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The Game Off of the Field

MPOV

Prologue:

It's always the same story, isn't it?

A pretty girl moves to a new school, scared and naïve of everyone around her. She makes a couple friends, and maybe even gets asked out. But her eyes are on the school jock, of course. He's just too much for any girl to pass up.

Just like he was for me.

-Max

"You're throwing me to the sharks," I muttered as I hulled my twin-sized bed from the movers trucks and into the doorway of a new dorm room.

Er, sorry, I mean my new dorm room.

Mom rolled her brilliant eyes and gave me a one of those looks. "Honey, how am I throwing you to the sharks?"

I gave her an incredulous glare, a look that would normally give anyone the chills but only made my mom laugh. "I'm a freshman going into high school in the middle of the school year – a new school. And I won't know anyone . . . again." The mere thought of starting out alone at a new school made me want to break down in tears – but I didn't, because Maximum Ride doesn't cry.

Sighing, Mom came up behind me and smoothed down some of my long golden blonde hair. "I'm sorry, Max, but . . . you brought this all on yourself."

Right, blame it on me.

Maybe I should fill you in: I've been to nine different schools in the last five years. When I turned ten my parents got a divorce and mom got all rights over me. By then, I kind of . . . started rebelling just the tiniest bit. I'd gotten kicked out of all my schools for "the stunts that I'd attempted and succeeded in" dad used to tell me in his e-mails. Ahh, I remember getting expelled out of my first school. I was ten and Gregory Malik was pulling my braids in art class. I guess I got so pissed off that I just blew up. Let's just say that Gregory left the school with a broken arm, paint splattered all over him, and a paint brush shoved down his throat.

I have no idea how that happened . . . (wink, wink.)

Up until now, I'd been going to all public schools – they were so easy to get kicked out of and my Mom and Dad have finally seemed to grasp that concept. So, they were sending me to a boarding school. A boarding school where you shared a dorm room with someone, where you had to be up before 7 am and you had to wear a preppy little school uniform at all times during classes. Yuck.

But while Mom and Dad were discussing over the phone over my plans on how long I'd be staying, I was making a mental bet with myself that I would get kicked out before the semester ended – which was in six weeks.

Piece 'O Cake.

"You'd think they'd already have mattresses in the dorm rooms," I said to myself as I pushed the bed in place onto the empty bed frame. I breathed out a sigh of relief and put my hands on my hips and looked around me, sitting down on the edge of my bed. Mom was down at the car getting more of my bags, but I took that as a chance to interrogate my new room and my new roommate.

I'll admit, I was impressed with the room on its own; large double windows started from the bottom of the floor and ended touching the top of the ceiling. We were over looking the school football field, believe it or not, and I could see the guys doing suicide drills and girls in track suits running around the field. Back to my room, there were two desks, a closet for each my roommate and I, a mini fridge to share, a small love seat for each side of the room and a bedside table for each of the two beds. Also, two large vanities were put next to each of the closets with large shiny mirrors and cushioned seats. The bed on the other side was occupied by a God-awfully bright pink pillows, sheets, throws and a sham. Posters of Twilight's Jacob Black and Teen Wolf were hanging up on the walls, staring me down. My eyes squinted, seeing a smear of red lipstick in the shape of a kiss on the Teen Wolf poster on Scott's cheek.

Oh Lordy.

When I looked over at my room mates vanity, well, lets just say I couldn't really see it because it was covered in heeps of makeup, brands like Mac, Laura Mercier, Bobbi Brown, Sephora, and Garnier Fructis and Chi flat irons. Just stepping over into her side of the room reeked of expensive perfumes and candles and I tried to hold my breath but it was no use.

I looked back at my vanity, already covered in my daily cosmetics: black mascara, eyeliner, concealer if I needed it and some lip gloss . . .

Making a mental note in the back of my head, I told myself to get some beauty tips while I was here. I may not be the full on fashion queen that some girls are at schools like this but I still liked to look somewhat presentable.

When I looked back to my side of the room, it looked like, well, boredom. If I knew that I was staying for a while, I might have changed that. I might even had thrown some color into the sheets that I'd gotten for my bed. But hey, I said I'd only do that if I was staying.

And by the looks of it, there was no way in hell I was gonna be staying for a while.

-Fang

Nudge just wouldn't shut up.

I didn't care if Laura Mercier was discontinuing her favorite mascara. I didn't care if Stiles on Teen Wolf was the funniest person alive. I didn't care if she had Lucky Charms for her breakfast this morning.

And I most defiantly didn't care about her getting a new roommate.

Maybe it was from all the late night studying and lack of sleep, but I seemed to be a bit on edge today and a slad bit cranky . . .

I was supposed to be doing my suicide drills and Nudge was supposed to be running another lap around the track field (which was looped around the football field) but no, she was pulling me aside to get a drink of water and to tell me about how excited she was to finally have a roommate.

"By the way you're talking about her, you make it seem like you were afraid to sleep in the dark alone at night . . ." I told her, half serious, half joking.

Nudge giggled anyways and swat at my arm. "No, silly, I'm not scared of the dark. Especially like Iggy. Does he still have that Micky Mouse nightlight in your guys' room?"

I nodded.

This just sent her into even more giggles, so I just sighed and started gulping down ice cold water, enjoying the feeling of it travel down my neck as it streamed down my cheeks. It was scorching hot outside, even thought it was early November. I guess it never really was anything but scorching hot when it came to life in Jacksonville, Florida.

"I think her name is Maxine or something like that," Nudge said, scrunching her eyebrows together, thinking.

"Who?" I said, yanking her chain.

"MY NEW ROOMMATE!" Nudge screeches.

"Valentine!"

I'm shaking my head now. "Thanks, Nudge. Try to be a little quieter next time, kay? Coach is gonna kill me now . . ."

"Sorry, Mr. Valentine," Nudge says in a low whisper, mocking me.

I raise an eyebrow and sprint back over to Coach.

Well, all I can say is that this Maxine girl better be good to Nudge – or else there might be some trouble.

I'm gonna be updating tomorrow - which is, wait . . . tomorrow already? It's 12:12 . . . so, I'll update sometime later today? lol I really hoped that you liked it and don't worry! There will be mucho FAX! Teehehe! ANYWAYS!

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