Hey guys! So Idk if any of you have read my stories such as You have got to be kidding and I'll wait an eternity for you. I was not proud of the way i ended YHGTBK and i am thinking of rewriting IWAEFY cause i dont like the way i am writing it atm. There may be some OOC-ness in a few of the characters and props to you if you can guess what this story is very loosely based off of!
A small stream of golden light made its way past my curtains, not giving off enough light to brighten my dark room but enough for it to shine in my eyes annoyingly, causing me to groan. I rolled over onto my back and slung my arm over my eyes, hoping to block out the light and drift back to sleep. All my hopes of a minute more of sleep were shattered when a shaggy mop of black hair jumped onto my bed.
"Total..." I whined when he started to attack my face with his slobbery tongue. He let out a playful yip and jumped off my bed and ran in a few circles before running out the door when he heard the sound of his breakfast kibble landing in his metal bowl. I sighed and slung my blankets of my body and kicked my legs off to the side of the bed. I involuntarily shivered at the sudden temperature difference between my warm bed and the cool air of my room.
I walked to my closet and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a black and red long sleeved girls madras shirt. I walked to my vanity and pulled a brush from the drawer and pulled it through my bleach blonde hair and pulled it to the side to braid it. I don't really know where my bleach blonde hair came from my mom's hair is a dark brunette. I looked at my eyes in my reflection. I do know where I got my brown eyes from... I shook my head, expelling the thought from my head and went down the hall and entered the kitchen of the apartment my mom and I lived in.
She, my mother, sat at the table with a waffle on her plate. A plate with three waffles and a butt load of syrup sat across from her. I sat down after saying "Good morning." I scarfed then down, pulled on a pair of black toms and my back pack.
"Goodbye Mom! Love you!" I called behind me before I left the house. I adjusted my backpack strap on my shoulder as I walked down the concrete sidewalk. As I was walking a few girls that were walking beside me started to point at me and laugh. I didn't really care. I didn't have anyone to impress or anyone to stand up for me in these situations, I hadn't since eighth grade...When my father died. I shut down so to speak. I ignored the people I thought were my friends. Soon after that rumors started spreading in school. I became the 'freak' without a father. I became the quiet and reserved girl that everyone assumed self harmed...but I didn't. It had been that way since eighth grade and it still is even now, in senor year. My thoughts were interrupted with the noise of the community bus' doors opening. For some reason my school didn't have bus'.
You know those movies where someone walks onto the bus and it gets quiet and people start whispering and pointing, and what empty seats there are people place bags or say "This seat is taken." So the girl won't sit by them? That was what happened every time I boarded a bus. I walked all the way to the back and sat down by the window, placed my chin on my hand and rested my forehead on the cold window, watching people and buildings whiz by.
The bus lurched to a halt at a stop just a little ways away from my high school. I stood, grabbed my bag, and exited the bus. Walking up to my school everyone was laughing with their groups of friends. Some guys were chasing girls around the campus. I opened the school doors and began walking to my first class with my head down and staying out of everyone else's way.
"Max! Max!" It wasn't very often someone talked to me so when three girls that I don't know the name of started to talk to me I stopped and listened. I looked up at them, a bleek expression on my face. They stopped calling my name and formed a half circle around me. Two of the girls had short brown hair and the third, the one doing all the talking, had long dirty blonde hair in pig tails. "How many years have you been single?" The girl asked with a smirk.
I didn't answer. My face didn't change but what she had said struck a nerve. Instead of answering her I walked passed her and her posse. They all laughed as I walked past them. "She ignored us!"
"Well you can't ask rude questions like that." One of her friends said. Still, even when she said that I knew she wasn't on my side. The same girl said "Well its obviously been seventeen years. Lame!" Their laughs faded as I got farther and farther away from them.
'I haven't had a friend, let alone a boyfriend for seventeen years. And I plan to keep beating my record. I've been in a few groups who called themselves my friends. But I realized something. When I have so-called friends, I only get hurt. I don't need them.' I thought as I unpacked my books for this class and set them on my desk.
~? POV~
"Man, I can't believe what happened yesterday." Iggy, my best friend, said. We walked down the stairs to go to our first class. What I can't figure out is that if this school is a few stories tall then how can they not afford buses? "I get wind Parkersville is full of cute chicks, so I was super excited to check them out, but they all go for you!" He continued talking about the girls from a sister school as we walked down the hall. Yes... my best friend is the world biggest pervert. "Did they?" I ask raising an eyebrow. If they had I didn't notice. They all seemed to be acting normal. All we did was talk. He gave me a slightly annoyed look. "Don't act all oblivious. Even the cutest one had the hots for you. Don't underestimate my vision." He said pouting.
I chuckled. "Sorry man." I said smiling. "So? Did you get her number?!" He began to get almost as excited as he did last night when I told he we were going to meet up with the girls. "I gave him a sideways look. "Nope!" I said popping the 'p'. Iggy ran in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. I gave him a confused look before he continued on. "What? How? Why?!" He yelled throwing his arms up in the air. Once he was done with his little tantrum I walked around him and he followed. "It's not like had to." I put a hand on the strap of my backpack, holding it off my shoulder.
Iggy crossed his arms and 'tsked' me. "Dude, she so wanted you to ask for her number. What a waste" I tried to remember what she was doing last night but she didn't seen like she was interested. "You think so? She looked just like the other girls to me." Iggy stopped and glared at me. Imsure if I could see my face I'd look like a deer in headlights. "The school's most popular guy really is different from the rest of us. The school admires you,the universally kind, Fang Ride." He stated. I smirked at him. "Do I detect sarcasm?"
"Don't tell me all girls look the same to you." I chuckled again at his remark. "No! Of course not. But they're all equal in my eyes."
"Fang!" Iggy turned quickly to face the familiar voice, his cheeks getting a little brighter. I turned a little slower then he. Just as I though Ella, Iggy's crush was running down the hall towards us, her arm above her head, waving. "Good morning." Iggy walked forward a few steps and opened his arms to hug Ella. "Ella!" He yelled. Instead of hugging him she ran past him and hugged me. I felt a little bad for Iggy, Ella never seemed to notice he liked her, no matter how hard he tried. "Where were you last night? I called, but you never answered." She asked with her arms still around me. I pushed her off a little when I saw Iggy still standing there, arms still open, mouth slightly open, eyes closed, and an eyebrow twitching in annoyance. " I went to dinner with some Parkersvile girls."
Ella took her arms off from around me. I sighed slightly in relief. Yeah, sure Ella is a beautiful girl but I didn't like her that way, and besides Iggy has liked her since freshman year. "You should have invited me." She puckered out her bottom lip like a small child. "Sorry. I promise will next time." I began to feel bad because I hurt Ella's feelings. I hated it when I hurt peoples feelings or when I saw people we sad.
Ella's face lit up and her eyes brightened. "Really?! You mean it? We should all got to karaoke together sometime, too." I gave her a small smile. "Sure." She smiled and ran off down the hall. "See ya!" She called over her shoulder. I turned back around and Iggy was stillstanding in the same position from five minutes ago. "What are you doing?"
Iggy didn't turn around when he answered. "Are you trying to take Ella from me, too?" I noticed his fists were clenched at his sides. I raised my eyebrows. "What?" I was confused by this point. He knew I didn't like her didn't he? Ella doesn't even like me like that. He turned around quickly which made me jump slightly. "Ella's seriously everything I look forward to in this school! Especially that she is extremely cute." I gave him a pointed look. "Is that all you look for in a girl?" His hands flew over his head. "No! Absolutely not! She's more than cute! Ella is..." He was cut short when he ran into someone when he was walking backwards. "Whoops. Sorry. Sorry." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. I looked past him and a girl was on her knees on the ground with her back turned to us. She turned just her head and glared at both of us. Im not going to lie she was pretty intimidating, but at the same time she seem quite... fascinating? Was that the word? Iggy nervously bit his lip. "Hey, it was an accident,all right?" She turned back, facing her back to us and walked off without saying a word to Iggy in return.
"She's such a weirdo." He mumbled once she was far enough away so she couldn't hear. MY eyes were still locked onto her retreating form when I asked, "Who is she?" Iggy tilted his head. "You don't know?" I shook my head slightly. "That's Maximum Walker. She's in one of my classes. She's always like that. She never talks. I bet no one's ever heard her voice. I don't know what her problem is. She's not my type anyways. Hmm..." I wasn't really listening at that point. I seemed to be put into a trance be her. She didn't seem weird. She was beautiful. Even with her hair in a braid it came down to the middle of her back. She was dressed so casually it was beautiful. I smiled to myself. 'She's kind of... Interesting."
When school was just getting out Iggy and I were being followed by a few girls. "Ugh! Whats the point of school anyways? We aren't going to use half the stuff we learn anyways..." As we rounded the corner to the stair Iggy perked up when he saw a girl walking up the stairs holding the bottom of her skirt, and being the weirdo that he is yells, "You girls are looking scandalous!" They stopped to look back at him. He jogged up the stairs two at a time to catch up to them. "Hey! Go away!" "You're such a perv!" They both yelled at him. "If you wanna hide them, don't have your skirts so short." I did have to agree with him there. I watched as he argued back and forth with the two girls until i got tired of it. "Hey now, don't be a jerk Igtard." He laughed it off and said, "I'm giving them advice!" He turned back to the two girls who had their arms crossed and clearly not amused. "It's even hotter when you try to hide 'em. You'll give guys the wrong idea and make them think you want it."
"You're the only pervert here!" One yelled. "You sound like an old man!" The other yelled. One of the girls started to talk to me about the dinner we went to last night so I didn't notice when Iggy set his attention to another girl. "You don't see skinny jeans in this school very often. That's pretty scandalous, too." I was just now seeing what he was doing when he said, "Lets see who's wearing them." He went behind the girl and grabbed the belt loop of her jeans. The girl stopped abruptly with a quiet gasp. I then recognized her as the girl from earlier, Maximum. His shoulders sagged. "Huh?Oh, it's you." I moved next to Iggy. Max still had't moved. "Oi, Iggy, what are you doing?" Max began to back up. She grabbed the railing of the stairs. And everything went in slow-mo from there on. She turned her body, her eyes weren't full of anger but embarrassment. Her foot came off the ground and swung into the air. I only had a second to move my hand so she would hit my hand and not my face. She kicked me. She reverse roundhouse kicked me. I fell backwards off the stairs from surprise.
My bottom hit the ground and I skidded back and my back hit a wall. The girls from earlier began to scream. "Fang? Fang are you okay!?" But I didn't pay attention to them, I just stared at her, dumbfounded. She turned to face me where she was up a few steps of stairs. My eyes were wide and they somehow went wider when she spoke. "Everyone always says it's "an accident"... So why does it keep happening?! Leave me alone you asshole! I hope you die!" Her voice was beautiful. It was smooth. I found myself wanting to hear more of it. "She's so mean." "What a weirdo." "Iggy's the one who did it. Why'd she kick Fang?" The girls kept throwing insults at her. "Fang? Are you okay?" One of them asked.
Instead of answering I busted out laughing. It's been a while I've laughed the hard. It was a genuine laugh for once, not forced. I found the whole situation funny. They all looked at me like I was crazy. "Did you hit your head?" Iggy asked. I stopped laughing and smiled. 'Maximum Walker. Who are you?'