𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 | Max Mayfield

╼ CHAPTER TWO

HEY THERE, FRECKLES
CHAPTER TWO: CREEPY CREEPERS
STRANGER THINGS SEASON 02 — ACT 01.2

During the entire class, Timmy had never felt more awkward in his entire life to talk to someone new. Boy or girl. He can befriend them with a snap of his fingers but for some odd reasons, someone like the new student, Max Mayfield, might be a great obstacle for him. With the not-so helping stealing gazes and glances of his friends, it is somewhat close to impossible to interact nor to get Max fessed up if she were the same person who broke their records. Timmy could only let the idea float in the wind.

It was until Art class. They all transferred to the huge art facility in Hawkins Middle School and Mr. Jefferson entered the class, warmly greeting them like every time they have classes under him. And just like Timmy's situation last year when he started attending classes, Max was requested once again to stand in front and introduce herself again to them. Obviously, Timmy can tell how the redhead slowly turns to feel a bit tired of the non-stop introduction of herself. He could literally sympathized— been there, done that— Timmy thought as his ocean blue eyes trails Max trudging back to the empty seat beside him.

"Now, that Max introduced herself to us enthusiastically." Timmy couldn't help but to let out a quiet snicker to himself. Welp, he's sure as hell that Max enjoyed every second of it. Quickly, composing himself. The last thing Timmy wants to happen is that for Max to notice his subtle laughter. Mr. Jefferson clasps his hands together to grab each and everyone's attention before continuing.

"For today's activity, I will not discuss for this session." And everyone erupted out of happiness upon hearing their professor's words. "Okay, okay. Settle down, lemme finish my instructions or else we'll be discussing instead."

All of Timmy's classmate shut their mouth. It amused Mr. Jefferson how quick witted they all are. Clearing his throat, he proceeds talking once again. "So, where was I— Oh, right! Instead of a boring and mentally draining lecture, I want you all to make a portrait of someone else using the brush strokes and art styles we've discussed last meeting and show me— Yes, dear?"

One of Timmy's classmate raised her hand up high, lowering it down when Mr. Jefferson recognized it. "Are we going to do it individually, Mr. Jefferson?"

"Nope, you have to do it by pair and you will be paired by none other than your seatmates." Mr. Jefferson announced and Timmy's mind went blank. "You will draw each other's portraits and give it to me before the school dismissal."

"Huh?" He unconsciously let out a meek. 

Another one raised their hand up high, Mr. Jefferson points her hand. "Yes, Sheila?"

"But, sir, if we're going to use the art styles and brush strokes we've learned from the last discussion then how what will the new student's going to do?" Sheila asked. "She wasn't here until now."

"Hmm... Then, Timmy can help and show her the ropes, yes?"

All the attention quickly shifted to him and he knows that there's no getting out of it. If declines Mr. Jefferson's favor, this action might not put him in a good light towards the Art teacher. He cusses internally with how unlucky he is right now. Busy with his thoughts, Timmy failed to notice the silent gaze from his seatmate.

With a tight-lipped smile, he gave his answer. "Y-Yeah... You can count on me with that, Mr. J."

Timmy knew that he's at a not-so delightful situation since he doesn't want to do anything with his seatmate even if there's a possibility that she's MadMax.

"Splendid! Now everyone, go and grab your materials at the back." Everyone eagerly stood up from their seats while Timmy defeatedly trudges. He didn't knew that Max followed his until he turned around to go back to his seat.