Avoid drama(M Loner)

From Create Your Own Story

Your words hang in the air like a dare—short, blunt, and unapologetic. You don’t flinch beneath Max’s stare, meeting his dark eyes without blinking. There’s no fear in yours, only detachment, like you’ve seen bigger threats than him in your lifetime and survived worse.

For a moment, silence stretches between you two. Then Max chuckles—a deep, rumbling sound—and leans back against the nearest empty desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Not looking for drama," he repeats mockingly, though amusement dances behind his smirk. "Cute." He glances at Katie, who gives a small shrug, her pink hair catching the light streaming through the windows. Luna avoids your gaze entirely, suddenly finding her shoes fascinating.

Max pushes off the desk and strolls toward you, each step measured, testing your resolve. When he stops at the row in front of yours, he turns sideways, resting a hip against the edge of an empty chair.

"You know what we do to boring guys like you?" he says, voice lowered now, almost conspiratorial. "We make ‘em interesting."

Behind him, a few members of his circle snicker, though none step forward to challenge you themselves.

Mr. Halberd finally lifts his head, sensing tension, but sees Max casually leaning forward, seemingly engaged in a harmless chat with the new kid. He sighs and returns to his work—he’s dealt with Max long enough to know that unless blood is drawn, it’s best to let things play out.

Max leans closer, casting a shadow over your desk like a predator circling prey. His smirk is razor-thin, waiting for a reaction. The classroom remains tense but mostly oblivious—some students whisper among themselves, others pretend not to listen, and a few watch from the corners of their eyes.

Do you:

• Turn away from Max and focus on the clock above the whiteboard, ignoring him completely. Wait for class to start.
• Glance at Katie, then back at Max, and raise an eyebrow as if questioning his priorities.