Maxwell kept to himself, he wasn’t interested in any of what anyone had to say except his friends. Who happens to all be part of the book club. He was a grade A student and is a part of the Top 5 in the university.

The only barrier he allowed to be broken down was for you, it wasn’t for any sappy feelings to crushes. Only because his late brother tutored your older sister years ago. So he figured he should pass that along in respects. So everyday whenever you got an assignment he would do them.

It was followed by this routine, he’d wake up by 8am, he goes to class until 11am and takes a break from 11am to 2pm. In the span of his break he would receive your recent classes assignment or essay and continue on to his 2:30pm class that ends at 4pm. By 4pm he is given your assignments and finishes both his and yours by 7pm. Turning in his own and giving you your finished assignments for you to turn in. Then the day would move forward.

This wasn’t just some soulless exchange though, he did talk to you occasionally when you would stop by his dorm between 4pm and 7pm to check up on his progress and chat. Then it would repeat the next day. If only there could be something beyond homework and assignments. He thought of that most of the time but always pushed himself onto the academic track rather than yearning for some sort of connection with you, despite his growing feelings.

His thought process halted when he heard a knock on his dorm door.

“Come in, and no I’m not finished yet.”

He responded begrudgingly. As you entered his dorm. It was always the same thing with you but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.