betting that i'm better (PT. 1) ── .✦
⋆˚࿔ summary: you've always hated your brother's best friend since childhood. now that he's uncovered your dirty little secret, you can't help but make a deal with him to prove that you've always been better.
⋆˚࿔ pairing: 3fs (max) x fem!reader
⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: slow burn, lots of plot, enemies to lovers, nothing crazy/suggestive, you're jacob's sister, use of y/n!
⋆˚࿔ credits: @pixopix (dividers)
⋆˚࿔ a/n: HIII GUYS!!! this is the long awaited story based on my play!! I hope u guys enjoy + part 2 will be out soon!
It's also Max's first day at his new school.
When shy kids face a new school, it usually doesn't end well.
And it didn't. Max clung to his mother tight, crying hard at the mere thought of going into the small elementary school.
With the encouraging words of his mom, he put one foot in front of the other and marched inside the school. His back was hunched over, his face was bright red. He didn't want to go to a new school. He didn't want to meet new people. He wanted his routine.
Max's first few classes went slowly. He took his seat in the back of the class, practically hiding. He murmured his name when the teacher called attendance. He didn't bother to introduce himself to the other kids.
Recess rolled around, and while the other kids ran around, he sat on a nearby bench alone. The yells and screams of this other children filled the atmosphere. Max sat alone, the loud space blocked out as he was wrapped in his own thoughts.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back home and play with his dog and his sister and go back to his old sch--
Max jumped, head flicking at the boy sitting next to him. "Umm... h-hi," he mumbled.
The boy's blue eyes stared into Max's. He blinked slowly at smiled. "Do you like Mario?"
Max tilted his head confused, but hesitantly nodded. "Uhm, yeah...! I do."
The boy's face lit up. "Cool! Do you wanna be friends?" he asked, a smile wide on his face. "I'm Jacob."
Max stayed quiet, swallowing and nodding again. "Sure. I-I'm Max," he said, forcing a smile.
Jacob scooted in closer, reaching in his pocket and and grabbing a figurine of Mario. "So you like video games?"
Warming up, Max nodded with less hesitation. "Yeah! I-I love video games." The two chatted awhile about there favorites until Jacob's Mario figure was snatched away.
They both looked up at the culprit. Jacob's face dimmed while Max's face lit up.
It was you. Jacob's sister.
"What's this?" you asked, examining the figure with a weird look on your face.
Max blushed. "I-I-It's a--"
"Don't worry about her Max," Jacob sharply said, standing up. "It's just my sister." Jacob went to grab for his toy, but you were too quick to pull away. "Give it back, Y/N!"
"Never answered my question! What is it?!" you mocking laughed, taking a better look on it. "Ohh, I know! It's one of your stupid game characters!"
"Yeah, it is! Now give it back!" Jacob yelled, but you were too quick again. You ripped off Mario's head and dropped it onto the ground.
"Whoopsie!" you hummed, laughing.
Jacob got onto the group, picking up his figure with shaky hands. He had a huge frown on his face. "Y/N! What did you do?!"
"I told you, it was an accident," you sneered at your brother, turning your attention to the boy on the bench. "And who are you?"
Max's newfound confidence immediately seeped away as you approached him. You looked him up and down with a nasty look on your face. "I'm M-Max. I'm friends with y-your brother."
"Are you into those stupid games like him too?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
He gulped, nodding again. "I-I guess so."
You laughed in his face, rolling your eyes. "Wow! Another loser I have to be around now!" you walked closer to him and put your face inches away from his. You loved how his face grew bright red. You flicked Max's forehead and walked away.
Jacob still sat on the ground, broken figurine in hand. Tears welled in his eyes. Max crouched now next to him and put his hand on his back. He seemed to have been completely warmed up to Jacob, his shy exterior cracked.
"Hey, it's alright! I'm sure you'll get a new one!" Max said enthusiastically, trying to bring a smile to Jacob's heartbroken disposition.
"Yeah.. maybe you're right," Jacob said, looking up at Max. "It’s just so embarrassing to have your little sister boss you around like that. She treats me like a baby when she’s a year younger than me!"
"I don't think that's embarrassing at all! She's just a bully," Max smiled.
Jacob chuckled, sniffling and forcing his tears back. "Alright. Let's play on the playground."
Max and Jacob got up and began walking toward the playground. With a sigh, Jacob defeatedly put his broken Mario figure in his pocket.
Max's face still had a pink hue from his previous encounter with his new friend's sister. Darn, you were mean.
The bond Max and Jacob shared that day in second grade had never left. They remained friends all through middle school, where Max became more extroverted and open to more friends. All the way to senior year, right now, where they still share the same love and passion for video games.
You were there too, always harassing the two boys. Making fun of them, mocking whatever they do, and making their lives living hell. You're a junior that hasn't gotten a license yet, so car rides with them are no different. Jacob drives you and Max to school everyday and arguments are mandatory.
You complain about the rap music that Max wants to play. You complain about the jazz music Jacob wants to play. They complain about the pop music you want to play, it goes on and on. Each day a new altercation.
The cherry on top? Jacob's fine when he's alone. You aren't as harsh to him now in comparison to when you were a kid. You even hung out with him often. But when Max is here, you swear Jacob's IQ goes down to 2.
They act like children. The same children crying over a Mario figure when they were in second grade.
You hear them in the living room screaming at the top of their lungs, Jacob making peculiar sound effects and Max's annoying laughter echoing off each wall of your house.
You can't stand it! Especially now. You're sitting on your bed, phone propped up on your fluffy pillow on FaceTime with your best friend. You can hear the irritating, grating voices of Max and Jacob coming from across the hall.
You carefully put white nail polish over your toenails, making sure your hands didn't shake too much. "Yeah! So, anyway, I don't know why Mrs. Kerr gave me a seventy! Like, are we---"
You yelped at the sudden shriek that came from the other room. Your hand slipped up your leg, white paint all up your leg. You gasped, holding up your hands with the polish in one and the brush in other.
You were pissed. You slammed down your nail polish and picked up your phone. "I'll be right back," you growled, abruptly hanging up.
"JACOB! GET THE TREASURE CHEST!" Max screamed, his infuriating laugh following after. You stormed to Jacob's room and slammed the door open.
They jumped in unison and paused the game, looking up at you. You were more focused on Max, the reason you totally screwed up your nail polish.
"Hey, loser! Wanna explain why you're screaming like a little girl and making me mess up my nail polish?!" you yelled, throwing your leg over his lap. White paint covered you.
Max wasn't the same little boy on the bench anymore. He rolled his eyes and pushed your leg off of him. "It's not my fault that you can't concentrate."
"Not your fault? I'm certainly not the one screaming like a five-year-old-girl over a stupid game!" you yelled louder than before, turning around and slamming Jacob's door behind you. You went back in your room. "Stupid boys.." you murmured, taking nail polish remover out of your vanity. "Stupid Max."
Max sighed softly, looking down at his lap. His cheeks were pink at your violent and aggressive appearance.
"Man, Max, I don’t understand why you have such a big crush on her," Jacob brought up, shrugging softly.
Max looked at Jacob, carding a hand through his hair. "I don’t understand either, dude. It’s just that.. whenever she comes into a room, I always get super embarrassed— a-and my face gets all hot. I think she’s really pretty."
"Well, keep thinking. She thinks you’re a total bonehead. Don’t even try it," Jacob told him, shaking his head.
Max groaned, lying back on the bed and putting his hands over his face. "It’s so humiliating how I’ve been practically in love with Y/N for years. She’s never been nice to me, ever."
"When did you even start anyways?" Jacob asked, putting his controller down on the bed.
"From the moment I’ve met her, I’ve been head over heels. Especially when…" Max rambled, hesitating before stopping.
"That one night.. when we were kids."
Max and Jacob were seated on the edge of the couch, eyes wide with anticipation while watching the violent action movie. You were more of a fan of romances and dramas, which made you ultra pissed that you had to watch this stupid movie with them.
You made your way to the living room, sitting right next to Max with folded arms. He flinched away, looking at you with a confused expression.
"Relax, loser," you sneered, rolling your eyes. "My mom is just making me watch this stupid movie with you guys."
Max nodded, looking back at the movie. He completely forgot about you. You were quiet, ignoring how they nerded out on every small thing that happens in the movie. You were invisible up until you fell asleep.
He stayed quiet, not wanting Jacob to make a big deal out of it. "Y-Y/N?" he whispered, looking down at you. You stayed like that for the rest of the movie. Max was afraid to move, scared that the quickest jerk would wake you up. He relished in the moment. You were so peaceful, no snarky remarks leaving your mouth like always.
It was comforting. It felt right to Max. Having you leaning on him. The smell of your shampoo in his nose. He loved it.
In your sleeping state, he leaned on your head too. He knew and promised to himself that he would never forget about this day.
"I never knew she fell asleep on you," Jacob said.
"She did," Max sighed at the memory. "She already hated me before then. After that day, she despised me even more. I just can’t help it, alright? I feel like she would really like me too. We’re total opposites, though. She’s so pink and girly and obviously, I’m not!"
He stared up at the ceiling. His heart aching. "I wish she would give me just one chance."
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