If it wasn't obvious before, Max is the pole dancer.. Though you had some weird theories.
Red's POV
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Gym class is the class I hate most. Barney likes it though because he wants to be fit but I can't really be bothered.
Our whole group, minus Jess, change from our normal uniform to our gym uniform. I glance over at Ross, smirking as he goes bright red when Max turns to him, cute.
The events from my weekend play back in my mind. Why hasn't Max told anyone about his job? Is he just a pole dancer or a stripper?
I've been tossing and turning each night trying to figure out what to do with this information, tell Max? Tell Ross I know? Tell everyone but Max and Ross I know? Or constantly hint at it so he figures it out....
I know one thing though, I want Max to tell Ross what his job is. He has kept so many secrets and Ross is bound to find out at some point, but is that a good thing?
What if Ross finds out, and leaves Max? I don't know why he would but it is definitely a possibility.
"Sometimes I wish we could just change at home, changing in front of strangers is kinda weird ya know?" I say randomly.
"Ya I totallys agrees Red" Barney chimes in, starting off a whole conversation that I don't need to take part in thankfully, I'm not much of a talker.
Max stays out of the conversation too, thinking to himself I presume. I take a deep breath and lean next to him.
"But I guess you would be used to it eh?" I murmur loud enough for him to hear. Max freezes, turning slowly in my direction, but before he can say anything I move into our group, joining the senseless talk.
For the rest of the day Max and I shoot knowing looks, both unsure on what to do from here on out. I certainly don't know, I didn't plan this far ahead.
Damn it Red, messed up again.
--Time Skip:Lunch Time--
Max's POV
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How the fuck Red.
How the hell did Red figure out my job?! Did he go into the bar... No, I would have noticed him! Has he told anyone? Oh god... What... What if he told Ross!?! Pole dancers have such a bad reputation...
I fiddle around on my editing software trying to make some of our recorded shorts flow better, everyone else laughs and talks. Everyone except Red.
I hate admitting it, but I never really thought much of Red. I saw him as a follower, a guy that was only let into this group through Barney. And only stayed because Jess ships everyone... But now I don't know what to think of him!
One thing is for sure I need to talk to him, I can still be the same old Max that everyone fears if I need to.
But when is the right time? If Red knows my job... Does he know anything else? I sure hope not, damn it enough with this shit!
"Red, I need to talk to you." I say getting up and walking outside the computer room, I listen to Red take a deep breathe as he follows.
We stop next to the lockers, I sigh and stare directly into his eyes.
"How much do you know?" I ask cautiously.
"Enough." Red says looking away acting like he doesn't care at all. Okay this is not the Red I know...
"How did you find out." I ask angrily.
"I watched you, how else? "
"You go to a place like that?"
"It's got a good reputation, people don't come there just for the pole."
"Stop acting brave. What do you want?" I ask, Reds brave face softens, he sighs and looks at his feet.
"I want you to tell Ross..."
"Forget it." I growl turning to leave.
"I guess he is just going to find out from me then." Red responds walking towards the computer room. I imediantlely grab him and pull him away.
"Don't you dare! If you utter a single hint towards Ross I will bash your face in!" I threaten.
"I wonder how the group will take that..." Red teases. I rub my forehead with my index fingers sighing loudly.
"Face it Max, I'm invincible if I'm in this group. You can't touch me unless you want to get kicked out, then Ross would follow and never be happy again or never accept you again." Red explains, smirking confidently.
In anger I raise my fist at him launching it directly at his face, but stopping inches away. Red doesn't even flinch.
I think over what he said quietly.. "But if your dead no one has to know~" I chuckle darkly, Red backs away slightly.
"Ahah, you may be a tough guy but not a murderer..." Red laughs nervously.
"You don't know that." I mutter.
"You wouldn't. You probably have enough guilt on your shoulders as is. Just tell Ross and then everything can be fine... Please? I just don't want Ross to find out later and be heartbroken, neither do you." Red mumbles.
An idea comes to my mind, a light bulb might as well be floating above my head.
"Hey... If you're not in the group I can hurt you all I want." I state, a evil grin spreads across my face. Red starts to walk backwards in fear, stammering random remarks.
"Y-you wouldn't! You couldn't! Dude come on we're all friends here, eheh..." Red mutters as I approach him.
"Yeahs." I hear from behind me.
"Yous wouldn't dare." Barney snarls.
Well this situation got ten times worse.
