Max Mayfield vs. the World || Elmax

6: The Hair

Thursday afternoon is the day Mike and I get coffee and do all our homework due on Friday. 

The coins had disappeared when I returned to my house on Sunday. It was both sad and a huge relief, that I wouldn't have to carry them around anymore.

"One large black coffee and a large hot chocolate please," Mike said to the worker.

"That'll be $6.25."

"Right." I watched him pass his debit card over the counter, then glance back at me.

"Got it, and a name?"

"Mike."

"Okay, you're drinks will be ready soon." She replied. It was a quiet cafe, and I could hear the conversation from across the room.

"Thanks." His footsteps got closer, then he slid into the other side of the booth. 

I had a small pile of papers in front of me, and a thick folder on the left. 

"You've got Williams for English, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, but we get the same work." I tapped the folder he had. "And we can do it together."

"Uh-huh."

"Mike?" The barista announced, setting two large cups on the counter.

"I got it," I muttered, walking over to grab them.

We worked until the cafe closed, which was six.

"Have a nice night." Mike waved to the last worker sweeping as we left. I held the door, then dropped my skateboard next to his bike leaned against a nearby tree.

"Dinner at my house tonight?" He asked.

"Sure." I put a foot on my board when a horrible screeching came from the corner.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, peering around the corner.

A dark red BMW sped around the corner, the tires leaving dark tracks on the ground. A guy stuck his head out of the passenger window.

"Max Mayfield!" He sang.

"Excuse me?" I glanced at Mike, who frowned.

"Steve Harrington." He explained. "Probably-"

"Hey!" Steve shouted, stopping the car. He stepped out, slamming the door behind him. "I'm talking to you!"

"Shut up." I flipped him off, then turned back to Mike. "Probably what?"

"An ex."

I paused, then glanced back at Steve. "Oh shit."

"Max!" He shouted, walking over to me.

"For fucks sake, come on." I grabbed Mike, and ran into a nearby alley. He left his bike but managed to grab my board.

"Max!" He groaned, hiding behind a few trash cans at the end.

"Sorry." I whispered, standing in the middle.

I feel like I should make it clear I don't know how to fight. I have basic skills from watching movies and stuff, but nothing more than kicks and punches.

I guess that might be all you need.

"Max!" Steve appeared in the alley, the car pulling up behind him with all his friends watching.

"He's never won a fight, you got this!" Mike said.

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes, shifting my feet to try and have a better stance.