maybe i left preston's book at my house for a reason.
maybe.
preston approached me yesterday and asked for it back.
i lied.
"h-hey, max!" he hicupped. it was cute.
"hey, preston." my voice was smooth.
casual.
"do you, uh" he stopped, thinking. he pressed a finger to his chin a moment of thought. "do you have my book? it's romeo and juliet. y'know, classic love story, romeo, he-"
i cut him off.
"yeah yeah, theatre this, theatre that, blah blah blah. no. i don't have it. sorry, shakespear." i said coldly.
he looked hurt.
"are you sure? i coulda swore i saw-"
"i said i don't have it, preston." i slammed my locker.
it wan't until he walked away that i noticed the bruise on the back of his neck.
A/N: i think i already used this cover photo, but whatever. i'll try to post the next chapter soon. i've been super sad lately, sorry guys.
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The Play (MaxPres - Camp Camp)
Fanfictionmax and preston? what opposites. || lowercase intended. || updates whenever.
