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Max when you try to talk to her for the first time. She liked you, she really did, in her head and no one knew except for her, but she would cover it up, and she never did think that you would actually try and confront her, but here you were. She didn't know how to react, and really, she's happy, but she doesn't want to look vulnerable in front of anybody.
"Hey Max, I'm Y/N." I mumble, shyly smiling at her as she is about to close her locker, waiting for a response from her.
But I don't get one, and a look of annoyance and sarcasm shows upon her features as she turns herself away and begins to walk the opposite direction down the corridor... smiling to herself.
