I walked to school, like any other teenager who hates riding the bus. And as I was turning a corner, I heard footsteps slapping down on the concrete sidewalk.
"Max! Hey Maxini!" I heard a voice yell. I turned around, only to see none other than Iggy. I stopped walking, smiled, than waved him over. He started running even harder before he caught up to me, his strawberry blonde hair getting in the way of his blue eyes so he tripped when he got to me. He of course pulled me down with him, but held me in his arms like a hug. I laughed the whole way down, while others would have screamed. When we hit the concrete, he stuck out his tongue at me.
"Gotcha!" he said pointing at me. I poked his cheek, and he spit onto my face. I wiped it off and did the same to him. He pushed me back, so I was sitting upright. He jumped up and landed on his feet, then stuck out his hand to help me up. I grabbed it, and rolling my eyes I jumped up. He put his arm around my shoulders and that's how we walked to school. That's us, our sister-brother relationship. We're not actually siblings, but we act like them. Like for the Spring Dance last year, we went together as a joke. It was so funny to see Lissa like that, all slack-jawed and astounded. She was only like that because she decided to have a crush on Iggy that specific day.
"So Igster, how're you and Ella?" I asked, poking him in the stomach. I looked up, knowing his face would be red. And yes siree it was! You could almost feel the warmth of his cheeks radiating. I wrapped my arms around him, and nudged my forehead into his chest. I let go, and went back to how we were first walking. My whole body was leaning onto him just a bit. I love Iggy, but he also has a weird side. He loves building bombs with my little brother, Gazzy. Don't even question his name, you don't even want to know. The weirdest thing is, they're nowhere near relatives, but Gazzy looks exactly like Iggy did as an eight year old.
"Max watch out!" Iggy yelled, taking me out of my thoughts. A little owl was swooping down right at me, I screamed and ducked, letting it pass over me. Iggy took his arm from my shoulders, and grabbed my wrist. Both of us started running down all these streets, still in the direction of school. When we ran down the last street, we met traffic. And the little grey owl. We decided to go for the traffic and started running through cars, weaving through them as we went. Iggy screamed while I stayed focused and calm. When we reached the sidewalk, Iggy pulled me into his shaky body, and made one last little shriek. I chuckled, and pushed him back. I turned around and ran through the grass to Hamilton High School. Where I've spent my two last years here. It felt like the grass was a runway, and I was the plane. Without the wings, but I would love to fly if I could.
"Lookout!" someone yelled, and before I could see it coming someone knocked me over. I fell to the ground with the person on my arm landing sideways on my arm too. When I finally hit the ground, it hurt like Hades. I was ready to scream and yell. I finally opened my eyes, and pushed the person off.
"Hey! Watch where you're going jerk!" I yelled standing up and leaving the guy in the grass. He was a part of the football team, I only knew this because he was in uniform. But none of that padding crap, that probably would have broken something, probably my arm or ribs.
Finally the guy turned onto his back and sat up, revealing his face. It was Sam, the school 'hottie'\man-slut. He's fifteen and has already knocked up two girls. Isn't that nice? Who were those two girls? Amanda Brookings, and Brit Lexington. They stay home now, and are caring for their children. They weren't that sleazy or mean or anything, Sam just caught them at the wrong time. Sam forces people into bed, gets 'em preggers, then sends them on their way. Forgetting he's a baby-daddy.
"Whatever Max! You're just mad I didn't ask you to the dance, so you went with that gay guy Iggy! Bet he was last choice!" Sam yelled at me. He stood up, and I rolled my eyes. I crossed my arms and Iggy appeared behind me. I looked behind me at him, and he looked angry. He had most likely heard that stuff that Sam had said about him.
"Let's get one thing straight here slut," Iggy said poking Sam in the chest, "I'm not gay, and stay away from Max. You screw, you die." Sam almost looked completely bored. He just laughed and crossed his arms, then he looked over his shoulder at his other football friends. He shook his head and looked back at me and Iggy.
"Get him guys," Sam ordered. I could feel Iggy's eyes widen in fear. I saw the whole team start running, and I saw Iggy run too. I watched Iggy run through the vacant parking lot and the whole football team chased him, except Sam. He stood there smiling at me, then finally put his arms around my waist and carried me over his shoulder into the parking lot. He jumped onto the sidewalk, then pushed open a dark green door with one hand and walked in. I was hitting, screaming, and kicking the whole way into the high school. I screamed until he dumped me into the empty janitor's bucket. Luckily, no water in the bucket for my butt to get wet in. I rolled my eyes, and when I placed my hands on the sides Sam kicked it, sending me rolling.
"Incoming!" I yelled crossing my arms over my face and flying into the busy hallway. Me in my skinny jeans, black flats, and gray sweatshirt with tank went flying. I was almost terrified when I saw a textbook. What happened next happened so fast. The wheel stopped and hit the textbook, and I rolled out hitting the wall. I pushed myself up with my two arms, and stayed facing the floor.
"Ew, someone didn't finish taking out the trash!" I heard someone's familiar nasal voice laugh. It was high and horrible, Lissa. I heard her and her cronies giggling at me. I turned around and sat on my bum to face them pointing at me. I started blushing profusely, when my savior came.
"Oh, Lissa?" I heard a smooth, cooling voice say. I looked up, and saw none other than my best friend Fang being fake. And they fell for it, turning on their heels and giggling to each other. Finally, Lissa took a step forward and thrust her chest out.
"Yes, my love?" Lissa asked, fake sweetness overloading her voice. I could tell she was batting her eyes, because Fang gave me that look and I smiled. Quickly, Lissa took some papers off the tables and spun around. Her cronies separated, and Lissa threw all the papers at me. I squealed, and covered myself with my arms. I heard Lissa scream and fall, then footsteps pounding towards me.
"Max! Hey, are you okay?" Fang asked sticking out his hand through the flying papers. I grabbed and jumped up, sprouting through the top of the papers. Papers were still falling all around us, and Fang was holding my hand. My best friend looked so cute right now, just holding my hand and only mine. Yeah, so what? I have a crush on Fang? I am making declarative sentences into interrogative sentences? Let's stop that, okay thanks.
So, the papers settled and I noticed everyone was staring. I looked down to see Lissa had broken a five inch heel. Sam was glaring at us, and I blushed again. I slipped my hand quickly away from Fang's and took a step back. I looked at the ground beside me, and the silence was cleared by Iggy running in and the football team chasing him.
"HELP ME MAX THEY'VE BEEN CHASING ME FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES FRIGDING HELP!" Iggy yelled rushing past. I jumped out in front of the team and they stopped. I put my hand on my hip, shook my head to get my dirty blonde over my shoulders, and smiled real big. I looked them up and down, ready to play the evil girl I was destined to be.
"Hey boys."
"H-hey Max!"
"Now Dominic, do you really want to beat up my friend?" I said, laying a hand on his arm, and looking into his dazzling green eyes. Boy, do I love a guy with green eyes.
"N-no Max. Guys, let's run!" Dominic yelled, then waved for them to run the other way. Dominic had a crush on me (a very obvious one might I add!) so I could easily control him with one touch. He turned his head back, and winked at me. I winked and played Lissa's fake smile. Then turned around and sashayed away. I walked to locker 108 in my hallway and put in my combination. I had a bottom locker under a guy named Carson. He was always dropping stuff. I always really want to-
"Ow! CARSON!" I yelled jumping up, and hitting my head on the bottom of his locker. That, now that hurt a lot. I was gonna cry. I really was gonna cry. That was until Fang ran over and wrapped his arms around me, shielding my face. My face went all pink and did this weird breathing thing, and I bit my bottom lip. Fang rocked me back and forth. I saw Iggy walk up to Carson.
"S-so Carson. Why'dya do that to Maxie h-here?" Iggy said, stuttering because of his cowardness towards football players. He took a step back and his gray and black sweater shook along with his long blue jeans that reached the floor around him. Carson turned around, and Iggy ran past me and for the hills. I smiled and started laughing. Oh boy, thank you Iggy for being my hero. Once I stopped shaking and doing that weird breathing thing, Fang stood up and walked over to Carson. He popped his knuckles, and pushed Carson into his locker so the door slammed shut. Carson turned around abruptly again, looking annoyed. But he was looking at Fang's chest, expecting to see Iggy. No, he had to put his head up to see Fang. He started shaking a bit, then leaned against the locker. He grabbed other locker doors for support, probably because I could see him shaking.
"Hey Carson, why ya gotta hurt Iggy. I know Max was an accident-" but Carson cut Fang off by laughing. Fang looked really confused and almost disturbed. I sniffled and was ready for Carson to make some stupid joke about me acting to tough. About how only he could make me crack and cry. I really hated him, ever since eighth grade. You get your story later.
"Yeah, Max was an accident at BIRTH. And you fell for the ugly trap," Carson said, snapping his fingers like a girl. I stood up abruptly, but Fang took one hand and held Carson against the locker. Then he used his other one to raise his fist. I closed my eyes and covered ears. I only liked hearing and seeing pain when I was causing it.
FANG'S POV
I brought my fist down on his face, quick and hard. It hit him square in the nose, and he ended up screaming. I raised my foot and kicked him in the stomach. He Just slid across the lockers until he fell to the ground. I looked over to my right to see Max huddled in a ball. I walked over, and kneeled next to her. I tapped her shoulder twice.
"Hey Max, it's me. Fang," I said smirking at her. She opened her beautiful chocolate eyes and she smiled so her little freckles went higher on her face. I stood up, and Max jumped up after me. She rubbed her arm, and faced away from me. She turned back and looked up at me, so her eyes were exactly like a begging dog's eyes.
"Um, thanks for beating that guy up for saying… you know," she said. I nodded and laughed at her, just a little though. She got this big smile on her face, and I couldn't resist myself. I gave her a small hug, then ran to my class. I ran into Mrs. Nichols homeroom without question. Which I was glad for, because she was handing out donuts. I took my seat next to Iggy, apparently he had run back. I fist bumped him, then Mrs. Nichols announced something.
"Now class, tomorrow is the GEO BEE. You can join if you like, but don't take a test and when it asks, 'Where is Mohenjo Daro?' or something. Please, do not put 'I like waffles'," Mrs. Nichols announced in her young, British accent.
A\N: Mrs. Nichols is a teacher I have in school. But she doesn't really have a British accent, I just wanted to give her one. Okay? Okay.
Man, I loved Mrs. Nichols'. Almost as much as I loved Max, almost. But, my thoughts were quickly interrupted by Max's clingy fan. Brigid. She burst into the seat next to me and started asking questions non-stop.
"Hey Fang, how's Max? Did she totally DOMINATE Sam today? What happened to her? Is she alright? Is she all-" she asked, but I glared at her. That really shut her up, and quickly too. What happened next happened too fast. She laid her gentle soft hand on mine, and looked into my onyx eyes.
"Fang, I really, really like you," she said kissing my cheek. My eyes went wide, and she slunk back into her seat slowly. She looked at me, her lips still pursed. She turned back to face forward, and I looked at her in shock. Had she-, did that? Did that really just happen? Or was I imagining it? Hopefully, imagining it I have to succeed in asking Max to the Fall Dance in two months. Before she could make plans of course. And I need no distractions what so ever.
"Here's your donut Fangie-Donut-Boy-Thing," Mrs. Nichols said making a goofy smile. I smiled back at her, one of those smiles I make at Max every once in a while. This was the first time I ever did that to Mrs. Nichols, and for those of you thinking I like her I don't. STILL FOCUSED ON- oh my God. The donut has sprinkles. I shoved it all into my mouth and chewed.
A little African-American head pops in, and smiles in my direction. Mrs. Nichols nods her head, and the girl tip-toes over to my desk pretending to be a ninja. She gets on her knees and makes one big slide, reaching my desk. She puts her fingertips on the very edge of my desk. She smiled up at me, then holds a little piece of paper. A bus note, to go home with Ella.
"It's alright that I miss tonight? Ella wants me to go over to her and Max's place. Okay?" she said, biting her bottom lip. I smile and nod at her, then pat her head. I make the gesture for her to shoo, and she does just that. She jumps up and runs out the door and into the hallway. Ella is Max's sister, and I guess since they're goin' to Ella's place that only Max and Iggy are coming over. I guess that we could have older truth or dare. You see, Ella and Nudge are fourteen. Iggy, Max, and I are fifteen. But we make our friendship work.
MAX'S POV
"YOU ALL HAVEN'T FINISHED YOUR HOMEWORK? YOU HAVE ONE NIGHT TO COMPLETE EVERYTHING ON GREECE! GOT IT?" Mrs. Andrews yelled at us. She sometimes yells so loud that we have to lean back in our seats, as if we were being blown away by her voice. We all nod quickly, and she presses the button to turn on the TV. Channel One pops up playing a song from AWOLNATION, and counting down from ten. It does this every morning.
Finally it reached the actual video, and Shelby Holliday started babbling about whatever is going on in the world. At this I zoned out and pulled out a piece of paper. I grabbed my pencil and started doodling. I doodled me and Fang with wings, dancing in the air. I was actually a very nice artist with drawing, if I do say so myself.
"Hey, whatcha drawing there Maximum?" Ryan asked. He's a guy who sits next to me in Homeroom. He was like a semi-friend. Not really a friend, but still a friend. The most interesting thing about him was his hair. He was a natural ginger, but his hair became lighter because of the Sun.
"Nothin! IT'S MY PRIVACY," I fakely whined. He lightly punched my arm and I smiled at him. It's an inside joke. Once me and him were walking, and asked Lissa whats up and she said 'NOTHING! IT'S MY PRIVACY!' and we just laughed at her. It's really funny sometimes how whiny she can be.
The bell rings and I stuff the drawing inside my binder, and scrambling out of the room like everyone else. I run right out the door, aiming for the room right next to it. But instead I accidentally hit someone and everything flies into the air. I bend down on my knees sighing, seeing someone else is helping me. I look up to see a really pretty red head. Her name is anonymous and she just looks up at me too. She hands me papers and folders, and stands up. I stand up an stuff the rest into my binder.
"Hey, my name is Scarlet. To match my matted red hair that was on my head when I was born," the girl says smirking and holding out her hand. I shake it and smile at her. We part our ways, and I walk into Mrs. Lewis' room and sits at the table with Fang, Iggy, and Sam. We were all placed here because of our teacher. I love Mrs. Lewis, but why did she place me next to Sam?
"So Max, want to go to the Fall Dance with me?"