[A/N]: Malex, since I can't seem to get enough of them. Enjoy!
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It wasn't even her fault.
Alex had been assigned to cleaning up the trash on the football field's bleachers after her lab partner blew up an elementary-level project and blamed her for it. So there she was, picking up trash on a Friday night, as the football team practiced on the field. She heard a light cough behind her and turned. "Seriously?!"
Maxwell freaking Lord stood there, garbage bag in hand. "You too? What'd you do?"
Alex scowled at him. "I was blamed for my lab partner's mistake. And I don't even want to know what you're here for."
Max smirked, stepping forward. "You're right, you don't." He started clearing trash, basically ignoring her.
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They worked that way for some time, until she skies darkened and rain started to fall. The football team kept playing, and the coach ordered Alex and Max to keep working, it's your own fault you teenage hooligans are in this mess in the first place. Max frowned as the rain saturated one of his favorite dress shirts, but was soon distracted from the fact. Alex's hair was soaked, and was beginning to wave and curl, despite the wet strands plastering themselves to her cheek despite her attempts to swipe them away. "I didn't know your hair was curly."
Alex gave him a glare. "I straighten it for a reason. It's too unruly otherwise." She frowned to herself, but took a hair tie from her wrist and pulled her short strands into a haphazard ponytail. "Now get back to work. I'd like to get this done as soon as possible."
Max returned to his task, but her wavy locks stayed in his mind. When she wore her hair in its natural curls to a school-hosted mathematics tournament a month later, he'd met her eyes with heat in his gaze, and she'd held eye contact for a few seconds before looking away, cheeks tinged with pink.
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I do love my Malex. I challenge all other Malex shippers: please write some works! I'd love to read them!