The words of the headmaster had become largely drowned out by those of Nicholas Sterling’s, seated beside the senior. As Nick lowered his head down onto Max’s shoulder, the McNamara turned to the guy, before scoffing over at him. “Sorry, not happening,” Max asserted with a smile, only to be met with the usual complaints from the guy as Nick found himself met with a slight shove to the shoulder. Though before Max even had the chance to respond, he’d found a pair of hands covering over his eyes, and a “guess who?” to follow.
Almost instantaneously, Max could recognise the soft intonations of the voice he’d heard throughout his childhood time and time again. Maximus McNamara and Jordan Oris. They’d practically grown up together. Following each other through elementary school, all the way through to middle school, and on to Constance Billard present day… it was a familiar voice, and it wasn’t one he would ever forget.
A small wave of happiness crossed over him, different to the one he’d gotten when he’d been laughing only moments before with the Sterling. “…I don’t know, Nick, who is it?” he teased, cupping his hands over hers: the smile on his face giving away the feigned pretence that he didn’t know. Nick had started talking and before Max knew it, the three of them were seated together on the padded seats. “Ugh, just use this,” Max spoke, sending a travel pillow flying over at the guy, lightly enough so that it wouldn’t make much of an impact.
Max turned his attention over to the girl, the smile still on his face as he observed her expression, though his eyes softened as it was quickly overshadowed by a slight look of concern. “You tired?” he asked her, pausing in his thoughts for a moment before he’d reached over for a bottle of unopened water to pass over towards her. “Here, drink this,” he said, “You’ll get a headache if you don’t drink enough this early in the morning…"
OOC: “And a surprisingly sexy brother”. I love Amber haha.