Prom Night

Chapter One

Max's P.O.V

"C'mon, Maxi!" one of my best friends, Nudge, shrieked. "You to go to Prom!"

I was sitting with my friends, Nudge, J.J., Cady and Ella while this conversation went on.

"I cant. I told you. I'm not going without a date. And since no guys even look at me, I don't think that's going to happen. So, if my Math serves me right, me plus no date equals no Max at Prom. Plus, its only Junior Prom." I shrugged.

"Max! Prom is the biggest night of your life!" J.J. yelped.

"Well, high school life anyways." the twins, Cady and Ella chimed together.

I rolled my eyes at them.

After a few minutes of silence, I could've sworn I heard every girl in the cafeteria gasp as "They" entered.

"They" being Nick Herring, who the school had nicknamed, Fang, for no apparent reason.

James Herring, who was nicknamed Iggy, again for no reason.

Sam Carson.

And Lissa Carson. Lissa was not only Sam's sister, but also Fang's trophy girlfriend.

Fang was gorgeous, every girl was in love with him. He has jet black hair that fell just over his eyes and about halfway down his ear. His eyes were about as black as his hair. Gorgeous, right?

Iggy was pretty much the complete opposite of Fang. He had strawberry blonde hair that was the same length as his brother. He had bright blue eyes. He wasn't as good looking as Fang, but he came pretty damn close.

Sam had short blonde hair. It wasn't as long as the Herring brothers' but it wasn't buzz cut either. His eyes were dark brown. If you matched he and I up in a room, you'd think we were related. It was freaky the resemblance. Probably wondering why, huh? He's my cousin. Though I'd never admit to that out loud.

Lissa Carson had fiery red hair and brown eyes like Sam's. She was what most people considered, "beautiful". She was like a Lauren Graham kind of beautiful. Lauren Graham or Jessica Alba. Again, my cousin. Again, wouldn't admit to it.

"Ew. I hate Them. They think they own the damn school. Walking in like they're supermodels." Cady scoffed.

The school bell dinged and lunch was over.

I got up, leaving my lunch tray on the table and running out of the room.

I didn't particularly want to talk about Prom anymore.

I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts that I didn't notice when someone said my name.

"Hey, Max."

It was Sam.

"What do you want, Sam?" I asked without turning around.

"Max, you cant keep pretending we're not related. You cant pretend we don't live together. You cant hide every time Fang and Iggy come over."

"Sam, I don't hide. My room is in the attic. I'm always in my room. Plus, it wouldn't matter anyway. They'd never even talk to me."

"That's not true, Max. You know it and I know it."

I rolled my eyes, turned around, and looked him dead in the eye.

"Whatever, Sam. You're a real pain in my ass. You know that?"

"I know. I try."

I took my camo hat off my head and threw it at him.

"Thanks for my hat back!" he yelled before running off in the opposite direction, plopping it onto his head.

"Family a pain in the ass?" I heard someone whisper behind me.

I turned around to see who it was.

And with my luck, it had to be Fang.

"Why didn't you want people to know?" he asked.

"Because I didn't want to embarrass him and Lissa."

"How would you have embarrassed them?"

"Take one look at me, and whats the first thing that comes to mind?"

He paused. What was there to pause about? It's a first impression question. You don't pause about that.

"You look like a tomboy." he finally answered.

I looked down at what I was wearing: A long sleeved, gray and black striped top, a pair of really ripped black jeans, and beaten up red sneakers. I had one necklace. It was a wing. It was a blackish silver color. It was my Mom's. I also had a watch on. It was black, and was my Dad's. I also had a camo print sweat shirt on, that matched that hat I threw at Sam.

"I didn't exactly get the fashionable gene." I laughed.

He rolled his eyes.

"Why havent I noticed you before?" he asked.

"I don't know. We've had all the same classes since kindergarten. You've been friends with Sam and Lissa since fourth grade. Why havent you noticed me, Mr. Herring?"

"I guess we'll just have to change that, huh, Max?"

"No. I'd rather you just forget this conversation, and go back to not knowing I exist."

"As you wish. Goodbye, Max Ride." he saluted, and walked away.

I shook my head, and just stood there.

"There she is. Max!" Nudge screamed.

"Max, you look like you just saw a ghost… Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"I'm fine. I just…"

"So, back to talking about Prom… Max, you have to go!"

"No." was all I said before walking off to the outside of the school.

Guess I'm ditching again. I thought.

I hopped onto my motorcycle, and threw my helmet on.

I felt someone watching me, but I ignored it and rode off.

(Links to her outfit and motorcycle on my profile)

I rode off to a little diner on the outskirts of town. It's a family diner. My family diner. My granddad opened it, then my mom owned it, then when she died, my aunt took over.

"Afternoon, Max." Charlie, the assistant manager greeted me.

"Hey, Uncle Charlie!"

Charlie wasn't really my uncle. But he'd always been there throughout my entire life. And before I lived with my Aunt Angie, I lived with Charlie.

"Looking for Angie?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, is she here?"

"I'm always here, Max. You know that." I heard Aunt Angie say from behind me.

I smiled and spun around.

My aunt was beautiful. She had curly dark brown hair, it almost looked black. Her eyes were a silvery color. She was pretty much perfect. She was wearing a red t-shirt with black jeans and a black apron over it.

"Need something, honey?" she asked.

"Uh… Yeah. Can we go to the stock room? I need someone to talk to."

"Of course."

The diner was one of those old fashion ones that looked like they were from the fifties or sixties.

That being said, all the waitresses or waiters wore roller skates. Angie and Charlie didn't though.

We got to the stock room, and Aunt Angie shut the door behind her.

"Let me guess, guy trouble?"

I nodded.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You know Sam and Lissa's friend Nick, or Fang as every idiot in school calls him?"

"You like him?"

"Little bit." I laughed.

I had always felt comfortable talking to my aunt about stuff like this.

She was more like a big sister than an aunt.

"Max, its not going to be easy if you always hide in your room whenever they come over. If you like him, tell him."

"But, he's dating Lissa?"

"To Hell with Lissa!" she exclaimed.

I bust out in laughter.

"But, Lissa's your daughter?"

"Max, Lissa doesn't even care about him. She's cheating on him with some football guy."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"One more thing…" I began.

"Anything."

"Fang found out that Sam, Lissa and I are related today. He asked why we kept it a secret. I told him it was because I didn't want to embarrass them. I told him to take one look at me and what's the first thing that came to his mind… And he paused."

"Hmm. It sounds like he is starting to like you too. But I cant be sure."

"Thanks… For everything."

"Anytime, Max."

My parents had died on my fifth birthday. They were driving home from work and got into an accident. Happy birthday, Max. And since then, I'd lived with two other people. I lived with Charlie until I was thirteen. And since he wasn't blood related to me, court or something decided I had to go with a blood relative… Enter Angie Carson.

I hugged her and went back out to the diner.

"Table for one?" Charlie asked.

"Uh. Yeah." I answered.

"Right this way, Ma'am." he laughed, holding his arm out for me.

I took his arm and walked with him.

He took me to my favorite table. It was a table for two set in the way back of the restaurant, it had little heart shaped chairs, and had my initials carved into the seat.

"Your table, Miss."

I sat down and Charlie handed me a menu.

"Would you like some company, Ma'am?" Charlie asked.

"I'd love it."

Charlie sat down across from me.

"So, Max. How're you?" Charlie asked, waving for a waitress to come.

"Alright. I could be better." I answered.

Before he said anything more, a waitress came over. Her name was Lorelei, she was also like a big sister to me. She had pin straight blonde hair. Her eyes were a crystal blue. She was always there for me. I loved her.

"Max!" she exclaimed, plopping down on my lap.

"Hey, Lori!"

She hugged me tightly.

"Max, you need to come in here more often!"

"Lori, I hardly have time. Plus, when I do come in here, you're not on shift."

"I'm always here, Max. You're just making up excuses." Lori accused.

I playfully slapped her in the back of the head.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Watch the hair!"

Just then, Aunt Angie came over.

"Max, are you distracting my staff?"

"Mayyyybeeee."

"If you're going to just hang out, at least wait tables… There's one over there I think you'll like." she winked.

I glanced over her shoulder and saw Fang and Iggy Herring.

"Thanks." I smiled shooting up, causing Lorelei to fall on the floor.

"Sorry, Lore."

I grabbed a spare apron off a hook, tying it around my waist I walked over to their table, pen and paper in hand.

I Know That Was Kinda Boring, But I Promise It'll Get Better !

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