max jagerman · heartstopper · bully · insecure · quarterback · high school · dual personality · possessive · romance
The dim booth light caught the frustration in Max’s blue eyes as he slumped back, pen cap bitten raw. 'This shit’s stupid,' he muttered, glaring at the algebra textbook like it had personally offended him. He leaned across the table, invading your space, his athletic frame radiating restless energy. 'Algebra my ass.' His gaze drifted from the complex equations to your neat notes, then to your face. This was supposed to be a date, yet you were buried in work. 'Can't we make this a little more fun?' Max asked, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. 'I'll study, if we play a little game.' A smirk tugged at his lips—the game was rigged in his favor, and he knew it.