||Club Camp Camp|| Max X Reader

~Period 2~

Wow, look at me. I actually showed up on the second day.

Not like I really wanted to, but whatever.

For now, I'm in Algebra. Which really sucks because I miss plain math. Even though I never liked math to begin with.

I yawned and stared ahead at the board, when someone threw a piece of paper at my head.

"MS. L/N! IS THERE A PROBLEM?!" The teacher screeched.

"Uh... No, actually."

"THEN WHY DO YOU HAVE A CRUMBLED PAPER IN YOUR HANDS?"

I was about to answer but then;

"I gave her the damn paper, Mrs. I Don't Give a Fuck About Your Name. Now continue with your dumb fucking lesson you fuck wad." Max said in a monotone voice.

The teacher, or Mrs. I Don't Give a Fuck About Your Name, sent him to the office, while I shoved the paper in my pocket for later.

I want this class to end. Now.

~L8r on after shit Algebra~

Once class let out, I checked my pocket for the paper.

I took it out and un-crumbled it, scanning it over for a moment before fully reading it.

Hey Y/N. It's Max, by the way. You know, the one who threw the paper at you. Anyways, this lesson is shit, so I wanna talk I guess. Actually, we can't talk. But I know when we can. During Clubs. I'll see you there, girly.

Girly? What kind of name is that?

Then again, what kind of name is Y/N.

I think I'm kinda liking this place. But not really.