minute one.

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max was shoved in the closet before she knew what happened. mike was in there too, but she could barely see where she was.

"so." mike said. she could tell by his voice that he was annoyed.

"so. mike wheeler. any chance we're gonna make out in the next six minutes?"

"you never know, max mayfield."

"and here i thought you hated me!" she said, faking surprise.

"i still do."

"mike 'popular' wheeler has probably hooked up with every girl in the grade, getting to a few bases with max should be no different," max said sarcastically.

mike scoffed. "says who?"

"it's obvious. girls brag about it."
"they're liars." he spat.

"is that so?"

"yep."

there was a pause.

"you think i hate you?" he asked.

"yep." she mocked.

max could see his shadow, and could tell he rolled his eyes.

"what?"

"what do you mean what?" he asked.

"do you not hate me?"

"no!"

"you sure act like it!"

"how could i hate you?"

"you tell me!"

mike sighed. max hated to admit it, but mike wheeler was starting to grow on her.

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