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Assignment Marriage
Chapter 1: Honey, I'm home!
Max's POV:
I glared up at Flock Academy. Never have I wanted to be anywhere else in the world so frickin' badly.
Flock Academy's a famous and elite boarding school that's harder to get into than a corset; well that's what my mom says. She met my jerk-off dad here when she was my age. Which is sixteen, just FYI.
"Here's your luggage, sweetheart." My dad- I call him Jeb or douche bag. Y'know, whichever- said setting down my last two bags.
"Gee, thanks." I said my voice oozing with sarcasm.
"You're welcome, Maxine."My mother said clearly not picking up that I didn't mean it. She wasn't the best at that, but the woman makes a fine chocolate chip cookie and pretty much lets me do what I want. So I love her, of course.
The one thing my mom had ever made me do that I didn't want to since – ever – was go to this finishing school. I mean, God, finishing school! Or some people call it a charm school, either way it makes me want to hurl!
I rolled my eyes at her, "It's Maximum, mom. Say it with me, Max-Eh-Mum."
"Be nice." Jeb hissed. I sighed trying to accept the fact that I'd be stuck here in a place – that I already hated – hanging out with people – that I probably will hate – because of Jeb – who I knew I did hate – all year.
Why am I blaming Jeb? You may be asking. Because it's his fault! Okay, get this; I accidently set the toaster on fire while trying to make breakfast and the next thing I know he brainwashed my mom into agreeing to send me here! Something about me needing to be more domestic? I dunno.
Sensing that I was miserable already my mom patted my shoulder. "It's not so bad here, honey. I mean look at this room!" She gestured around with her arms.
That was true, this place was pretty awesome, and if anything it lacked a little color. It was like a mini-apartment with a giant room complete with queen-sized bed, walk in closet, small living room, kitchenette, bathroom, jacoozie, and a mini room that for whatever reason a littler bed, about the size of what a kid would have. And it was connected to a similar apartment by a door in the living room.
"And I bet you'll have a really nice roommate!" My mom went on gesturing to the connecting door. Wow, never really noticed, but mom does a lot of gesturing.
As if on cue there was a knock from the connecting door and suddenly the most talkative girl I've ever seen in my life barged in with a dazzling smile on her face.
"Hi! OMG, I'm Nudge Farrell, I'm your roommate! Well, my names not really Nudge, it's Natasha. But I never really looked like a Natasha so when I was little I told everyone to call me Nudge and it just kinda stuck! So what's your name? Wait, no let me guess! Um….Arianna? Jasmine? No, those seem a little too girly for you. 'Cause you're, like, a total tomboy. I can tell 'cause of the dirty, ripped jeans and the converse! Wait, what was I saying before? Oh, yeah! You're name! Is it-"But I smacked a hand over her mouth before she could guess again.
"It's Max. I'm Max Ride." I said fighting a smile. I couldn't help it, I liked her. If only she wouldn't talk so much.
My mom gasped at my rude behavior- or something – and hit my arm, so I removed my hand from Nudge's face. She was smiling at me not taking offence in the least at my rude behavior. Man, being her roommate gets better and better!
"So do you wanna, like, go explore? Look around campus? Get a coffee at the café? Maybe scope out the cuties?" She wiggled her eyes brows and nudged me in the stomach with her elbow.
I laughed and my mom whispered in my ear. "See? I told you she'd be nice." Ah, mothers.
"She'd love to." Jeb said, even though I could have talked for myself! "Valencia and I need to get going anyway." Jeb leaned in for a hug and, no matter how much he annoys me, I gave him one. Y'know, not that I loved him or anything. I just, uh, like to give people the benefit of the doubt. Yep, that's it.
I kissed my mom on the cheek and she gave me a lingering hug. She seemed to be choking back tears, probably a "seeing-her-bird-leave-the-nest-thing" and after around ten minutes of pestering to make sure I had everything and me promising that I'd call her tonight my mom finally left.
"Sorry, 'bout that. She's kind of a mega-mom." I explained to Nudge who laughed.
"Its fine, my mom's the same way. We got here at ten this morning and she just left before I got here." I glanced at the clock-wow, five already.
"So…to the café!" I said in my Adam West impersonation. Just cause I could. Wow, no wonder my parents sent me here.
Nudge laughed and followed me out the door. I followed Nudge down the hallways aimlessly; we took a few rights here, few lefts here until I heard Nudge sigh impatiently.
"What?" I asked, was she mad at me? Oh, great. I really don't want to deal with a roommate who hates my guts.
"Do you even know where we're going?" A smile playing at her lips. Okay, she wasn't mad. But, what?
"No! I thought you did!" I exclaim, smiling with her.
"It's my first day here!" She giggled.
"It's mine too!" We laughed at each other, even though it wasn't all that funny. But, know what? Usually the best things aren't.
"Hello, ladies. What's funny?" A deep voice said from behind us. I spun around, running into the hard chest of the voice's owner.
He was tall. Taller than me and I'm 5'8. His jet black hair that fell in waves over his forehead seemed to match his dark, dark eyes that reminded me of the night sky- stars included by how they sparkled- and his skin was sort of olive-toned. Noticing that I was staring his lips smirked at me and all beautiful and poetic thoughts that I'd had previously vanished from my head. He was a player.
"Nothing." I said dismissively crossing my arms.
"We got lost," Nudge told him, mesmerized his beauty, and unable to keep her mouth shut. "We're looking for the café."
"Hmm," He pretended to consider this, his eyes tilting up toward the ceiling in thought. "I can fix that. I'm Fang and my friend Iggy and I were just heading down there. Care to join us?"
"No!" I hissed…..
..…just as Nudge squealed, "Yes!"
"No?" The boy and Nudge said in sync turning to me, both surprised.
"No." I repeated, "We, uh, have orientation. Let's go, Nudge."
Just as I was so-freaking-close from saving us from the player another boy walked up. Well, aren't we popular today?
Another tall boy. Another boy's who hair fell over his hair in waves. Another hot boy. The similarities stop there, folks, because this boy's hair was a sort of blond and with little orange streaks, his skin was very pale and his eyes were a clear blue. "Hi." The second boy, Iggy, I'm guessing said.
"Bye." Brushing passed them dragging Nudge by her wrist. But I think I saw doing a "call me" sign to Iggy. Oh, God.
"Nudge!" I scolded when we were out of hearing distance from the two idiots. "What were you doing?"
"Me? What were you doing? They were totally into us!"
"Yeah, but they were totally players! Trust me; I have a sixth sense for these kinds of things. They'd be nothing but trouble."
"Really?" Nudge frowned, her lips pouting slightly.
"Yeah, but players or not they have excellent taste." I say feeling guilty for raining on her parade. She smiled at me.
"Right. Now let's go to orientation."
Believe it or not we actually made it to orientation without getting severely lost. Amazing, I know.
But the craziness doesn't stop there. Let's take a little trip into the present shall we?
"What!" Nudge and I scream in unison at our dorm advisor, Lissa. They can't be serious! They cannot be serious!
"You're married!" She repeated in the perkiest voice ever flipping her red hair over her shoulder. "Well, not legally. But, yikes, didn't your parents tell you? At Flock Academy Finishing and Board School you get to experience what it's like to be a wife or husband with a child for the year!"
"Our parents actually agreed to this bullshit?" I hiss through gritted teeth.
"Girls, relax! And yes you're parents interviewed a boy for you to be you're husbands. Personally, I think you go the best choices." She whispered behind one hand.
"And who would that be?" Nudge asks nervously as I buried my face in my hands and think of comforting ways to murder Jeb.
"Us." Two disgustingly familiar voices say from behind us. Oh, no. It's them. Fang and Iggy.
"Yep, I now pronounce you Maxine Walker and Nudge Griffiths." Lissa said perkily.
"You must be joking." I say helplessly to her. She has to be joking. This all some sick joke, isn't it?
"Nope. Sorry. I'll be by to drop off your kids later." She shrugs before walking off her stupid high heels clicking the whole way.
"So, when do we kiss the bride?" Fang asked cocking a perfect eyebrow.
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