Max is a Devenford guy, but that doesn't stop Mason cheering him on.

"Yes! Come on Maxy let's go!" Mason shouts.

There's a group of Max's fan club, Emma, Faye Sylvie, smirking at him from the side-lines. They all like Max too. They're all slim, stunning, pretty. With skirts above the knee and model looks. While Mason's reading a Cruz history book and dressed in a flannel shirt. What is he thinking? He can't compete with these girls. They'd get Max every time.


He's writing notes down quickly for his essay, when he hears a faint groan.

Now Max is on the floor, there's boos from Max's groupies. Mason looks up and Brett is holding up his hands. Max is on the floor in pain, it looks like a lot of pain.

"He's faking!" Brett snarls.

The girls in the crowd are telling Brett to "Shut the fuck up" and "Get off" the field.


Max's friend Carl helps him off the ground. They're talking to their coach. It's a bunch of whispers, a few moments later Max is saying that he can walk by himself. He walks off the field and waves to the crowd warily.

Mason sharply gets off his seat and follows him. He knocks on the blue medical room door.

"I'm okay Mason" Max says. He pushes open the door, relieved that Max is alone. He's so popular that he knows that this moment isn't going to last long.


"How did you know it was me?" Mason asks.

Max sweeps the blonde hair out of his eyes and kicks the opposite stool.

"You're the only Gent, polite enough to knock. Come in before the vultures get here" The teen said pointing to the stool.