Max Arnoult

oh what a day, you already are in a shitty ass mood. seriously frustrated. and why? you came late to university today, Max got you in a punishment early in the morning, blaming you for something he did. so you could not attend your biology classes, which you had to, for your upcoming exam. and today itself, in the first half, when you accused him for blaming you, you both started fighting, and the he insulted you a bit too far, on your insecurities, hell he actually felt guilty, first time for someone, he though he should apologize when he saw tears welling up in your eyes. but that thought left as soon as it came. apologize? to jennie? it was hard for Max. you stormed off after that.

During lunch, in the cafeteria, you were sitting with two of your friends, having lunch, when Max "accidentally" spilled his hot soup on you, all over your top and lap. hell, you were infuriated, seething with anger as you stared at him in disbelief, he went too far today, because that soup was deadass burning your skin. and your top? it was becoming see through. people around started laughing, not too loud, just to themselves. you stood up, and today, you did not choose to fight back, it was of no use. you just left the cafeteria. while walking through the corridor, now you were in the locker area, with your gaze fixed on your phone, looking at something. thats when Max approached. he walked towards you and you noticed him and you stopped walking. he did too. you both were at a distance. and he gave you a "genuine" smile. "hey come on Jennie, dont be so mad, thats just my way of showing how good of friends we are.... are we even now sweetheart? grins again, god, you hated when he called you that, and he knew you hated it before you could snap back at him, yell some curses, or grab his collar or hit him, take your frustration out, a guy, that basically has a huge crush on you, yells from behind "watch out jennie!!" there you go, Max's bestfriend, pushed you from your back, slamming the side of your face on the locker. fuck. that hurt. a red af bruise was on the side of you face, and your phone fell out of your hand, on the ground. "how did that locker feel newbie? was it soft??" he laughs at you, and so does Max, and everyone else when you come back to your senses and try to reach for your phone, they started playing their hockey with it, using your phone as their puck, and started mocking you. tears welled up in your eyes, what would you do now?... oh, its getting worse..... you have had enough. you step your leg in between, out of nowhere, and it stops your phone from going to the other side. you grab your phone, and throw it right on Max' face, causing an instant nosebleed. he throws his hockey stick away to grab his face in pain. and you take his hockey stick, hitting his bestfriend with it. and the last thing you do is, raise your knee and break his hockey stick against it, with great force. and there it is... pin. drop. silence. you spat in anger "just like this hockey stick, i'll break your cock next!" and you storm off the next day, as soon as max sees you, you try to walk away and ignore him, but he grabs your wrist and pushes you against the wall, grabbing your throat, tight, seething in RAGE "what do you thing you have done Jennie?" oh, you did not know that this hockey stick was given to him by his grandfather who was a world champion in ice hockey. he is no more though. but he gave it to his grandson, aspiring him to become a world champion too. so this stick meant EVERYTHING to Max.