Max Mayfield vs. the World || Elmax

2: New girl

"Did you hear Jane's back in town?" Lucas set his try down next to me, taking a seat at our lunch table.

"No shit," I muttered.

"Jane Hopper?" Mike sat on my other side.

"Yeah."

"Wow." He laughed. "I thought she was gone for good."

"She still a prick?" I grinned.

"No, she's cool now." He pointed to a girl in the lunch line. 

She had shoulder-length brown hair, in some kind of wolf cut, with spiky hairs all over. She was wearing a brown m&m bomber jacket with ripped jeans, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. However, she did not look like the same Jane Hopper from sophomore year.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "That's Jane Hopper?!"

I looked at Mike, who had his jaw dropped. "That can not be Jane."

"She goes by Eleven now," Lucas explained. "Apparently, she moved to Illinois and joined a metal band, then ran away with them."

"Bull," I said. "There's no way."

The girl turned to talk to a boy taller than her, with soft brown hair. He smiled and tapped a curly-haired boy on the shoulder, said something, then all three of them burst out laughing.

"Is that the band?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, they call themselves the Vanilla Milkshakes," Lucas replied. "Ironic for a metal band, right?"

"I still don't believe that that's Jane Hopper," I whispered.

"She totally is," Mike insisted. "It's the same face, same hair color. Just a little different style."

"Are you sure?"

"It's her," Lucas said.

I was still staring at the girl, Eleven. I frowned. She had amazing hair, amazing makeup, and an amazing outfit. She was nothing like Jane Hopper. I guess that's why she changed her name.

"Max, stop staring." Mike elbowed me. "Your gay is showing."

"Shut the fuck up," I muttered.

"I heard from Tina that she's going to her party tonight." Lucas supplied. 

"We should go." I looked away, turning to Lucas.

"Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself?"

"No, we're going," I stated.

"Max, you can't fall in love with every girl you see," Mike said.

"I'm not. She's just very pretty. And I want to be her friend."

"Mike, you shut up, we all know how you're looking at the pretty boy." Lucas laughed.

"What?" He exclaimed. "I am not!"

"You're gay too Wheeler." I patted his shoulder. "I bet they'll all be there."

"Shut up." 

"Anyways," Lucas muttered. "How was English?"

"No, don't change the subject," I waved my hand in front of his face. "We'll stop by my house on the way back and we're going to that party."

"Why do we need to stop at your house?"

"Because, Mike, I will not go to a party to try and talk to her dressed like a hobo!"

"You're fine."

"I can literally count four stains, on this t-shirt that I slept in," I said.