Maxon Tate | Tidewater High

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posted Dec 4, 2014 20:00:34 GMT -6

Post by Kiersten on Dec 4, 2014 20:00:34 GMT -6

I'm flying away from a state of

decay

^{What a mess,
my princess.}

Name: Maxon Liam Tate
Birthday: December 7
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Orientation: Straight
Status: Taken
Playby: Cody Christian

Everything we made

eroded away.

^{I promised a game,
it's a shame you've been
tamed.}

The crowd was roaring as the race had come to an end, Maxon being at the front of it. Despite crossing the finish line already, his blood was pumping and he was full of energy. He pulled up to the winners circle and was immediately met by reporters. He knew they weren’t big named reporters with any major news company, but it would be good practice for the future when he actually won major races.

“We have the winner of this years Junior BMX ride, Maxon Tate. Tell me Maxon, how does it feel to win?” She asked, holding out a recorder to him.

Maxon gave her the sly smile that made a lot girls and women melt and by the sight of how the reporter smiled back at him, he knew she’d fallen under its spell.

“I feel amazing and proud. I wouldn’t be here without my team though.” He knew he always had to mention his team even if they didn’t do anything besides make sure his bike worked. The way he saw it, he did all the hard work in front of the camera while they did it behind the camera. He was still more important.

“Are you planning to make this a career in the future?” She was young for a reporter, probably her first or second gig and he could tell by the way she kept shifting her weight she was trying to figure out the best position to make herself look good for him.

“Yes, I’d love to do this for a living. It’s my passion and I can’t see myself doing anything else.” He wondered if she’d give him his number if he asked. He ran a hand through his hair, making his smile larger for her.

She smiled in return and he knew he had her hooked. “Congratulations on your win again and we can’t wait to see you in the big leagues.” She turned off her recorder and Maxon turned to the other reporters before turning back to her.

“Would it be rude to ask for your number?” He asked, smirking as he looked towards the podium where the second and third place winners were waiting for him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re in high school.” He knew she was just saying that, but the way she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and the look she had in her eyes meant she was debating it.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Let me know if you change your mind.” He winked and headed for the podium. He figured if she was interested, she’d be waiting for everyone to leave.

There was a mild celebration at Maxon’s tent after the podium ceremony and sure enough, the little reporter stopped by.

“Care for a drink?” Maxon asked her, holding up the bottled water company that sponsored him.

She took the bottle but didn’t open it. “My name is Allison by the way. Allie for short.” She held out her hand to him and when he grabbed it, he felt a piece of paper.

“Nice to meet you. Look forward to working with you again.” He knew the paper was her phone number. He stuck his hand in his pocket and watched her walk away, feeling pretty good about himself.

He always won, there was no question about that.

Never mind,
you're too kind,

And I'm only trying
to save some face