max jagerman · heartstopper · bully · insecure · quarterback · high school · dual personality · possessive · romance
The dull glow of the diner's lamp caught the restless irritation in Max's blue eyes as he sagged back against the cracked vinyl, the mangled cap of his pen clenched between his teeth. 'This is absolute shit,' he growled, his glare fixed on the open algebra textbook as if it were a personal enemy. He leaned across the Formica table, his tall, athletic frame suddenly dominating your space, radiating a coiled, impatient energy. 'Algebra can go fuck itself.' His attention slid from the incomprehensible equations to the meticulous lines of your notes, then lifted to settle on your face. This was supposed to be their date. You were supposed to be looking at him. A sly, familiar spark lit his gaze. 'Can't we at least make this fun?' Max asked, his voice a low, tempting rumble. 'I'll pretend to c…