Max goes to high-school, no wings but FAX!
"HONK, HONK!" that was Fang's, my boyfriends, car, I looked out the window, I was only in my short jean shorts, a tank top that showed a little bit more than I wanted it to (I'm going to put on a shirt, incase you're wondering), and my red high tops, but no one was there. Oh, no. Not this again, I thought. Then I felt a pair of strong arms, pull my arms back and tie rope around them, same thing with my feet, and duck tape around my mouth. You're probably wondering, why isn't the gorgeous, brown haired, Maximum Ride fighting back? Because, the last time I fought back, I woke up in the janitor's closet, at my school. Fang picked me up and plopped onto his shoulders, as if I were a potato sack. "Bye, Dr. M," Fang said, while walking down the stairs. "Bye Fang, Bye sweetie," she said. When we got outside, Fang plopped me in the trunk of his black ford truck. When we get to school, the football jocks, including Fang, opened the trunk and carried me to the gym, took off my rope and duck tape and said, "Assembly in 5." If you're wondering why I'm doing the speaking at the assembly, it's because I'm the lead singer at Hollywood Arts high-school. When all the kids and cheerleaders piled in, I said, "Give me an M!" The cheerleaders repeated. "Give me an A!" "Give me a SHUT UP!" They repeated it with a look of confuse on their faces. "See, y'all, you're not going to get anywhere only with your looks," I said. "Okay, you guys are probably wondering why you're here, because PROM is next week!" "AAAAHHH!" everyone exclaimed. "Okay, who hasn't been asked?" Half of the girls raised their hands and one of them was ME. Everybody gasped. "Yeah, I know. My own boyfriend still hasn't asked me," I said.
Skip to LUNCH.
I was sitting at lunch with my flock (or friends), Angel, 14, Gazzy, 14, Nudge, 15, Iggy, 16, Ella, 16 and Iggy's girlfriend, Fang, 16 and my boyfriend, and Me, Maximum Ride, 16, when Lissa Drake, came up and sat Fang's lap and said, "Hey, Fangypoo." We all cracked up. Then she tried to lean in for a kiss, whenI said, "Oh, I'm sorry, Fang's taken. Shame, you even picked out a skirt that looks like your underwear." "What, by who?" she fussed. "By me, you nimrod," I said in a 'duh' tone. "What, you're too boyish," she said, looking at my short jean shorts and my tank top that says, 'Stay away from me, it's good for your health.' That's what I always hear when I walk down the hallways…
Flashback
I was walking down the hallways with Fang's arm around my shoulders. All the girls were batting their eyes at Fang, but then they saw ME. That got the whispers started, Girls: "She's too boyish for him." "Yeah, I know, I heard that she's on the boy's football team." "Look, she's even wearing shorts, and I also heard that she's the ONLY girl on the track team." Boys: "*wolf whistle* hey, you think I can get Max to go out with me?" "Nah man, she's, like, totally out of your league." "But, I'm Dylan Hemming, quarter back of the football team." "Yeah but man, she's the Captain of the football team, the only girl on the track team, a great soccer player, beautiful, and has a great voice. So, she's like totally out of your league."
End of flashback
"Just leave," I said. "Okay, but this isn't over," she said. "Okay… You know we're all going over to Nudge's house this afternoon and were going to play an epic game f computer generated TRUTH or DARE," I said. "Oh yeah," the girls exclaimed, the boys just looked scared.