Max was running down Tribeca Prep's hallway, heading in the opposite direction of where his sister stood. Alex glared at her younger brother's retreating form, angry at him for ruining her homework. Although, the homework that Alex had in her hand wasn't really hers; Alex had copied Harper's work from the year previous and was going to claim the work as her own. But now, the paper was covered in Italian dressing from Max's sub that morning. Max was in big trouble if Alex caught him.
Lenora Young walked out of the classroom door behind her and glanced over the classes' sheet she was given that morning. She bit her bottom lip in frustration, confused on so many levels when trying to read the little piece of paper. Before being able to turn, a hard force slammed into her side and she fell onto the floor. Her bag fell off of her shoulder, slid across the floor to the opposite side of the hallway, and remained there without being trampled on by passing students; in the midst of the fall, her glasses had flown up into her hair. The only thing that remained in place, aside from the person lying on top of her, was the beanie covering most of her short brown hair.
"Can I help you?" She groaned, opening her green eyes to meet a pair of light brown ones staring back at her.
"I'm Max." He spat out, his Adam's apple twitching before he smiled down at the girl.
"That's... great, I guess. But that's not what I asked." He remained unmoving, smiling down at her. She sighed and fixed her glasses. "Will you adjust yourself to where you're not leaning on my pelvis?" Max hadn't realized it, but he was putting his upper body's weight onto his arms and the rest of his body lay on top of the girl's waist.
"Right! Sorry." He sat up before using her leg to help him stand.
"Not helping," she grunted as he pressed more weight down. He lent her a hand and helped her stand upright, noting that she was almost the same height as him.
"Max Russo." He placed his hand out in front of him, preparing for her to shake it. She completely ignored him and walked over to pick up her bag. "This is the part where you tell me your name." He called after her as she started to walk away. She showed no indication of replying so Max followed his first instinct and followed after her. "I'm a freshman." She stayed silent and continued to look at the numbers beside the doors. "What grade are you in?"
"Are you always this persistent?" The girl finally intercepted, aggravated with his continuation.
"I would be able to answer you if I knew what that word meant." He laughed but she just stared at him before shaking her head in a disapproving manner. "So what's your name?"
"Lenora Young."
"Awesome, unique name... like myself." Lenora rose her eyebrow at this statement.
"In what world is Maxwell unique? Because I know it's not mine."
"Maxwell? No, it's short for Maximilion." She nodded and stopping in front of a classroom.
"I cannot say I've heard that one before." She checked the sheet again and looked back up at him. "Well this is my stop. I guess I'll see you later." Max nodded and started to leave her. "I'm also a freshman, Russo." She called after him before smiling and walking into the classroom. Max continued to walk away with a grin spread across his face.
-End of Flashback-
"Len, did you hear any of what I was saying?" Max asked as he waved his hand in front of Lenora's face.
"Nope, not at all." She answered honestly, earning a laugh from both Mason and Alex. "You may be my best friend, but I'm also entitled to a few 'blank out what you're saying' moments." She took a sip of her Sprite and smiled at Max. "I was actually thinking about when we first met."
Max rolled his eyes and gagged, making Lenora's smile turn into a frown. "Why are girls so sappy?" He asked Mason.
"Honestly, Max, I believe it's quite adorable. Seeing as she was on the verge of despising you when the two of you met, and now you're best friends." Mason answered, showing all of his teeth through his grin.
"I remember when she met Justin for the first time," Alex added with a smirk. Lenora started laughing at the memory.
"He started crying because I had commented on his 'action figures.' All I remember saying was that I haven't played with dolls since I was eight and he burst into tears."
"What about when you met Harper?" Lenora's smile turned into a straight line, her faces pink from laughing.
"That was horrible. She spilled her tea on my white shirt then offered to make me a new shirt out of feathers." Lenora involuntarily shuddered and a chill went up her spine. "Looking like a peacock wasn't going to help my being the new girl in school."
"But then you got used to Harper and stopped giving Max the cold shoulder." Alex couldn't help the smile on her face, she wasn't happy for her brother but for Lenora instead. The girl hadn't admitted her crush, but Alex could see straight through her facade.
"And here we are two years later,"
"All truths out; us being wizards and Mason being a werewolf." Lenora froze when Alex finished. She couldn't tell them, that was the main rule her mother gave her. No one could find out, no one. Lenora laughed awkwardly, no one having noticed her reaction.
"Yeah." She sipped her drink again and stood, readying herself to leave.
"Where are you going?" Max asked her when she picked her bag up.
"Home," she answered as she hugged him, then nodded towards Alex and Mason.
"I thought you were staying for dinner?" Max raised his eyebrow.
"I've got Genetics homework that needs done. Maybe tomorrow night?" Max nodded and Lenora paused before turning around and waving. "Ti amo."
"What does that mean?" Lenora winked and laughed.
"Guess." Lenora left and Max turned to look at Alex.
"Was that a different language?" Alex shrugged and led Mason away to the Wizard lair.
