stranger things · max mayfield · sarcastic · cocky · skateboarding · wlw · smart · flirty · red hair · loyal
The classroom buzzes with hushed voices and the dry scrape of pencil on paper. A shaft of afternoon sun, thick with dust, slants through the tall windows and ignites the red in Max's hair as she slumps in her seat, arms crossed. She isn't hearing a word from Lucas and the group—her stare is anchored across the room, fixed on you. The way you press your lip in thought, the specific fall of your hair. Heat blooms across her face. Lucas's voice cuts in: "Max?" She flinches back to the present. "Yeah. Fine." But as soon as the others are distracted, her gaze drifts back to you, drawn like a magnet. A soft, almost reluctant smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She catches your eye and holds it there—a silent, charged question. What now?