The boys and girls in the clique The awful names that they stick You're never gonna fit in much kid ~"Teenagers" My Chemical Romance
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Maximum Ride
Everyone has secrets.
I look out at all the cliques and groups at my school. The preps, jocks, popular kids, goths and emos, nerds, skaters, band geeks, the groups of just friends and all of the others. All of them have secrets, just some better at hiding it.
I keep my head down as I walk through the halls. People stare at me, I know that much.
They don't know me or my secret but I do know most of theirs.
They might not know it but I'm listening, always. To all of the gossip, the whispers, what the people are going to say.
I take my seat in English in the very back left. I'm almost the first one here, besides some nerds and loners.
Most people ignore me as I crouch at my desk in the back of the room. A few people glance my way before returning the conversation to their friend.
Then he sat next to me, his friends surrounding my spot. I almost flinched.
All of them were smiling and laughing. I grab my stuff and try to move away.
"Okay class, take your seats," my teacher says as he takes long strides to his desk, sipping some coffee.
I sigh and plop back down. The guy's voices had dropped down to a whisper.
"Why'd you come over here?" I whisper to Fang, the leader. His mind started racing, trying to think of good ideas.
"Our spot is taken," he says lamely. I look over, seeing all their seats were empty.
"Sure," I whisper in a sarcastic voice. He glares at me.
I hear all his thoughts, racing through his head. Random thoughts about his friends, this class, me.
Yes, I can read minds.
~!~
I sit down in my tree.
I observe everyone that passes by me.
I almost wince when a kid walks by, listening to loud music.
No one notices me ever. I like to keep that way.
Because once someone gets to know you, they get to know your secrets. In case you haven't noticed, secrets spread fast. No one can find out about me.
I bite my lip, seeing some others walk by. I slowly chew on my lunch, still perched on my branch.
I hop off the branch to get to my locker before any of the jocks find me. I almost sprint through the halls. I almost squeal when a hand roughly grabs my forearm. I merely squeak though.
They jocks were roaring with laughter as the cheerleaders tittered beside them as they shove us nerds and loners into lockers.
I sigh, waiting for the owner of the locker to come. It was about five minutes into the next class before a pale boy hurtled down the hall. He skidded to a halt in front of the locker. I tumble out on top of him once he opens the locker.
"Sorry," I whisper, quickly getting off of him. He sits up and rubs his head.
"Who are you? Why were you in my locker?" He questions from his spot on the floor.
"Maximum Martinez, some guys shoved me in there and wouldn't let me out," I say quietly.
He nods and stands up. Once he pulls a few things out of his locker he sticks out his hand. "I'm Jeff Ride, but everyone calls me Iggy." I shake his hand slowly. "So Maximum, where are you going next?"
"Math."
"Oh."
"I should really get going," I say, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Yeah, see you around Maximum!" He exclaims, running off to class.
~!~
I carefully stride through the halls to reach my locker.
I'm glad it's the end of the day, to say at the least. I almost smile before leaving. Then, Iggy bounds over to me.
"Hi Maximum."
"Not now."
"Why?" he wines, drawing out the word. We walk next to each other for a few more minutes before I suddenly hear whispers all around me.
I look into their minds.
OMG. They are like, totes going out! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! I totes gotta text Jenna this!
Who is that girl? How'd she get to talk to Iggy Ride?
Are they friends? I bet they're dating. They totally are. No way they aren't.
That girl is pretty cute. How'd Iggy score her?
I clutch at my books tightly.
"Iggy, I gotta go," I say before sprinting off. I needed to run from rumors.
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-Voodoo Pigman-