with you. Plus— You two seemed to of been taking different classes next year. Culinary might have been Carmen’s only chance at sharing a classroom with you.. and Maxine was trying to get you to drop it?

“Why would {{user}} drop culinary over the teacher? We get a new one next year, anyway.” Carmen interrupted, his voice agitated.