Y/n's pov
The bell rang harshly, signalling it was the end of the day.
Just as we had hoped, Max was at her locker.
"Hey, Max. Have you seen Dustin? We're supposed to meet after class." Lucas explained.
Max slammed her locker door and stomped away.
The both of us looked to each other with frowns of confusion, before we raced after her, calling after her.
It wasn't until we reached the stairs outside that she answered.
"Hey, Max! Where are you going? Come on! We've got to look for Dart." I reminded.
"Yeah, good luck with that." She spat, not looking back.
Max made it to the parking lot before Lucas and I finally caught up with her.
"What is wrong with you?" Lucas asked, earning an arm swat from me.
"What's wrong with me?" She scoffed. "What's wrong with you guys?" She brushed a stray piece of hair angrily from her face as she walked.
"I don't understand!" Lucas sighed.
Max whirled around on her heels, looking at Lucas and I for the first time in the conversation.
"No! I don't understand!" She shouted, and Lucas
jumped back slightly. "You guys act like you want
me to be your friend but then you just treat me like
garbage!"
"That's not true!" He said defensively.
She scoffed and nodded. "Actually, you're right," she smiled, and Lucas briefly relaxed.
Her face quickly hardened once more.
"Y/n hasn't. She's the only one of you jerks that
have actually been nice to me. The only one who's
making an effort to get me in the party. But, you know what? Thanks, but you don't have to try anymore. I don't want to be in your stupid party anyway." She spoke the last part to me.
Lucas tried to find words but Max stopped him
before he could say anything.
"All you guys do is lock yourselves in the AV room
keeping secrets like we're in second grade or something. You know, I thought you actually wanted me in your party." She said.
"We do. But it's.." Lucas started to speak.
"But what?"
He sighed, at a loss for words.
"There.... there are just things. Things we can't tell
you, all right? For your own safety."
"My own safety!?" She repeated, fuming.
"Yes!" Lucas nodded.
"Because I'm a girl?"
"What? No! Why would you think that? Y/n's in
the party." Lucas gestured to me.
"Yeah, do you keep secrets from her too? Or El?"
She asked, her voice lowered but was still hostile.
Lucas and I visibly stiffened.
"How do you know about El?" Lucas asked.
"Did you?" She pressed.
"That was different. Trust me. Okay? That was
just... different." Lucas shook his head.
"Okay. You know what? Forget it. Have a nice
life."
Max spun around and stomped away, ignoring our
cries of protest.
"You still stink by the way!"
He frowned and hesitantly brought his sleeve to his nose.
He recoiled at the stench.
"Oh, shit!"
Max set down her skateboard and stepped on.
Besides one little push, she let gravity do its work
and she steadily rolled down across the parking
lot towards her stepbrothers car.
"Well, shit. What do we do now??" I asked Lucas.
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Girlfriend or girl that's a friend. (Lucas Sinclair x Reader)
FanfictionY/n Wheeler has basically always been part of the party. Ever since her twin brother, Mike (fraternal of course) introduced her to Will in the first grade, she kind of just stuck to the group. They were her support system and she was theirs. Practic...
