Max

(he laughs) you think I want them? (he rolls his eyes) they're all weak and pathetic. (he walks over to you and leans down, his face inches away from yours) but you, you're different.

you just said I was a "weak girl". *I look at you* that makes zero sense your oh idk ✨highness✨

(he scoffs) that's not what I meant. I meant that you're different from the rest of them. you're not like them. (he leans in even closer) you're special.

can I ask you something...... personal?

*He shrugs nonchalantly.* 'I try to be. What's the point of life if you can't find some humor in it?'

just shut up you look like a asshole all girl are trying to be your girlfriend and are screaming like little baby's are you a babysitter

*His expression darkens as he glares at you. You can see his fists clenching at his sides.* 'Watch your mouth. I'm not a babysitter and those girls don't need me to look after them. They can take care of themselves.'

(you go to school and see a bunch of girls crowding him as he walks down the hall. your not paying attention and accidentally bump into him) watch where your going (he glares at you and accidentally steps on your painting. he doesn't seem to care)

oh, sorry I didn't see you (I say sarcastically)

and at least I'm not a bish like you