Hey guys, I'm going to try out this story and see how it goes. I may or may not finish it but eh, might as well upload it.
Selfish Love: In which Max has a really bad day
"WHAT?!" Max hissed with furious touches of hostility. And she was sure that every single other member of the student body was just as shocked too. She turned around to the see the reactions of the others and wrinkled her nose. Almost nine out of ten girls were either: grinning maniacally, fanning themselves, already hyperventilating, squealing or fainting dramatically.
"Yes, that's right everyone," Headmistress Janssen repeated, "We, Newton Academy for Talented Young Ladies will be combining with Falcon Boys High School."
Max groaned. This was a horrible day! What a horrible, inauspicious, unfavourable, unfortunate, dreadful, frightening, terrible, no-freaking-good at all day!
Just their luck. It just had to be their school. Not the Windsor College a mile away, not ter Borcht's Girls School of Science, which was practically right next door. But no, it just had to her school, the Newton Academy for Talented Young Ladies. Wonderful.
"Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh," Nudge squeaked out, "There are going to be boys. Here! At our school!" before going back to the aforementioned 'omigosh'ing. But after one glance at her best friend's facial expression, she miraculously shut up (which if you guys don't know is something that she rarely EVER does).
"What a pain," Max grumbled unhappily.
Nudge instantly followed suit. She didn't want to get onto the bad side of angry Max. For heaven's sake, nobody wanted to get on the bad side of angry Max!
"Yeah…" Nudge trailed, copying Max's tone, "Uh, this totally uh, sucks."
"I'm going to talk to Mum, maybe we can figure out what going on," Max plotted angrily. If her mum didn't have answers, nobody would.
"Max, Newton Academy has been the number one girls' school ever since 1984. And Falcon High has been the number one boys' school since 1990. Do you have any idea how long St Peter's School of Performing Arts has been the top co-ed school?" Marian Janssen asked her daughter with a professional tone of voice. A plaque with her name engraved on it sat on her large desk.
"No, but-" her daughter started.
"Then I realised that combined, our collaborative school could take out St Peter's like yesterday's trash! Don't you want the best for this school?"
Max sulked. The only reason why she agreed to go to the school where her mother was the headmistress because if she didn't accept that offer, she would have to go to Enigma High School. A mainstream co-ed high school filled to the brim with typical cheerleaders, jocks and full-on drama. Which was why instead, she chose to go to a prestigious private school only for girls.
"Yeah, but combining a public high school with a private one? Public high school boys are complete airheads who like to break the hearts of every girl they see. Freaking players, all of them!"
She snorted. A private boys school might've been okay seeing as they were all a bunch of prissy sissies anyway but wild, untamed boys! Just… no.
"Maxine, listen to me," she demanded, "Conversation's over. The boys are coming over next a week and I do not want to hear another peep out of you until we get home"
Just to emphasize her point, Headmistress Janssen slammed her hand on the desk, making a racket that could probably be heard all the way from the library.
Max sighed and walked out of her mum's office defeated.
"How did it go?" Nudge asked, jumping up and down. "Do the boys get to stay?" She even clasped her hands together for good measure.
"Yes," she said in a disappointed tone. "They're still coming next Monday."
'YES!" Max's over-excited friend squealed. "Yes, yes, yes! I might finally get a boyfriend like everyone else!"
Max raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously, Nudge? Seriously?"
"What?" Nudge shrugged innocently, "I can't help but want to be a real girl. Unlike some people, RIde," she said accusingly but with a light-hearted manner attached to it.
"Oh Bambi," Max bantered, using the nickname that Nudge hated like hell. She made a sharp snap with her fingers like any typical valley-girl. "You did not just say that I am not a real girl."
Nudge smiled sarcastically,
"Oh girl, I think I just did."
Max winced. This would be the worst part her journey. Every single Friday afternoon when she had to walk back home, Max had to be ninja-like. Ducking behind walls, crawling through bushes, failing to jump from treetop to treetop, the works. Why? Because her journey home was straight past Falcon Boys High School, that's why.
And if she bumped into any of them, Max would abandon her 'stealthiness', flip them the bird and run away like the wind.
This time, Max did have an unfortunate run in with a boy. An emo boy if you really want to be particularly particular.
He had obsidian eyes, olive skin and a side fringe. A side fringe for heaven's sake! What a wannabe emo!
The sleeves of his uniform were folded up, his tie was way too short, he wore black Converses instead of dress shoes, he also sported a torn sleeveless, leather jacket, and to top it all off, streaks of his black hair were bleached.
"What a wannabe badass emo dude," Max grumbled.
The boy seemed to hear this.
"I'm not actually emo," he added helpfully, "And my name's Fang."
"Fang. What a typical emo name," she muttered, angrily.
"Well, if you want to get technical, my name's actually Nick." He noticed Max's uniform. "Oh you go to Newton Academy?" he asked surprised. "Have you heard that we're combining schools next week?
Max glared at him. Was their whole stupid school filled with stupid wannabe badass emo people?!
"Yeah, don't tell me your name," Fang mused.
"Yeah! I won't!" she said before flipping him a bird and cartwheeling off, like a ninja of course.
'What a weirdo,' Fang thought to himself.
"But Mum…"
"No buts."
"Why?"
"I already told you why."
"Have you no decency?!"
"This whole plan was for the sake of the school's decency!"
"Butthole."
Marian Janssen gasped,
"Maxine, you know how I feel about such vulgar vocabulary! And do tuck in your shirt."
Max glared.
"And you know how I feel about you calling me Maxine," she complained. "It's Maximum or if you're feeling really casual, maybe even Max, but not Maxine."
Her mother raised a sceptical eyebrow.
"You are Maxine. I had you christened Maxine. Your birth certificate says Maxine and so does your passport. I enrolled you into the school as Maxine and I am your mother therefore entitling me to call you anything I want. And guess what I want to call you?"
Max looked off to the side and said something she knew that she would regret later.
"Bet that Dad wouldn't have wanted me to be called Maxine. He'd have called me Max."
Her mother snapped out of her mini hissy-fit.
"Oh I'm sorry honey but please, leave your father out of this."
Max would've definitely rolled her eye if her mum wasn't watching, but this was how her mother reacted every single time her father was brought up in a conversation.
"Sorry Mum…" she apologised before quietly adding, "Even though I was right."
"What was that?!" her mother asked almost on the verge of growling.
"Nothing!" Max squeaked.
And you know what the worst part of the whole pandemonium was? It was a Friday. No none of that 'Thank Goodness It's Friday' crap. It's 'Holy Shit It's Friday'! Why? Because the boys would be arriving on the Monday of next week. Monday!
Max rubbed her hands together and even stroked her non-existent goatee. That only left one puny, pathetic weekend to prepare for hell.
It was Sunday night and Max was freaking out. Not OMG-there's-a-math-test freaking out, not OMG-my-mum-just-told-me-that-I-was-adopted freaking out, but it was… OMG-I'm-actually-going-to-be-forced-to-make-a-civilised-conversation-with-a-male-specimen-of-this-generation freaking out.
This girl in particular was packing her luggage trunk to go face an agonisingly horrible fate. And the boys even had to sleep at the school too! Sure, it was all well and fine when girls slept with their roommates for four school nights a week before getting shipped back home to their parents, but boys? What were the barbaric delinquents going to do?! Toilet paper the buildings? Or maybe egg them instead. Who knew what forms of torture they were planning?!
Max packed in her uniform and then a spare one just in case. Who knew what kind of havoc the guys could wreak for us?! Lesson of the Day, always, always, always, be prepared.
She packed in her nightie, towel, toiletries and a can of pepper spray. 'For once, I might be able to use this baby!' Max thought gleefully.
But still, why did them have to come? Sure, it'd be great to beat St Peter's but why did they have to combine with some putrid school of bastards. And that Fang. Was all of Falcon High filled with wannabe emo people? If so, God help them!
She tried stuffing a large packet of chips to eat but couldn't. 'Why was there always so much air in chip packets? They were like, 60% pure air! Angered by the frustration, she jammed a pencil into the bag and deflated it.
"Finally!" she yelled out for the whole world to hear, before stuffing it back into her case.
She arrived at school the very next day, anticipating the worst. But it looked like the school hadn't changed that much. The girls were still gossiping about whether or not they thought their teachers were dating, the teachers were on patrol to look for illegal activities and the illegal activities (as always) were happening in the foliage of a huge oak tree.
And the boys were gathered in giant groups taking over more than half of the entire courtyard. Max found Nudge standing a few metres away from the crowd gazing at them.
"Nudge, Nudge," Max said, standing in front of her, "Earth to Nudge."
"Isn't he adorable?" Nudge sighed, pointing to a tall guy with coppery hair and freckles.
"He's a sexist pig," Max bluntly stated without any facts. "Probably."
"You don't even know him," she retaliated.
"And neither do you."
Fang stood under an oak tree (Yes, there were illegal activities happening right above him) chewing on a chocolate-chip cookie.
"Hey Igs," he nudged his friend, "That's the girl I saw on Friday afternoon. You know, the one who called me an emo, flipped me off and then cartwheeled away?"
Iggy was also eating a cookie only his was oatmeal flavoured.
"She sounds weird, let's stay away from her."
"No, no, no!" Fang said exasperated, "We have to say hi to her and explain that I'm not an emo." He didn't want to start his first day at school with such a terrifying girl as his enemy. 'Where did she go?' he thought, before spotting her talking to her tanned friend.
"Found her," Fang announced for Iggy to hear, "Come on!"
"No," his friend said stubbornly. "You can't make me."
"Come on Iggy, you're just for moral support just in case she beats me up or something. I'm the one doing all the talking…"
And before Iggy could say another word, the bell rang for the start of the school.
"Saved by the bell," he whispered thankfully.
"Okay girls, as you can see, there will be fifteen new students joining us today. Please make them feel welcome," Mrs Walker told the class.
The girls sat up in their seats while Max rolled her eyes at them. Typical mainstream girl behaviour.
"And because they're new to the school, I'll be assigning one of them each of you for a period of two weeks. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mrs Walker," they chorused.
"I'm going to assign them based on the number that you have next to you on the roll so be assured that this selection process wasn't bias at all and it doesn't show any favouritism," she explained.
"So first, Kelly Budew, you're with Stephen Aradon." A nerdy looking guy walked in and Mrs Walker pointed to the seat next to Kelly.
"Fran Davies with Grayson Donavon. Monique Edger and James Griffith."
Nudge gave Max an excited kick underneath the tables.
"I got that cute kid!" Nudge whispered really loudly behind her shoulder.
Max took this opportunity to examine him. Coppery hair and freckles as mentioned before by Nudge. 'Blue eyes,' she noted, 'A common genetic defect.' Tall and wiry, he didn't look like that much of an asshole so she let him slide. But looks weren't everything, she warned herself.
"Maxine Janssen and Nicholas Martinez." Max looked up casually to see who her partner was and jolted. She had to be paired with emo boy?!
Okay, that's the end of the first chapter. Follow, fave or review if you like it or just feel like it. Expect an update… in who knows when.