The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn't concentrate in my classes, and my mind kept wandering back to Max. I found myself wondering what he was doing, who he was talking to, and whether he was thinking about me too.
As I walked home from school, I felt a sense of excitement and nervousness. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this way about someone. Maybe it was the way he smiled at me, or the way he listened when I talked. Whatever it was, I couldn't deny the connection we'd made.
When I got home, I flopped down on my bed and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through social media, searching for Max's profile. I finally found him on Instagram and spent the next hour scrolling through his posts.
His feed was full of photos of his art, music, and adventures. I loved the way he saw the world, the way he captured beauty in everyday moments. As I scrolled, I felt like I was getting to know him better, like I was uncovering hidden pieces of his soul.
Just as I was about to put my phone down, I saw a notification. Max had followed me on Instagram. My heart skipped a beat as I smiled to myself. Maybe this was the start of something special.
The next day, Max and I sat together at lunch. We talked about everything and nothing, laughing and joking like we'd known each other for years. As we walked to our next class, he asked me about my plans for the weekend.
"I was thinking of checking out this new art exhibit downtown," I said. "Want to come with me?"
Max's face lit up. "That sounds amazing. I'd love to."
We exchanged numbers, and he texted me later that day to confirm our plans. As I drifted off to sleep that night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What would the weekend bring?