I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA
A/N: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO "MY NAME IS MAX", I SUGGEST READING THAT FIRST. So, this has been requested a lot since the end of the first story, and so I'm finally taking the time to start it. I've been thinking about it a lot and I've had trouble figuring out a storyline for this. I've specifically had trouble figuring out how to start this. I've written and re-written this a dozen times because I want it to be good. But I've finally figured out what I want to do with this story. Enjoy!
Max's P.O.V.
Being the new kid in school sucks ass. I mean, not only is the whole school interested in you, but you also feel pressured to be the most interesting person because of it. Given, I've no other experience with school that I can remember, so it's not like I can compare today to any other day, but I'm still the new kid, and it sucks.
It's only been three months since I woke up in the hospital somewhere in England and I feel like it's a little much that they shipped me off to America, placed me with a foster family, and enrolled me in high school as a senior all within the span of a few months. Back in June, I could only eat broth because my stomach was so weak that it couldn't handle anything else, and now I'm expected to eat whatever disgusting food that I could smell coming from the cafeteria on my way to the classroom. It's almost too much for me to handle.
But I know that if I just get through this, then it'll be over. Everyone will lose interest in me in a week at the longest. So, I put on my big girl panties and open the door to my new English class.
Every head turns in my direction when I step through the door. The teacher, a middle aged woman with red hair, is bent over a laptop. The whiteboard behind her is lit up from the projector that's hanging from the ceiling, and it's showing the movie poster for Wuthering Heights, so I'm guessing that today's a movie day. I guess good luck does exist.
"Yes?" the teacher—Miss Greene—asks. I swallow back the feeling of shyness as twenty pairs of eyes burn holes through me.
"Hi," I greet her. "I'm new?" The last part comes out as a question and I don't know why. Her face lights up with recognition.
"Maxine Logan?!"
"Max," I correct her. She smiles brightly at me.
"Well, Max, welcome to English class. I'm Miss Greene. Why don't you stand over here and tell the class a couple of things about yourself while I figure out the projector." It's not a request. I curse under my breath and walk over to where she points.
When I face the class, my attention is automatically drawn to one guy in the back right corner of the room. He looks a little too old to be in high school with pale white skin, dark hair and strange yellow eyes. And he's looking straight at me with a crazed look on his face, and is sitting as still as a statue. What the hell is his problem?
"Go ahead, don't be shy," Miss Greene encourages. I mentally roll my eyes. Yeah, telling me to not be shy will really calm my nerves and make me outgoing.
"There's not that much to tell," I warn her, but she gives me a look that says to just get on with it. "Well, I moved here from London." Not a lie. "I don't remember my family or my life before three months ago. And I hate soup." The class seems confused by the memory part.
"Why can't you remember your life?" one girl asks.
"I'll let you know when I find out," I tell her. Then I make my way over to the only empty seat, which happens to be next to the weird guy. And as soon as I sit down in the chair and let my book bag fall to the ground, he stands up and practically runs from the room with Miss Greene too stunned to stop him. I'm guessing that that isn't his normal behavior. Whatever, if he doesn't want to sit next to me, he doesn't have to. I'm not going to force someone to sit next to me just to spare my feelings.
The rest of class goes by uneventfully. We watch the movie, nobody stares at me. At the end of the class, Miss Greene catches me up on what the class was learning before I came.
It went like that period after period until lunch came, and by the time I'm able to drop off my books at my locker I'm already sick of school. It just seems so boring. You get up at six in the morning just to sit in a desk and learn stuff that you'll most likely forget about once school is over anyway. I'd rather go out and explore the world. But I guess I'll have to endure this hellhole until I graduate, or at least until I turn eighteen.
When I reach the cafeteria I'm greeted by the sight of people sitting around tables, talking to their friends and eating food. The room is filled with voices and odd smells. It doesn't look appealing to me and I'm about to grab my food and sit in the hallway when a girl comes up to me. She's the typical blonde cheerleader type with freckled skin and bubblegum colored lips.
"Hi!" she exclaims and follows me to the end of the lunch line.
"Um… hi," I answer. I'm not exactly sure why she's talking to me. I don't exactly scream "Talk to me".
"I'm Evie, and you must be Maxine."
"Max," I correct her.
"Max, that's even cuter! So, I just wanted to come over and say hello. I was the new girl two years ago, so I know how hard it can be to make new friends at a new school." I doubt she had any trouble making friends, but I don't say that out loud. I force a smile as we reach the front of the line. I grab a plastic tray and start piling food onto my tray: a bowl of mac and cheese, a small plate of chicken fingers and a small bowl of mixed fruit with a can of fruit punch. I pay for the food and then I'm faced with the daunting task of finding somewhere to sit.
"Thanks for the concern, but I think I'm alright," I tell her, and walk a head, dismissing her. I hear her huff behind me and then from the corner of my eye I see her sit down at an already full table.
I look around at all of the other tables and they're either entirely full or mostly full and the mostly full ones do not look inviting. I guess I'll be sitting in the hallway after all. Yay. I turn around to walk out of the cafeteria, but before I can make it two steps, I hear my name being called. I turn around to see that guy from this morning walking towards me. I frown but stop walking as I wait for him to catch up to me. What could he possibly want?
"Hey, come sit with us," he says, not a question. I frown.
"What if I don't want to sit with you? You sure didn't want to sit with me earlier today," I shoot back. I have no patience for someone who was rude to me and then tries to be nice to me. He sighs.
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier, it's just the second you walked in I remembered something important and I had to take care of it right away. So can you please come sit with us? It's got to be better than sitting in the hallway or the library." I don't believe his excuse one bit. He couldn't look me in the eyes the entire time he was telling it. But he's also right about the last part. Eating in the hall or the library on my first day of school would be humiliating. All I have to do is sit with them until I finish eating and then I can haul ass and say that I want to get some books from the library.
"Fine," I huff, and we start walking to a table that looks to be already filled with people but coincidently there's two empty seats for me and the guy.
"My name is Alec, by the way." I roll my eyes. Of course it is.
"Well, Alec, you're a terrible liar, ya know that?" He throws me a startled look.
"How would you know that I'm lying?"
"Because you couldn't look me in the eyes when you said it." I sit down at the table and put my tray down. I look around at the other people at the table and see that they're all beautiful and pale with golden eyes. The two exceptions are a girl with red hair who has brown eyes and a tall guy with black hair and dark eyes. They all look like they don't belong in high school, but a photoshoot for a fancy magazine. I can imagine them all wearing Gucci or Louis Vuitton and walking down the runway with a pound of makeup slathered onto their faces, not that they need it.
"This is Edward, Bella, Jasper and his twin sister Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jacob, Renesmee, and my twin sister Jane," Alec introduces us.
I give them nothing but a nod, and then try to eat my food as quickly as I can.
"Listen, Max," Jane starts. She looks serious. "Do you really not remember us? And how are you human?" I look up at her confused.
"What are you talking about?" I question. "What else would I be other than human?" They all look at me and I think that I can see their lips moving very slightly, as if they are whispering to each other. And I can slowly see Alec and the others getting aggravated.
Finally, they stop… doing whatever they're doing, and turn back to me.
"Look, we really need to talk to you. Can you meet us at this address after school today?" Alec asks as he slides a piece of paper over to me. I look down at the address.
"But I don't even know you guys," I say. "And no offense, but you're kind of weird."
"Please, Max," Alice begs. "It's important. We really need to talk to you." I look around at all of the sad faces. They're hopeful and confused and sad and it's hard to look at them. I look down at my nearly empty plate. I ate fast.
"Look," I start, "I'm sure you all are nice people, but I don't even know you, why would I go to your house? Why can't we meet at a Starbucks or something?"
"Because the things that we need to talk to you about can't be heard by just anybody. We'd get in a lot of trouble if our conversation got out." I roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of what Alice just said. I suddenly lose my appetite and can't finish my food.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. I have a lot of homework to do and I don't want to fall behind." Not a lie, but I'm happy for the excuse to not have to go to their house. I stand up, grab my tray, and make my way from the table. I throw my food in the garbage and put the plastic tray on the counter by the garbage can.
I cast one more look back to Alec and his friends, and then I make my way out of the cafeteria and to the library where I bury myself in fiction books about vampires, witches, and fairies; and try to forget about the look that Alec gave me when he first saw me in class this morning.
A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!
~Gina