Heyy, don't worry, I'm not quiting on my other stories, especially Vy Martinez. Nope, it's just that I've been reading a lot of stories where Max is in a band, so I felt the strong need to write one like'em.
Me: Yay, I'm bringing you guys over from Vy Martinez!
Iggy: Oh god, I thought the torture would only last for one story, but noo! It has to last for two!
Me: Oh man up and do the dsclaimer!
Iggy: Gladly, Ranirose272 doesn't own anything because if she did, we would be in our own personal hell.
Me: Hey! I'm not that bad!
Iggy: Have you looked in the mirror?
Me: No cake for you!
Iggy: See? And the torture continues! I wonder if I can report this as harassment….
SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! A million times sorry, I posted this late at night like around one in the morning so my brain wasn't necessarily working, then an hour later ('cause I was having trouble sleeping) I realized, 'Shit, I forgot to edit the document!' But I was too tired to do it so I had to wait until morning! Then I read a few reviews and I was like, 'Hmm these are some very good points.' So now I'm brushing it up! I'm really sorry!
"If you were still around, You'd tell me I'm different, Since the last time you called me out, I'd put you down, I'd tell you it's a waste of time, To keep you by my side, If you were still around, I swear, We would sit and stare, We would be nowhere.
And to this day, I look for what it's gonna take, to just let things be, Still today, I wonder is it, you or me who should feel guilty? I'm pulling, I'm pushing , I'm putting it Out of my mind
Thought that I had said Goodbye.
If you were still around, you would tell me that you're sorry. But you don't know what you're sorry about. I'd keep to myself, Keep you guessing, Make you question if it's ever gonna work itself out.
If you were still around, I swear, we would sit and stare, we would be nowhere.
And to this day, I look for what it's gonna take, to just let things be, Still today, I wonder is it, you or me who should feel guilty? I'm pulling, I'm pushing, I'm putting it, Out of my mind, Thought that I had said Goodbye.
It still haunts me, Yeah, it still haunts me, Yeah, it still haunts me
And to this day, I look for what it's gonna take, To just let things be, And to this day, I wonder is it, You or me who should feel guilty? I'm pulling, I'm pushing, I'm putting it, out of my mind, yeah, Thought that I had said Goodbye."
[Redesign Me: VersaEmerge]
I finished singing and took a deep breath. I looked out at the cheering crowd and smiled. I ran my hand through my hair and waved.
"Okay that's all for tonight! We'll be here tomorrow at the same time!" I shouted into the mic and I left the stage. My band followed me and we high-fived as we entered the back room.
"That was great, Max!" Our drummer, Jordan said, giving me one of those one armed hugs.
I laughed and took a sip of my water, "Thanks Jordan, now get your arm off of me before I break it off." He paled and took his arm off immediately. Everyone else laughed, Jordan loved to annoy me by pretending to like me, and we know it's all fake because he's just that terrible of an actor.
Kelsey, our guitarist, came up to me and said, "Yo Max, we have to rehearse the new song tomorrow before the show, right?"
"Yup, and then the day after we have to hold those auditions for a keyboardist. Damn Roger for moving the Yakima." I said, our old keyboardist had moved to Yakima, all the way across the country and now we were in the need of a keyboardist.
Okay, now you must be wondering who we are, well here's the answer. We are The Rulers of The Sky (AN: So damn creative…), The Rulers for short, and we are a local band that is a hit in our semi-big town. Our band consists of me, Maximum Ride, on lead vocals and any kind of guitar and drums (but I don't play the drums during our shows often), Kelsey Reed on electric guitar and back-up vocals, Ella Ride (my awesome sister) on bass and more back-up vocals, all of us three girls switch around who's singing, Jordan Lockhart on drums for the most part, and previously Roger Sacher on keyboard.
We do gigs at local clubs, coffee shops, galas, events, parties and grand openings. We are well-known through-out the area and pretty popular. Some people even say we are good enough to get a record deal, but our town isn't big enough to even make the district map, so we don't have any big-time record producers roaming around saying, "Oh you guys are good, here's a contract and a pen, sign and you'll become instantly famous!'. Nope, if we want a record deal, we have to search the producers out. But for now, we are happy in our small town, so that's where we are going to stay.
Now onto the more personal stuff: I'm Maximum Ride, as you already know, I'm 17 years old, I'm a junior at Elton High School, I'm 5'6", I have big chocolate brown eyes that make me look innocent and can give killer bambi eyes (Didn't see that coming did ya'?), long dirty blonde hair that ended mid-back. My mom's a vet, my dad's a scientist, and I have two brothers and two sisters.
Logan 'Iggy' Ride is the same age as me (we're twins), he's like, one inch taller than me and he'll never let me forget it, strawberry blonde hair (I have no idea how he got it considering my parents are a brunet and a dirty blonde), he's a perverted jokester and a pyromaniac (don't ask, seriously just… DON'T). He has blue eyes and don't tell him I said this, a killer smile. He keeps saying I think it's cute but I always deny it, I mean he's my brother, but I have to admit, if he wasn't my brother and he gave me one of those smiles, I would melt, which explains the feint girls when he smiles.
But thankfully I can resist them because shortly after it, he makes a disgusting joke.
My sister Ella, is two years younger than me, being 15, has brown wavy hair that ends and little bit beneath the shoulders, really deep brown eyes like me and she's a nerd but she also has good taste in clothes. She can be a chatter box when she wants to be, but most of the time, she's really quiet. When she's not being quiet, she's really fun, but when she pulls out the make-up, run, run for your pathetic life. She's not quite a fashion freak, but more like a perfectionist.
My other sister Angel (the name suits her), is six years old, she has long wavy blonde hair that also stops mid-back and the cutest blue eyes. She's shy around new people, but once she knows you she's like an adorable teddy bear you can't let go of. She's just so damn cute, but she also has her demonic side. She's manipulative and controlling. If she really has her heart in it, she can get you to do anything she wants and can be very controlling, I think she gets that from my dad, I know I do.
My last brother Tyler 'Gazzy' Ride, is… gassy, very gassy. That's why he has that nickname. I swear, if farts could be captured, his would beat nuclear power as most deadly weapon. They are frigging deadly. And to make things even better he's just like Iggy minus the perverted-ness because he's only eight, but he's a complete prankster and pyromaniac. He pulls pranks with Iggy practically every other day and something ends up getting blow to bits. They think it's drop dead hilarious but the rest of us, including Angel who's six for crying out loud, thinks its immature and just plain out annoying.
That good enough for you? Good, now let us return to reality!
"So what are we standing here for? Let's dance!" I said, leading everyone to the dance floor. We were performing at the local club, Club 21, and why go to a club if you're not going to dance? Plus, we were dressed for it, too.
I wore a black off the shoulder shirt that said 'LOVE' in shimmery letters, yellow skinny jeans and silver strappy heels. I had on thick eye liner, some mascara and pink lip gloss. I wore a heavily beaded black necklace, studded silver bracelet with black rims, and black diamond hanging earrings (Outfit on profile). My hair was straightened until it was straight as a pin and I had put a black streak on the right side for some spunk.
We cheered and headed onto the dance floor, where we danced the night away, as cliché as that sounds.
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"Maximum, if you do not get up this instant, I'm pulling you off of your bed!" My dear sister said. Maybe I shouldn't have danced until 3 in the morning last night.
'Go away' I tried to mumble, but my face was in my pillow so it came out to be more like, "Mo Amay"
"Okay, I warned you." Ella said, and I felt the covers get ripped off my body, exposing my blue spaghetti strap top and black running shorts. I felt hands grasp both my feet and I was viciously pulled off my bed and I landed face down on the floor.
"Okay okay, I'm up, I'm up." I said, turning myself around and propping myself onto my elbows. I rubbed my nose and glared at Ella, "Could you have pulled less harder? I think you broke my nose!"
She just giggled and said, "Well, I'm sorry, but you weigh so much! I suggest you eat some salad."
I growled and started to chase her around shouting, "Ella you are dead!" while holding my sock up in a defensive position. I caught up to her in the kitchen and grabbed her arm.
"Okay okay, you got me. Now what are you going to do?" She asked breathlessly. I didn't have in me to physically hurt so I just looked at the sock and shoved it in her mouth and slapped her arm.
"That." I said as she spit out the sock. I grinned smugly as she glared at me. I'm pretty sure I wore that sock to my track meet last week and I hadn't washed it and it was 94 degrees outside. It's her fault for dragging me out of bed, literally.
"Ew Max gross!" Ella shouted and stomped up the stairs. I smirked and looked at the analog clock on the wall. Shit it was 6:48; I had to leave for school in two minutes. I swore and ran up the stairs. I grabbed the first thing my hand found which happened to be my school tee-shirt, some clean pants and ran into the bathroom. I ended multitasking; I brushed my teeth and changed my pants at the same time. I brushed my hair, grabbed a hair tie, socks and my lip gloss and ran out the door. I hopped down the stairs while pulling on my socks and slipped into my high-top converse and ran out the door, while grabbing an apple from the counter and shouting a bye to my parents.
Ella was already in the car, ready and smirking. She was already ready when she woke me up. I took a quick look at what she was wearing. She had on torn denim shorts that stopped above the knee, a plain black knit tank top, a red and black boyfriend shirt over that, a silver necklace with a lock and key pendant on it, hoop earrings and some lip gloss. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail today, which was weird because she never wore a ponytail.
"Shut up." I said as she snickered at my misfortune. She just giggled and I pulled out of the driveway. We reached school in eight minutes, and Ella hopped out of the car.
"Bye Max! See you later!" She called as she ran to meet her friends. I sighed and got to finishing getting ready. I grabbed a fistful of my shirt and tied it in a ponytail on the side and tucked the pony, under my shirt, because we messed up in the order and I got an adult extra large. I applied my lip gloss and ate my apple. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw my hair was messed up from the wind, we had a convertible, and my family is kind of rich. I growled and got out Ella's, not mine, emergency hair brush and hair tie from the glove and quickly brushed my braish (because even if I was tying it in a ponytail, I didn't want it to look all crazy) tied it up in a high pony tail and smiled.
I hopped out of the car and went to get my bag from the back when I realized at home. Shit.
"Hey Max! How come you didn't wait for me? Oh and you forgot your bag!" Iggy said, driving up to me and handing me my bag.
I took it gladly and gave him a hug, "Sorry I was in a rush and thank you a million times!"
"Yo Max, I can't breathe." Iggy said and I let go of him muttering a sorry. "Okay, now that air is reaching my lungs again, I will say that you owe me." He said smirking and I sighed.
"Fine but only because you saved me from getting a lecture on how kids who don't do their homework will end up in jail later on in life from Mr. Greenwood." I said and he laughed.
"Okay now, go scurry off." He said waving his hand and I shook my head.
"Bye Iggy!" I said and I walked to my locker. That boy…
I pulled open my locker when I heard a bang against the locker next to me. I looked behind the door and saw Lissa Sanchez, pressing herself against the popular guy, Nick 'Fang' Peterson. He was desperately trying to get her off but she was stuck to him like glue. I chuckled and turned to my locker. I felt a hand grab me and I looked to the owner of the hand.
It was Fang and he was looking at me like, 'Help!' I sighed.
"Fine." I really hated dealing with Lissa, she wasn't that popular and she was nice, but when you got in the way of her getting what she wants, she goes into psycho bitch mode. I grabbed Lissa's shoulders and pulled her off of Fang.
"Hey what the hell?" She asked, glaring pencils at me.
"Sorry, but I don't like people shoving their tongues down people's throats right next to my locker. I prefer to keep my breakfast in my stomach in the morning." I said, looking bored. Fang so owed me, I barely know the guy and he's already having me do favors for him! Sheesh, the nerve of some people.
Lissa huffed and stormed off. I rolled my eyes and returned my attention my locker.
"Hey sorry about that but I really needed to get her off. She has had this thing for me ever since the second grade." Fang explained.
"Yeah yeah whatever, but you owe me some bacon." I said, that was my price for favors. I took bacon as payment, Mama don't mess around with her bacon.
"Pardon?" Fang asked incredulously.
I sighed and slammed my locker shut, making him jump slightly, "You know bacon? Strips of pork that when grilled taste like heaven? I expect five strips of bacon in my hand by tomorrow morning." I said and I walked off.
I heard him mutter, 'strange girl' and I heard footsteps following me. A hand grabbed my shoulder and instinctively I turned around, grabbed the hand and twisted it enough for it to hurt like hell, but not to break it.
"Ow ow ow, loosen the grip Max." Fang said, bending his knees slightly. Oh, oops. I flushed and let go.
"Don't scare me and how do you know my name? We never spoke to each other since five minutes ago." I snarled, surprising me put me in a bad mood. Plus, when strangers know my name, I just get even more pissed.
"You're in The Rulers of The Sky. Everyone knows your name." Fang said in a 'duh' tone. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. See? I told you we were pretty well-known in this town, Fang Peterson, the most popular guy in the only high school here knows me, well not personally but he knows I exist.
"Okay so you know me, give the boy a medal. Now what do you want? I really don't want to be late for Algebra." I said deadpan.
"Wow, someone is snippy, I like you. I'm going to keep my eye on you. And by the way, you have a bit of apple of your cheek." He said, smirking and walked off. I blushed and brushed the piece of apple off my cheek and growled.
Fang Peterson is your typical jock, arrogant, perverted, football player, a player and the last thing, drop dead gorgeous. He had long, shaggy black hair, onyx eyes that were really mysterious, a well, and I mean well, developed figure, and olive toned skin. He only wore black (I wonder what his favorite color is?) and he was silent but when he did talk, only things that made me want to bash his skull in came out.
We did talk occasionally, which made my earlier statement a lie, but that was only on accidental occasions, in when he bumped into me, he gets pushed into me, or in biology when he needs answer to a question. But each time our conversations weren't like the one we just had, the older ones usually consisted of him asking and or telling me something and me saying something snarky in reply and walking away or flipping him off.
I just shrugged our conversation off and headed to Algebra. Joyous joy. (Note sarcasm….)
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"Max! ZOMG I heard that Fang Peterson likes you! You have to tell me everything! What happened? People are saying that a girl kissed him and you pushed her off in jealousy and he started to like you! How could you not tell me you like Fang Peterson out of all the people! He is so hot and popular! I bet if you let me-"I slapped my hand over my best friend, Nudge's mouth. Nudge was in my grade, she had shoulder length frizzy black hair and brown eyes. She was an African American, she was super nice, super girly and a chatter box and the complete opposite of me. I have no idea why we are best friends, but we just are.
"Nudge, Fang does not like me. If he does, it's only because I 'intrigue' him. And what happened is that Lissa pushed against the locker next to mine and started to snog him. He grabbed me and had me get her off of him and now he owes me some bacon. Then I walked off but he grabbed me, told me I had a piece of breakfast on my cheek said he liked me, probably for my attitude and walked off. Nothing happened! Now can we skip the interrogation?" I said, explaining the situation while grabbing my reading book from my locker.
"But Max! That's not what everyone is saying, especially what Lissa is saying. I think she's really enjoying the spotlight." Nudge said, looking at me seriously. I slammed my locker shut at the mention of Lissa. Even if she is nice most of the time, like I said before, if you get in her way, she goes into psycho bitch mode.
"What the hell is that bitch saying about me?" I growled ferociously and Nudge shrank back. I felt bad for growling at her, but I swear if Lissa was spreading some nasty rumors about me, I'm going to rip her throat out.
"She was going on about how you were crazed with jealousy and how she and Fang were peacefully making out when you came and pulled her off of him and yelled at her for being a slut and stealing your man." Nudge squeaked.
I was seeing red, "My what!" I screamed and I turned around and stormed to find Lissa. I heard Nudge yelling my name but I was too busy fuming to listen. I saw one of her friends, Devon, talking to a girl and I grabbed her by her shirt collar and pulled her to me (Not like that…)
"Where the hell is your dead friend?" I snarled in her face and she whimpered.
"S-She's in t-the b-bathroom." She managed to say and I dropped her, making her land on her ass. I said a quick 'thanks' and stormed to the bathroom. On the way there Fang caught up to me and tried to talk to me.
"Look Max, I know about the rumors and I'm sorry." Fang began but I cut him off.
"Whatever, but I'm going to kill Lissa." I sneered and continued on to the bathroom.
Fang grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, "Max, Lissa isn't worth it." He tried to reason with me but I wouldn't hear any of it.
"Look, you handle with this your way and I'll handle it with mine, which includes beating the shit out of Lissa. Now I say we go back to how things were before which includes not know each other." I said, shaking my shoulder of his grasp and walking away.
I swore I heard him grumble, 'But you amaze me too much' but I was too pissed to sort what was reality or imagination. I reached the bathroom and banged the door open and stormed in, my fist clenched against my side.
I saw Lissa gossiping with some random girl, probably about me. I walked up to her and punched her. She fell to the ground with an 'oomf' and a yelp, while clutching her eye.
"That's what you get for spreading rumors about me, bitch. Take that as a warning and don't continue to do so or I swear I will give you worse than a black eye. I will make sure I rip all of your limbs off, slowly and painfully and kick you so hard in the guts that you won't be able to stand for months." I growled in her face while crouching. She nodded fearfully. I smirked and got up and walked out of the bathroom with a smug face.
But I had a feeling the rumors would only get worse.
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Remember what I said about the rumors getting worse? Well, it turns out they did. By afternoon, she had somehow twisted the story to make her seem like the victim and I was the big bad bitch. She made it seem that when I heard the rumors I was really upset because it ruined my chance with Fang so I beat her up for revenge.
I almost went and beat Lissa up again but Nudge, Ella, Kelsey, Iggy, Jordan, and surprisingly Fang held me back when I was growling and hissing about how I was going to murder her. I had calmed enough to punch a locker, creating a huge dent in it, which also happened to be Fang's locker. He wasn't so happy about that. I glared at him and slapped his shoulder, hard.
School ended and I stalked out of the building ignoring the giggles and snickers that were thrown in my direction. I clenched my fists and approached my car. I was digging around in my bag when I heard someone calling my name. My head snapped up and I saw Fang jogging over to me and I almost groaned.
"What do you want Fang?" I asked, returning to looking for my keys. Gr, where did I put them?
"I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to go and kill Lissa in her sleep." Fang said, keeping his hand in his pocket like he was hiding something.
"Fang, I'm hot tempered not a cold blooded murderer." I said, rolling my eyes, but he didn't see it because my head was shoved in my bag.
"Well then what are you going to do about the rumors?" Fang asked, fiddling with something in his pocket.
"Hey Max! Hey Fang! Is Nudge coming over today?" Ella asked coming over to the car.
I growled, I couldn't find the damn keys anywhere! "No Nudge isn't, but the band is. Oh and Fang, if I'm the jealous girl, then I'm going to be the jealous girl and I'm going to play it good." I said, taking my head out of my bag long enough to shoot Fang an evil, toothy grin.
"Max, as long as it keeps you out of juvie, I'm fine with it." Ella said causally, I stuck my tongue out at her which she gladly returned.
"Oh god, this ought to be good." Fang said, smirking. I glared at him and slapped his shoulder, hard. "Ow!" He said, holding his shoulder and I smirked.
"Who's smirking now? Oh yeah, I am! Now where are those damn keys?" I said, looking in my pockets now.
"Looking for these?" Fang asked, pulling his hand out of his pocket and showed me what he was holding. My car keys.
"Fang, give me the keys." I said in a dangerously calm voice. He didn't react.
"Nope, you have to do me another favor." He said smugly. Ella watched with interest as I glared at him.
"Fine what?" I asked impatiently.
"You have to give me a kiss." He said cockily pointing to his cheek. I flushed angrily and Ella full-out laughed.
"No way in hell, Peterson, now give me the goddamn keys." I growled. He just chuckled and shook his head.
"Nope, if you don't give me a kiss then you have to jump for them." He said. Now that was a problem because he was a good five inches taller than me. I growled and started to jump. He laughed and kept pulling the keys out of my reach. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Fang give me the goddamn keys now!" I cried, stomping my foot in anger. Wow, that was really pathetic. Fang just laughed.
"Nope, you know the price." He said, tapping a finger on his cheek. I sighed, why did he want the kiss so badly?
"Fine." I sighed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and before I pulled away I whispered in his ear, "Now you owe me ten strips of bacon." And I grabbed my keys and got in my car.
"Bye Fang!" Ella said smugly. I just grumbled and pulled out of school.
Ella burst out laughing and I said, "You probably think this is funny, don't you?"
"No I think this Is hilarious." She replied, laughing.
Sisters, what can you do about them?
Sorry a million times about the mistakes! I didn't realize until later and I was like, 'Shit!' but I think it's good now.
So what do you think? Do you like it? In my point of view, it seemed like b the looks of this chapter you might get the feeling that this is one of those high school drama stories. Now as the same for Vy Martinez, I'm having a review meter for this. I want 10 reviews for this before I post again. So review like your life depends on it and tell all of your little friends about this story! RnR?