𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 - 𝘌𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘹 ♡

Chapter 24 - Poems p1 ♡

Max's POV-

The weekend came to an end, and we were back at school. Fuck my life.

And there I was, sitting in math, not paying attention in the slightest. Why pay attention when your girlfriend is sitting right next to you? I could just stare at her for the whole class, it sounded pretty productive to me.

She wouldn't stare back though because she would actually pay attention. She wanted all A's. I had no clue how my soul mate ended up being a huge band nerd, but I wasn't complaining.

"Maxine?" An passive aggressive male voice called out my name.

I huffed out of my nose and directed my eyes towards the devils spawn standing at the front of the classroom. "What?"

"What did you get for number 14?" He asked with a devilish smile, he knew what he was doing. He knew I wasn't paying attention.

"Aren't you supposed to know?" I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Principal's office." He muttered quickly, the grin on his face turning into an angry frown.

"What?" I cocked an eyebrow. I heard Jane sigh beside me.

"Now." He snapped, pointing towards the door.

"I didn't do anything, this won't benefit you in any way shape or form Mr.Wilson." I shrugged, calmly lifting myself from my seat and walking towards the door.

"Just- Go to the principal!" He exclaimed.

I remained unbothered and just slowly turned the doorknob. "Okay?"

"Maxine-!"

"Chill out Mr.W, I'm leaving." I shook my head and snickered slightly at his frustration.

"It's Mr.Wilson to y-"

I exited the room and slammed the door, cutting him off. Surely I had made a new world record for who can get sent to the principal's office from the same teacher the most. I mean, I couldn't even keep track anymore.

I wasn't even a bad student, he was just a bad teacher. He made his class unbearable. If he was a good teacher, I'd be able to pay attention. But since he wanted to pick on me all the time, it made me want to not pay attention on purpose.

I was minding my own business, walking past the lockers, until I stopped in my tracks.

A straight couple making out.

I cringed and turned around bad quickly as possible, turning into the girls bathroom to hide. I was so tired of couples making out in the hallway.

I let out a frustrated groan and leaned on the counter, staring at my reflection. Everything was quiet as I waited. I decided to rest there for a while since I had no clue how long they'd be out there.

I opened my mouth to mumble something to myself but I was cut off by the sound of a small sniffle coming from the stalls. I turned around and glanced at the bottom of the only stall occupied, and noticed red converse with sharpie written all over them.

"Hey.. Are you okay in there?" I stepped closer to the stall, knocking it slightly.

The person in there took an audible sharp breath and I heard them stand up and the shuffling of papers. "O-oh uh, ye-yeah." The older female voice panicked, her voice sounded familiar.

"Are you sure?" I asked worriedly, wondering who the person was.

The mystery girl unlocked the door to her stall slowly, to reveal herself. Robin.

"Oh my god, Robin?" I exclaimed, "Who's ass needs to be beaten?!"

Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks had mascara marks running down all the way to her neck, giving me the impression she had been crying for a while.

"No.. Don't beat anyone up.. It's.. it's complicated." She sighed, looking down.

I noticed her bag had a ton of papers stuffed in it, it was super cluttered.

"What's in your bag?" I asked.

She looked over at the bag that was slinging over her shoulder and her eyes began to tear up again. "Poems." Her voice broke at the one word. I couldn't imagine what she was going through, let alone why.

"Poems about what?" I replied with a confused frown.

She hesitated before responding, "Nancy."

My head began to put together the clues, but I still didn't understand why she was crying to herself in the bathroom. Was she crying because she loved Nancy?

"Robin.. You can tell me what happened. I hope you know that." I comforted her, giving her a sympathetic look.

She sighed loudly through her nose before speaking again, "Well, I have been writing poems about N-Nancy for a long time, but this morning while I was w-walking to class I dropped my folder and the papers went
e-everywhere.. Co-Coincidentally Nancy happened to be right in f-front of me, and.."

As she paused, I laid a platonically comforting hand on her shoulder to let her know she could keep taking.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip before starting again, "She reached down to pick them up, a-and she happened to notice her name appearing multiple times in the writing. I-I tried to stop her but she had already skimmed over a few lines of my most detailed poem, a-and now she knows.."

"Oh god.. I'm so sorry, I had no clue you had a thing for Nancy." I spoke with genuine sympathy.

"Nobody did. No one ever noticed the w-way I acted whenever she'd look my way. N-nobody ever questioned a thing until I s-screwed it all up.. You have no idea how tired I am of myself Max.. I mess things up every single day of my life, I can't seem to get a break. I'm a fucking idiot and now I will never have a chance with her because I just had to ruin something else." She mumbled with a tone of anger that I knew was directed towards herself.

"Hey hey hey, you can't get angry at yourself for things you can't control. You didn't mean to drop those poems." I argued with a soft tone, rubbing circles in her back.

"I'm just tired of-"

The bathroom door opened, causing me and Robin to pause our conversation and turn our heads towards the source of the sound immediately.

"Robin?"