I enjoyed talking about music in this chapter tbh.
Chase stacks his papers, boredly
fumbling with his pencil. Max was looking through his paper, he seemed panicked.
"You okay?"
Max doesn't look up, his eyes wide as he rummaged through his bag. Chase furrowed his brows.
"Are you okay? Did you lose something?"
"Uh... K-kinda..."
Chase licks his lips. "Mind if I ask what it is?"
"Uh... I left my pencil pouch in my sisters bag at lunch..."
"Did you have something in it you needed?"
Max nodded, clearing his throat, his voice was soft. "Yeah, pencils..."
Chase hums, quickly fetching a pencil from his bag. "You could've asked me."
Max thanks him, he seemed short on breath. "I d-didn't want to make you m-mad..."
"For asking for a pencil?" Maxwell sheepishly nodded, his cheeks red. "I don't mind, it's just a pencil."
The blonde nodded, gulping. "Oh, well thank you so much. I'm sorry for bothering you."
"You're not bothering me, I promise."
Max just smiles softly before plugging his earbuds back in, finishing up work. He spent so much time searching for something to write with that he forgot about the papers.
Chase spent the rest of class on his phone, occasionally glancing over at Maxwell. He thought he was interesting
"Uh... Ch-Chase?"
The boy looks up from the device, glancing at Max. "Yeah?"
"Can you help me with number 16? If you don't mind, I'm s-sorry for bothering you so much."
Chase hums softly, "yeah, of course, don't apologize."
Max opens his mouth, but shuts it. He smiles again and showed Chase the question he needed help with.
"Oh, that's in the 8th paragraph, says it in the question."
"B-but... I looked..."
"Yeah, right here."
Max's eyes widen, he groans quietly. "Oh, I was looking in paragraph 7..." Chase laughs softly in assurance. "Thank you."
"No problem."
Max let's out an awkward laugh before clearing his throat, looking back down at the question. His legs began to bounce, hitting underneath the desk softly.
Once the blonde finished his work, his eyes scanned the room discreetly. Chase looked down at his phone for just a second, when he looked back up, Max was already sitting down.
I think it'll be rude to ask someone why they're so jittery and anxious and stuttery...
You're going to ask someone if they have anxiety by saying that you notice symptoms pretty much... Just shut up.
Yeah, that is rude.
"You move fast."
"I've been told that." Max nodded, logging onto his phone. "A lot, actually."
"Oh?"
Max nods again, clicking on a song. "Yeah, I'm a Ninja." Both laugh softly. "What music do you listen to?"
Chase didn't speak for a moment, his mind going blank. "Uh, honestly don't listen to music that much, I just put on something random." Max's eyes widen, his jaw dropped slightly. "I'm sorry!"
Max shook his head, sighing quietly. "We can't associate with each other anymore." Chase frowns dramatically. "You don't listen to country music though, right?"
Do I listen to country music?
"I don't."
"Okay... Cause if you did... I'd seriously stop talking to you all together, desk partners or not."
"That's fair." Chase licks his lips. "What music do you listen to?"
Max's eyes widen, he then blinks, inhaling a breath. "Uh... A lot of punk, metal, rock, some pop but not bubble gum pop, I rather claw my own eyes out then listen to it... Uh, alternative..."
Max hums softly while thinking. "I can tolerate some rap songs but only the good kind, like you can actually here them speaking... But it's the older ones I like more, the hip hoppy ones, like D-12, because that was Eminem's golden time, or Tupac sometimes or..."
The blondes cheeks went red, he covers his mouth with his hand. "Sorry for rambling."
Chase liked it when Max rambled, when he spoke a lot. He seemed so passionate talking about music, even if it was just his favorite and least favorite genres.
The dark haired boy found it adorable.
"No, I kinda... Like it when you ramble. Or talk a lot." Chase then adds musingly. "You're not very talkative so when you do talk a lot, it's... Nice?"
Max furrows his brows, almost frowning. "Am I talking too m-much?"
"No, you're all good, I promise. You can talk as much as you want with me."
Max nodded once, letting out a breath. He slid his hands under his legs, which were still shaking a bit.
"What are you listening to right now?"
Max cringed slightly, "it's a Greenday song, it's my sisters playlist that she insisted I listen to." He skips the song. "I don't like older Rock bands like Green Day or Red Hot Chili Peppers or Blink-182... But that all my sister listens to."
"Are you close with your sister?"
Max chuckles very quietly. "We're so close that we shared the womb and our birthdays together." Oh! "But her music taste...just... Is iffy."
"Have you told her that?"
"We don't talk bad about each other's music. But she knows my likes and dislikes so... I just listen to her playlist because I like making fun of it sometimes. The only good song on it is Scotty Doesn't Know and Teenage Dirtbag."
"You should edit it and make it better."
Maxwell takes his earbud out, giving Chase his full attention. He didn't give anyone his attention often, and if he did, it was very little.
"I should, but she'll do that to mine and I'll get mad... We need to stop sharing playlist." Max then shrugs. "Oh well, I'll figure something out. The music is tolerable."
They continued talking for the rest of class, Chase was surprised with how much Max talked. It was mainly about music or his sister, anything other than that, it wasn't as much.
Chase figured those were two things Max could talk about for days.
A minute before the bell rang, Maxwell asked something that made Chase's heart slam against his chest.
"D-do you mind if I have your uh... Your n-number?"
Chase held back his large grin with sweet smile. "Yeah, of course, can I see your phone?"
Max handed it over, watching quietly as Chase typed in his number. He too had to hide his large smile that was breaking through his pursed lips.
The bell rang.
"Have a good day." Chase said with a smile, handing Max back his phone.
"You too."
Not the best chapter. Sorry it was short.
