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Summary: Maximum Ride is a cheerleader in training to be pro. Living two lives. Badass girl by day, loud cheerleader by night. When Fang moves to her school, will she be able to keep her cheerleader life a secret? Or will she tell all to the boy in Apartment twenty three?
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Without further ado,
Apartment Twenty-Three
Max P.O.V.
Sunlight streamed onto my face from the open window beside my bed as my eyes snapped open and my dark brown eyes flashed to the alarm clock on the table beside my bed.
12:00 PM
Flashed at me in neon green letters.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
I sprang out of bed, barley even flinching when my toes touched the ice cold hardwood floor. I padded across the floor and pulled my door open.
"Iggy! Get up. I fucked up. AGAIN" I screamed in my still half-asleep voice. I slammed my door to put force to my words and skidded across the floor to my dresser, pulling the bottom drawer open, revealing my practice clothes.
Cheer practice that is. I pulled out a pair of black drawstring sweatpants and a purple tank top. I kicked the drawer clothes as I kicked off my old sleep clothes and pulled on my semi- clean clothes. Hey, give me a break. Some of us are just too damn lazy to do our own laundry. Thank god for mothers. Can't live with them. Can't live without them.
Picking up a hair tie off my dresser, I slung my dirty blonde hair into my pony tail. Shh don't tell my mom, but I plan on dying the tips blue… just because I can.
Picking up my black drawstring bag, I slung it up onto my back and picked up my cheer shoes. Best way to describe them? Light weight tennis shoes. Easy to move in. Yada yada yada.
And… now I know why I'll never be able to sell anything in my life!
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I put it into over drive, racing down the stairs and barley stopping to push my feet into my tennis shoes.
My brother, Iggy, stumbled in, pulling up his sagging jeans in the process. His blue eyes met mine as he racked a finger through his messy strawberry blonde hair.
"Max. Set your motherfucking alarm for fucks sake" He said, in his pissy voice. I rolled my eyes and shoved him toward the front door. Iggy and I? We aren't very sociable when we wake up. Go figure.
He grabbed his keys before I slammed the front door shut. Oops? Sorry mom.
I hopped up in the bed of his black Silverado. I felt the car start up as we backed out of the driveway. I slide down to sit on my ass as we bumped along the road. Banging my fist against the back window, I made a "go faster" sign at Iggy. Instantly the car started to move faster and faster as we raced along the road.
I watched the car behind us get farther and farther back as I held on tight as the Silverado started going uphill toward Marietta, GA gym.
Home sweet home.
The window against my back slide open and I had to move forward so I wouldn't slide in beside Iggy.
"Ten seconds Max" I smirked as the window slide closed and I stood up, gaining my balance quickly. I started counting backwards from ten in my head.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
I stood up on the edge of the truck bed, resting my hand against the top of the truck and bent my knees slightly.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
With one swift movement, I bent my knees further and launched myself from the truck bed, and landed on my feet with a hard thud on the asphalt. My brother's head appeared out of the driver window as he sped off down the hill, he shot me the bird before driving the rest of the way down the hill.
I rolled my eye and sighed.
"Brothers" I said, kicking up rocks as I walked to the front door, pulling it open with a strong tug.
"Max!" Screams erupted from the girls and guys stretching on the mats. I tossed my bag to one side and came into the middle. I made a motion for them all to stand up with my hands. Most did except for a couple of the little girls and Mandy, a flyer girl who broke her ankle last week.
"We pumped?" I asked. I got a few nods and smiles.
"We pumped!?" I asked a bit louder. More nods and a few people screamed yes.
"WE PUMPED!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"YES!" Everyone in the gym exploded and I smiled. This really was my family away from my family. My home away from home.
"Bring it in" I said, putting my hand in the middle. My hand was pilled below a bunch of hands. Guy hands. Sweaty hands. Pale hands. Dark-skinned hands and tan hands.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry" I started and I got a few smiles and a few strange looks from the new girls.
"I'm really such a lady. I wear the blue and green but my name is ORANGE baby" I finished and all of hands went up in the air with excited whistles and screams.
A whistle blew and our coach walked in. Coach Macintyre. A short lady with some really awesome muscles. Her long black hair that was usually down her back was tied up into a bun. Her soft green eyes met my blue and she smiled softly at me.
"Nice to see you Max" She said with a chuckle before getting her serious face on.
"We need a captain All-star girls and boy" Macintyre started before waving at Brad, the only guy in the whole All-star teams. She backed off the mat slowly, knowing that a meltdown was about to start.
"So choose" she finished in a rush as we all too sides on either sides of the mats. I got shoved forward along with one other girl. Megan. Megan sure didn't fight the cheer stereotype with her prissy attitude. Cheerleaders are supposed to be role models for younger kids, not bitches like all of society thinks we are.
We met each other in the center of the mats. She was about a few inches taller than me, but that didn't stop me from shooting her daggers.
"Bitch" She coughed out.
"Wanna be" I dragged out, forming a smirk on my face. Coach Macintyre coughed, coming back onto the mats. She scanned down her lists of difficulties on the team and pointed at one.
"Whoever does the best Chin Chin gets to be captain. Fair enough, okay" She said. Megan and I groaned as she backed away. Chin chin? One ugly cheerleading move. But most of our team has problems doing this stunt. Even me. Greaat.
"Max first" Megan spit out and I rolled my eyes but nodded.
My eyes scanned the ground and I pointed at four base girls in the middle of the line and motioned them forward. They ran up and one of the stronger girls put her hands down in a basket like position while the other two girls stood beside her while one stood in front of me, acting as my spotter and the person who would hopefully catch me if I started falling to my death.
I sat my foot in her hand and pushed myself up using the other girl's shoulders. I got pushed higher and higher into air as two other hands grabbed onto my foot. I nodded at Coach Macintyre and she nodded back.
I stretched my leg out before biting down on my lip hard. I tilted to the side a bit before stretching out my arms and bringing my leg up to about the middle part of my leg. I bent my knee and touched the toe of my shoe to my chin and smiled. The gym exploded into claps and whistles as Macintyre smiled.
"Nice form Max. Bring it down" She finished before taking a seat onto a few stacked mats.
"Ready?" I asked a yes came from below. I forced myself to fall backwards, stretching my legs out. I was caught and placed on the ground.
I slapped my bases high fives as crying erupted from Megan.
"It's not fair. That bitch gets everything" She screamed, tears running down my face.
"Excuse me?" I said, stepping up to her. Like a hurricane, her anger boiled inside of her and she dug her mile long finger nails into my arms, scratching down and shoved me back hard. I stumbled backward, falling on my ass.
Now, Coach Macintyre can live with almost anything. She doesn't care about cussing. Or about name calling, because really, which girls doesn't call another girl a bitch once in her life? The ONLY thing she can't stand is fighting in her own gym. If you get caught fighting inside, you get cut from the team with no discussion. Now fighting inside? Sure, go for it.
"Megan. Out. Now." Coach Macintyre said, getting loud at every word.
"But." Megan stuttered out.
"OUT" Coach Macintyre screamed, letting out her anger. Megan squeaked and started crying before running out of the gym. I stood up, holding tightly onto my clawed arm.
"Damn. Hope I don't get infected with bitchitus" I said, trying to calm the air. Laughs erupted as Coach Macintyre smiled at me.
"Only you Max"
Author Note:
Okay. That was a little long. And weird. Sorry.
Someone tell me how long chapters are supposed to be? Thanks!
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Fang SHOULD be in the next chapter.