"What a pretentious piece of crap..." Max muttered, swiftly flicking his jaw-length hair, glaring at the dorky chess club's president, Declan Hazebill, who was declaring a PSA, and was being quite obnoxiously loud. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7g1axlvtOQ
"Can he just shut up for a minute? I don't wanna fail this dumb exam. I'm trying to cram formulas, not techniques of how to use pawns." He said, ruffling through his unkempt mane and tapped his pencil against his head thoughtfully.
"It's not like I want to be here with you either. A damn library, out of all places." George unleashed a weary suspiration as he lousily swung his feet onto the desk, his dirty shoes tracking all over Max's revision and paperwork. Max shot him a resentful look, glaring at George's ugly running shoes adorned with mud. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoAVTtl06Rf
"Where the hell have you been with those?" He asked, genuinely wondering whether George lived by, or even in a swamp. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYj3ir0jBai
"Out fishing." He replied casually, refusing to budge his feet. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDPyi32r3rI
"Oh, what did you catch, a freakin' barramundi or some shit?" Max exclaimed. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMaxKdAV6pO
"Yeah, actually. It was the size of your damn ego." George snickered, stretching his arms out as far as they could go. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbsKdbr69Po
"Har har, how funny." Max pouted. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8hzk1ntyH
"Aw, having a bit of a sook, are we?" George mocked babyishly, pinching Max's cheek. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS55J8LgQ0N
"Rack off, dude." Max fired, swatting him away like a fly in the Australian summertime. He was feeling himself heating up, like a whistling kettle.
Max felt his hands begin to twitch uncontrollably, and his glasses were beginning to slip from the bridge of his nose, meaning he was starting to visibly glower. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhIbS45spir
"Ay, get your grandma-lookin' ass shoes off my work, mate." When George laughed airily and refused to comply, Max's only option was to pry and push them off the desk.
"George! I'm going to actually murder your ass." Max snapped, looking at his finest essay, which was no longer looked an essay, but rather a crumpled looking treasure map. Thanks to George's mess, his shoes had tracked and smeared mud all over Max's best essay. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ900VbPbrP8
George jumped up from his seat in clearly jeering worry. "Wait, just my ass?-" He couldn't contain a cough of his laughter. "What about the rest of me?"
Max didn't have time for this garbage George was giving him. As much of a great best friend George was, he could still be a massive annoyance.
He furiously shook the dirt particles onto the floor and brushed the surface multiple times, yet it was no use. The paper was ruined, and so was his patience.17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlX9U9kI2vw
"Thanks a lot, you stupid Jap." Max sarcastically spat, rolling his eyes as he shoved his belongings into his bag. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbEyrQ0AGKF
"Anytime." George haughtily saluted, inserting his earphones and swinging his feet back up onto the desk. 17Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjiiOFFEdEC
"See you."
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