Well, since I've only been updating We Found Love lately, I decided to work on this group again. Yay! I'll just remind ya'll that this chapter isn't exactly romance, but more of... following orders? Maybe. Just read it. Day 2!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride nor will I ever own it anyway.
Day 2: Basketball
Maybe he was right. Maybe I should go a little bit easier on him. But still, you gotta admit toying with humans is pretty fun.
"God darn it!" the guy on the other team yelled, punching the gate that surrounded us as our team yet again made another goal. Yippee.
"Nice one, Fang," Iggy said, fist bumping me.
"Yeah! That was super cool!" Gazzy exclaimed in admiration.
"It was only a dunk, nothing much," I said, shrugging off another brilliant performance, if I must say so myself.
"Well, yeah, but we're beating those suckers to the ground!" Gazzy cackled, pointing to the score board.
It was true, I guess. Our team of three was winning with a lead of 67-06.
It wasn't their fault either. They weren't exactly mutant freaks made to be stronger, faster, and nimbler than any human out there. Nor did they exactly have wings either. Can't forget those.
It was nice to feel it though. The joy of winning, I mean. Who doesn't? Sure it didn't feel as good as beating Max in hand-to-hand combat, but it was nice to know that us three combined was stronger than this team of people that had been playing this sport since forever. Eh, maybe it's a guy thing.
"Three more minutes!" the referee yelled.
Us three smiled. We definitely would win.
Now, you might ask. How did this happen? Why were we doing this? Of course, you might have guessed we were playing basketball. To be more exact, street basketball. But why were we doing this? That's a different game to play.
It started about two hours ago, on a hot summer day with spilled lemonade and a group of players.
Flashback
"It's hottt…" Gazzy moaned, chewing the straw on his still-full cup of lemonade that I had bought for him.
"Yeah," Iggy agreed, "This is worse than that time we were in the desert."
"Iggy, we are in the desert, remember?" I reminded him, wiping off the sweat on my forehead with my shirt.
Where was the rest of the Flock? Out shopping. We had landed in Phoenix, Arizona, and Ella decided to take all the girls onto a shopping spree. Max, of course, only agreed after much pleading and hints about there being guys that would hit on them and nobody would be there to protect them.
Then it happened all at once. A small bump, a tip, and before I knew it Gazzy's lemonade was spreading through the shirt of some really angry dude. Great. Just what I needed.
"Hey, idiot!" he shouted, rage building in his voice. "Look what you did to my new shirt!"
He pushed Gazzy roughly, who landed in Iggy's waiting arms as if on cue.
"Is he your brother?" he now yelled at Iggy. "You better watch him!"
"He's mine," I said coolly, stepping in front of them.
"Yeah? Well that little twerp just spilled his drink all over me! He'd better apologize!"
"I think it is you who should be apologizing. You were in fact the person who bumped into him first, if I recall correctly."
"So? I'm the one who got soaked, he's the one who didn't."
"I could care less on who's sweatier, thank you very much," I said, turning my voice into ice cold shards.
"Fine. How's this?" the dude pointed at me, giving us a triumphant smile. "Play us a match of basketball. Whoever loses apologizes. Deal?"
"Sure. Don't be backing out when we beat you," Iggy said, barging into the conversation.
"You took the words right out of my mouth, loser," the guy said.
Jeez. Kids these days.
Fifteen minutes later…
"So that's it. Ya'll three have to go up against us seven. Ready to give up before you make a fool out of yourself?" the guy, apparently named Sam, said, his mouth curved in an smirk that said 'we're-going-to-win.'
Gosh, I wish people would stop being so pretentious all the time.
"Nah, I'd rather see your faces turned to despair," I said calmly, turning away. "Don't forget our deal."
"Course. And of course, you can have the ball since you're going to lose anyway."
"Whatever."
We took our spots and Iggy whispered to me, "Don't go too hard on them now, they're not us."
I smirked. "Don't worry, I'll just jog a little."
The referee whistled, and I grabbed the ball and tossed it to Iggy who shot it into the hoop from more than halfway across the court. They didn't know what hit them.
"Wha-" I heard one of the guys say, not believing what he was seeing.
I smirked. They found the wrong group to pick on.
End Flashback
So, yeah. That's how we got into this situation.
I wiped my head off with my shirt and looked at the crowd of gathering passerby who had stopped to watch the match.
'Weren't those punks the national champions in basketball? I guess they really aren't that good after all..."
'Who are those three? They're like pros.'
'That one is kinda hot...'
'I guess they were just all talk and no bark, you know?'
Whispers moved their way through the crowd as fast as lightning and one of the guys roared.
"SHUT UP!" he yelled, silencing the crowd.
"We're going to win this thing, or else there goes our rep," he growled to his pack, while cracking his knuckles. They cheered and got up from the benches and back onto the court.
I sighed. Regular people. Sometimes they're just so pretentious, you know?
However, right before I could completely destroy him and his lackeys apart, I heard someone over the crowd, yelling, "Out of my way, twerps!"
Snap. Who in the world made her this mad? That idiot must be already butchered and sold on the black market, given the low growl in her throat.
I gulped, and turned to face a very angry looking Max, storming her way into the court.
"FANG!" she roared.
"Yes?" I said, not daring to look at anything else.
"WE'RE LEAVING," she ordered, "NOW." She turned to Gazzy and Iggy, and they dropped the ball and stood at attention. "AND THAT GOES TO YOU TWO AS WELL. Now shove off."
We immediately followed her orders, and the guy called out to us.
"Hey wait, you punks," he said, "We're not done with you yet."
"Who are they?" Max asked me.
"Some rich brats trying to act cool."
"What he do?"
"Yell at the Gasman for spilling his lemonade on him."
"Did you scrape the floor with them?"
"More like pounded them into a pulp!" Gazzy cackled, giving Iggy a high five.
"Good boys," she said, satisfied, ruffling Gazzy's hair.
"Listen when I'm talking to you!" the dude shouted, grabbing Gazzy and throwing him aside.
Darn it. Just when we had her calm again.
"What..." Max started, turning around, an aura of 'I'm-gonna-kill-this-dude' around her, "did you just do?"
"I pushed him."
"Why?"
"Cuz he was in the way."
She stayed quiet for a moment. Then, to my surprise, she walked over to Gazzy, and helped him get up.
"C'mon guys, he's not worth the effort," she said, walking to the gate. We followed her, trailing after her like dogs.
"You're just gonna leave me here?" the dude said, now grabbing Max's shoulder. "I'll count that as a surrender, then, freaks."
Just like that, Max cracked.
She put down Gazzy, cracked her neck, and sent the dude flying with one roundhouse kick. Not too hard, since she was wearing jeans.
Just for good measure, she walked over to him, picked him up by his collar, and punched him. Hard. Also knocking his lights out. Ahh, I bet that felt good.
"Hmph. All bark and no bite," she said, walking back to us and taking Gazzy hand again.
With that, we exited the scene, leaving the dude with his followers and a group of awed, and partially freaked out onlookers.
What can I say? We aren't your normal bunch.
Sooo, yeah. Done! Well, I'm gonna cut this little endnote short since I'ma gonna go work on We Found Love, since I said I would update it asap. So R&R! :)
