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After sitting and brooding for some time Max decided he would shake it off. It was not like him to not enjoy himself whenever there was a party going on. So he turned his attention back to his group of friends and soon enough his booming laughter could be heard from every corner of the dance. He didn’t want the situation he had gotten himself into to bring a stormcloud over his good time. So when his teammates suggested that they all go and tear up the dance floor he naturally followed.

The lacrosse team took over a large part of the dance floor and if that annoyed their peers, Max couldn’t find it in him to care. There were a handful of girls that saw Max dancing by himself as an opportunity to put the charms on him. But the burly teen just smiled and danced off in another direction. He was really not in the mood and after the fourth awkward dance-off, he decided the dancefloor wasn’t a safe space anymore. He quietly slipped of and out toward the parking lot. 

As the fresh night air hit him Max exhaled heavily shoving his hands in his pocket grabbing his car keys. He directed them into the mass of cars and press the button on his keychain making his truck beep. He followed the sound and opened the front door, leaning in to switch on the sound system. Max connected his phone and put on his ‘Chill Driving’ playlist. 

Max clambered up on the bed of the truck taking off his jacket bunching it up under his head so he could lay and look up at the stars alone with his thoughts. 

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