Lucas Sinclair was a jock. He was the basketball team's captain, and all the girls wanted to date him or his best friend, Mike Wheeler. But he had his eyes set on one girl - Max Mayfield.
Lucas loved everything about Max, her flaming red hair, her bright blue eyes, the way she tapped her pencil when she was bored. The list goes on. Lucas had had a crush on Max since she joined the school when they were 13. The only people who knew, were Mike, and his little sister, Erica.
So when he worked up the courage to sit by Max and kiss her twice, he was pretty happy.
He had told Max to meet him after school, and he was really hoping she would. He waited by the gate after the final bell rang, and kept looking for Max. He spotted her walking towards him, and he smiled.
Hand in hand, they walked out the school gate, everyone staring at them.
Lucas knew people thought he was crazy for dating Max but he didn't care. He kissed her in front of everyone, and they both went back to his house.
Max sat down on his bed, Lucas next to her.
"Hey umm Max, are we like dating now?" Lucas knew it was an awkward question.
"Was that not established the past three times we kissed?" Max answered, kissing him again.
Lucas took that as a yes, and kissed his girlfriend back.
