Rule of Three.
I don't own Maximum Ride.
"Maxine Batchelder."
"No."
"Maxine Martinez?"
"No."
"Maxine Ride?"
"No."
"Max Smith?"
"No." I said with an are-you-seriously-that-retarded? Look.
"Maxine Jones?"
Yet again with the look on my face.
"Maximum Batchelder?"
"No. This is getting old."
"Maximum Martinez?"
"Yes! You got it."
"Okay. So, we need to go out on a date." Dylan the airhead tried to be suave.
"Yeah, and I need you to learn my name BEFORE you try and ask me out." I said shoving his face in to the lockers. I grabbed my textbook and slammed it shut.
'If you really love me' By Stevie Wonder swam in my head.
I had three boyfriends.
My three weeks was almost up. Poor them.
This is a story about me. 'Cause I'll admit it. I'm a player.
I abide by the Rule of Three.
Three people. Three seconds, minutes, days, weeks, years. Whatever.
And stuff happens in threes too. Three science tests a month or three sales at PacSun (my favorite store-EVER!).
And I also do everything at three o'clock for good luck. I have three of everything I could need three of except for like shirts and shit.
So anyways, I've always got three boyfriends. It's a spiteful revenge cycle because of my first boyfriend.
Sam just… cheated on me with a girl named Lissa. She was a slut. Now kind of… one step down from a slut.
Maybe they were trying to make it into the player history book. It failed because I wasn't really mad. I just wanted to earn the title and be on the top of everything. Plus they ended up "falling in love" or something.
Love doesn't exist. You know what I like to do?
Break people up. Especially people I don't like. Or people that try and throw me off my game.
And that old thing, "don't get mad, get even", is like a second abidation. Or whatever the word is. You know what I mean.
The thing you should know about my school, if you are to ever get anything, is that people take me seriously. No one screws with me. Our school considered uniforms for a while, but I stopped them. Whether it was sheer power, fear, or rationality, I will never know.
I'm a shape shifter. For one guy I'm all cutesy-smiley. The next sporty, and/ or business, badass. Anything I need to be to get the job done.
So my three guys were:
Ben. The jock.
Josh. The nerdy cute guy.
And Austin. The half way popular guy.
Why I chose them? I don't know. They're cute?
And totally listen to this: My sister, Ella, catches them on the rebound! Or the ones she likes I should say.
Sometimes our friend, Nudge helps us break people up, helps me break up people, or just helps us be real lowlife kids again. You know the ones that don't spend their time plotting against people; or figuring out how to plan their dates so they don't get caught cheating.
We take walks, go to the beach, jump on the trampoline… and sometimes we just talk. Like the little people.
And then there's Angel. My friend on the inside.
She's kind of like population/rumor control.
She's one of the most popular people I've ever known.
She got in because she can work the human mind like a puppeteer.
She plays mind games that leave you shocked for days. You don't ever realize what's happened. Unless of course she lets you in.
At times like this I'm glad to be a junior and the top dog with my own little army of people.
The only thing left.
"Sam! Lissa!" I yelled.
They looked up from each other.
"What am I?" I asked innocently.
"A home wrecker." Lissa guessed.
"A bitch?" Sam guessed.
"Let's see. I would've accepted amazing, awesome, gorgeous, a player, even triflin'. Besides, I'm not even interested in guys that are old enough to have kids and wives. That's immoral. You've disappointed me, and you're the ones who created me."I said. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, turned on my heel and walked out of the cafeteria.
I'm a busy person, and sometimes I'm nice.
For instance I just warned Sam and Lissa I was still keeping tabs on them. I would destroy them from the inside out.
Anyways… I walked off to my science classroom. It was one thirty. Last lunch for me and my team.
"Hola!" I slid into the room, everything was blurred because I was so fast.
"Hey Max." Ella sighed.
"Hi." Nudge said quietly.
"What's wrong with you two? And where's Angeleigh?" Although I wasn't too worried.
"Angel is on her way up." Ella whipped out her cell phone and flashed Nudge the screen.
"I'm here!" Angel skidded into the room. We all sat on a desk and made a circle/square.
"What took you so long?"
"Gossiping with those girls that have formed themselves my posse and decided on it, too. The only good thing is I know everything they know. Good news. Two new senior boys. Really hot. One junior! Also hot. I got dibs on him!" She said out of breath.
"They friends?" I said already formulating a plan in my mind. My ponytail slid around as I turned to look at Angel. Who would be the third? I clipped back my bangs. That stupid haircutter person… She screwed up my hair.
"No." She said.
I internally danced! Piece of cake. A fresh selection for the master.
"Brothers." Game over.
Descriptions ~brief~ if I don't describe outfits, just imagine skinny jeans popular shoes and a tank top or crop top. Always stylish.
Max
Tall, thin (like almost anorexic thin), Long blonde/brown hair. A little wavy. Wears whatever I describe. Brown eyes.
Ella:
Board straight dark brown hair, short, hazel eyes, designer clothes most of the time, shares with Nudge a lot.
Nudge:
Curly long black hair, purple-ish brown-ish eyes, average height and weight.
Angel:
Ringlet curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, average height, thin.
Whew! Started my newest story. My others will be updated soon.
Ace