Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. I doubt James Patterson writes fanfictions about his own story.
Fang POV
"...Fang?"
"Yeah, thats me."
The office grandma pursed her lips."Sorry, just that... it's quite an uncommon name, is it not?"
I stared at her, trying to keep my emotions under control, which I had gotten good at with practice. I look blank and calm on the outside, but on the inside... welcome to Hell.
"It's says on the sheet that it's my preferred name, believe it or not," I smirked.
"Oh..."
A few more awkward seconds passed and she just sat there, red as a tomato. I nearly smiled because she looked like Rudolph's nose, but with wrinkles.
Yes, I know that I'm a sadist but please, give this guy a chance, ok? This was my first high school and after moving from Long Island, this place was relatively small, and I just wasn't comfortable with that. Not to mention I'm the loneliest loner in the world and that wouldn't help make friends. It used to be easier in 1st grade for heaven's sake. You didn't need to go up, people would ask their questions and you would answer them.
"Ooo, what's your name?"
"Where did you come from?"
"Where are you staying?"
"Did you come on the choo choo train or a weeeeeheerrrrrr jet plane?"
Ah, young people. So innocent, so energetic. I mean, look at us teenage boys, tweeting, watching TV and being single and ready to mingle. I wish I could say I was one of those boys who had the nerve to say "hey" to a nice girl, but so far in life, no girls had even looked at me, let alone said hi. Maybe this school would be different.
'Get real,' I told myself.
Granny looked up in surprise. Whoops. Didn't mean to say that out loud.
She shook her head and muttered, "Children these days."
I just sniggered. How nice of me.
Max POV
Dylan sat next to me. "Hey," he said.
I glared back in return. "What are you doing here? This seat's for Nudge!"
He grinned with his scarily perfect teeth. Then again, everything about him was, pretty much. His hair, his teeth, and his eyes. Ergh.
"I was going to ask you a question."
Crap. Well, the world would end a month too late.
I bared my teeth at him. "I don't wanna hear it."
He shook his head. "Max, I've been meaning to say this for a whole month, but you've never given me the chance. And I think starting a food fight was a bit extreme. I mean, just to get away from me in the cafeteria?"
A shy expression started to take over his face. WHAT? Dylan was never shy! He was the jock leader, the one the girls gossiped about, the one probably getting a scholarship to some college. This guy, shy? Hey, what do you know? I can rhyme.
"Max?"
I met his gaze. "Uh..."
"Will you go-"
Nudge stormed into the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Nudge? You okay?" I asked with real concern. Nudge was the optimist in our gang, never angry, never hurtful, just a smile and soothing words was what made her happy.
"No, I am not!"
She was about to slam her books down onto her desk, but when she saw the occupier, she fumed.
Dylan and Nudge had a very rocky relationship, meaning that Nudge had yearned to be 'in', went out with Dylan, broke up after discovering he was with some other girl, and now, wouldn't even talk to each other.
Until now, that is.
"Dylan. What do you think you are doing, sitting at my desk?"
He turned slightly pale. "Uhh, talking to Max about-"
She just pushed him off before he even finished.
As soon as he stood up, she handed him his bag, and pushed him out the door.
I laughed. "Nice one Nudge."
She smiled sheepishly. "That helped with my anger issues."
"Speaking of which Nudge, what was you're problem?"
She sighed. "Stupid guy who asked me out. Didn't want to, so he came into my house and ruined my room... including that nice perfume Angel gave me."
I hugged her tight, although my hugs usually came with a price. One million dollars. Each.
"It's okay Nudge, you just have to try to let it go. You're lucky people ask you out anyway. It
means you're pretty, charming and likeable!"
Nudge smiled. She knew that I had yet to like boys the way she liked them.
"Well Max, you're brave and strong. It's the type where you have a guy loving you for it or making a guy run away screaming."
I snorted. "Gee, thanks."
We sat in silence for a minute, waiting for the signal for home room to start.
Our teacher came 5 minutes after the bell, like everyday.
"Class?"
We all settled down, like everyday.
"Good morning class!" she said, like everyday.
"Good morning Miss Conway!" we chirped, like everyday. I think you've got the hang of this now, so I'll take out the everyday things, until the unexpected thing happens.
She calls out attendance and give us a minute to talk about the holidays when she goes to the front desk. Apparently, they called her for something. Meanwhile, the getting-up-to-date sessions are going on.
"Love your hair!"
"Wow, she's lost a lot of weight!"
"She finally got those horrid things out of her mouth! But her teeth are still weird!."
The last comment was from Lissa, being the nice person she is. Known throughout the school as the stereotypical head cheerleader, setting her sights on Dylan. They were made for each other, but a) Dylan had his sights set on someone. Who? Moi and b) They were known for cheating on their dates. It wouldn't last long, but they would have fun. Maybe.
I had personally gotten pretty close to a guy named Sam. He was friendly, though there were a few awkward silences every now and then.
Oh well, enough with the matchmaking, let's get to the real disturbance to our 'everyday' lives.
Miss Conway came in and the class fell into silence.
"Everyone! We have a new student called Fang from Long Island move here! I hope you make him feel welcome!"
I looked up expecting a guy with an excited face, blonde hair, and bouncing off the walls with giddiness . Instead, I got a quiet, dark haired, calm guy who was standing at the doorway looking only vaguely interested. The stereotypical 'mystery' guy.
And boy, was he hot.