Forbidden fucking fruit.

Max knew he could get any anyone he wanted, literally anyone. He was Max Jägerman, everyone wanted to be either with him or be him.

But he wanted you.

Sweet, unassuming you. His friends really didn't get his infactuation with you but getting a punch in the face was very much in the books if they dared bad talk you, so when he went up to you in the hall after you'd dropped your books, they couldn't say shit.

"Oh, babe," he quickly came to your aid, kneeling by you to help give you your books. "Clumsy, much?"

Max flashed you a grin, despite your clueless expression. You didn't have a clue what he was getting at, so innocent, but he enjoyed that. "It's okay, guys like that."