"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. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAu3VMuWLIwy
"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. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAicOHR53wzg
"Where the hell have you been with those?" He asked, genuinely wondering whether George lived by, or even in a swamp. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAW2ZJ2f9H0o
"Out fishing." He replied casually, refusing to budge his feet. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAxkPh7R97Cr
"Oh, what did you catch, a freakin' barramundi or some shit?" Max exclaimed. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAu9b5Q43l8t
"Yeah, actually. It was the size of your damn ego." George snickered, stretching his arms out as far as they could go. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAmZ609SubH6
"Har har, how funny." Max pouted. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAPEpTpZQhgM
"Aw, having a bit of a sook, are we?" George mocked babyishly, pinching Max's cheek. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAerOlOw1Czf
"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. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAW5VMgEEZ9X
"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. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAYV24Lgkq69
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.16Please respect copyright.PENANAhxm4nqQUPi
"Thanks a lot, you stupid Jap." Max sarcastically spat, rolling his eyes as he shoved his belongings into his bag. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAQWEO9rk4F8
"Anytime." George haughtily saluted, inserting his earphones and swinging his feet back up onto the desk. 16Please respect copyright.PENANAOr97r9Xi8j
"See you."
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