Here's the second chapter! Thanks you, Hannah, for being the first reviewer EVER. That makes you all the more awesome.
Okay, so I decided that I am going to be following the plot line, in the beginning only, of book 2.
Oh yea, and that's the only book I have right now, so if some things are incorrect, really really sorry!
Disclaimer: Me? Own this? Nah.
Max POV
I liked my room. It was extremely quiet. The sound of screaming, snoring, and talking bird kids was missing. That was also sort of a bad thing. It has been 6 days since I got here, I was getting completely paranoid that something had happened to them, and that meant I was really jumpy. When am I not, though?
Looking at my schedule, I was glad that Jeb had gotten me into some of the more advanced classes, because frankly I wasn't in the mood to learn how to flip someone again. I said not in the mood to learn, but I was fine with actually flipping someone. Something to take my mind of the flock, you know? And plus, its fun.
Which was why I challenged Bex soon as we walked into P.E, or whatever they called it here.
I'm sorry! But I couldn't help the challenge. Not that anyone was challenging me, I just… I just felt like it. Yep, that's me. I do what I feel, and no one can stop me! Sarcasm.
Everyone had started placed their bets on why I had a death wish and Bex had warned me, sort of shaking her head at my naivety, and I had just laughed it off. Now, Bex was lying on the floor, the breath knocked out of her, staring in shock- along with all the other girls that were watching.
"What in the…" She trailed off, muttering, and picked herself off the ground. It didn't matter that she muttered, with my hearing, I still heard her. I always imagined what a bunch of swear words sounded like when they were said in a British accent. Now I know.
"Good fight," I said, trying to make everyone blink, feeling slightly self conscious of all the staring. Of course, only slightly. Why should I be ashamed for taking down the best-in-year? Oh yea, because I was supposed to be acting like a normal person. In a way, I was already a spy. Cool.
"How did you do that?" Asked one girl, whose name started with a T.
"Do what?" I said.
"It was like…" She shook her head.
"Hm," I said, and then continued on with my day.
As you could probably tell, that little event did not go without notice. Soon, everyone was looking at me out of the corner of their eye, and I was seriously regretting the little performance.
"Hey Max?" It was a girl named… Um. No, not Um, I just can't remember! Gosh.
"Hi," I said, kept on walking, and she walked next to me.
"Is it true that you totally threw Bex across the room because she insulted your hair?" Well, she was frank.
"No!" Like I cared about my hair. Sheesh. "You need to stop listening to rumors."
"I doubted that too. I mean, your hair looks great, and Bex isn't that rude. But what did happen?"
"Um-"
"Max! C'mon, tell me! You know, we were all wondering about you, and how you even got into this school. Some people said that your uncle was part of MI6, but others were like 'no way,' so everyone started thinking you were some secret agent from Switzerland, who is here to look for a rouge who escaped here, and became a teacher, and everyone started believing it, because Mr. Mosckowits started looking at you funny." So that was why he scowled whenever he looked at me! I wondered what his problem was… "But, I said that that was incredibly stupid- you're too young to be an agent! And as if Mr. Mosckowits has ever done anything to upset Switzerland in his life. So then, Tina started telling everyone that you-"I stopped in my tracks and clamped my hand over her mouth. Jeez, she was as bad as Nudge.
"Who would even think that?" I wondered out loud. I mean me? Spy from Switzerland? I wasn't that organized.
"Um, we all were thinking it at one time, but you know-"
"Shhh! Why didn't you just ask me where I am from?" This question was so obvious, and I could see her reaction from the 'Duh!' moment spread across her face. It was pretty funny.
"So where are you from?" I rolled my eyes.
"Arizona."
"No, really. And where did you learn how to flip Bex?" Well, as if I was going to tell her that I knew all these moves from fighting Erasers three times my size.
"I took karate." She looked at me with an are-you-serious expression. I laughed, and walked off.
"Max! Stop doing that!" I stopped again, and sighed, breathing deeply.
"What?"
"Running away! So, did you really throw Bex across the room?"
"No, not that far," Then I walked away again, leaving her staring after me. Of course she came after me.
"I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Evelia Alvarez. You can call me Ev. Or Eve. Or Eva. Whatever you prefer." I chuckled, but was glad she had dropped the subject.
"I'm Max Ride." We shook hands, and then walked off to lunch together, and I sort of got used to her. She wasn't so bad.
So I got a new friend, and learned that everyone thought that I was some spy from Switzerland. You win some, you lose some. Actually, if I was a spy, that would be pretty awesome. So, bonus!
Down the table, I could see Cammie and Co. I like that name, Cammie and Co. Anyways. Cammie and Co (Hehe) had all been acting very oddly recently; and I'm sure its not just about me. Strange.
"So, who do you room with?" Ev asked conversationally. I shrugged.
"No one. Got a room all to myself," She stared at me. "What?" Was it that rare?
"Lucky," said one of Ev's friends, Katy, who exchanged a look with Ev's other friend, JJ. I liked JJ. She was cool.
"Um," how was I supposed to respond to that? That's me. Lucky Max. Or, Well, when you have wings, the sky is the limit. Not even then. Ha-ha, flying metaphor. Or whatever it would be called.
"Forget about it," Ev said, and she continued eating her salad- of which I had gotten twice as much. The food here was really top notch. Like yum.
"I share with five other people, including Kat and JJ," Ev informed me, rolling her eyes, and I gave her a sympathetic look. As sympathetic as I could manage, being me.
"And I have to share with Ev. Ugh," Katy said sarcastically, and Ev elbowed her while Katy smirked. I chuckled, and stopped talking because food was entering my mouth.
"Do you like having your own room?" Kat asked. I shrugged, still eating. "I think I would be too lonely," Exactly how I feel without the flock. But I'll deal. "Maybe I can arrange for you to board in our room. It wouldn't be to har-" I cut her off quickly.
"I am fine with my room, thank you." Kat was just as talkative as Ev. I saw why they were friends.
"Don't scare her off to quickly," JJ warned, and I almost burst out laughing. Me? Be scared by them? Didn't it usually work like this; See Max. Run screaming. And aren't they were the ones who thought I was a Swiss spy?
Heh, guess protocols have changed since I was last in contact with people. Or maybe these girls were just too isolated from the real world to realize that there is a possibility that the girl sitting next to you is an Avian American, created by a bunch of wack-job scientists. Hey that's an appropriate name. I am going to call the white coats Wack-Jobs from now on.
That night I decided that taking out my anxiety by beating people up was probably not advisable to do every time I'm nervous. But hey, how should I know? I'm no psychologist. Well, anyways, I wanted to sneak out to visit the flock. About time. Before I left, we made plans on them crashing nearby, and mom arranged it so that they could like on the edge of that extremely small town without getting noticed. And I found a way out; Ev told me theres a passage out of school that would drop you right in the middle of Roseville. She showed me it, in the Hall of History, and I was confident that I could find it in the dark.
I silently slipped on my boots, and threw on a jacket before creeping out the door. It was around 1 in the morning, and pitch black. My eyesight was pretty good, so I didn't trip on the stairs, but I didn't miss every creak in the floor. Ah well.
When I was almost there, I heard four sets of footsteps padding quietly down the hall. Oh God! If I was caught, I was dead meat. The footsteps stopped, and I backed against the wall, freezing and hoping whoever it was wouldn't see me.
"Got it," that was Bex. So that meant that… were the other three people Cammie and Co? Most likely. I heard a door swing open, and the dark figures were peering around inside the door. Why couldn't they just go in and let me leave!
"They look like..." Yep it was definitely Cammie and Co. "Suites."
"You know what this means?" GO INSIDE THE ROOM! I shouted in my head, willing that I would suddenly develop powers like Angel's. Unluckily, I didn't. There was something muttered that I couldn't hear.
"Yeah,"Bex. Leave! "And we're going to get a rematch." And then they stopped talking, and I hoped that they were going to go back the way they came. What would they do if they saw me? If they reported me, I would tell on them. I'm not above that. But Cammie would get off, because she is the principal's daughter. All I knew for sure was that this was a very bad position to be in. And then I saw one of the girls stiffen, and it became worse.
"Whose there," Bex called. I fought my instinct to just walk away quietly, and stayed put.
"What, Bex?" Liz asked.
"There's someone there. Can't you see them?" I thought I was the only one who could see in this pitch black. You learn something new everyday.
"Hello?" Cam called out. Leeeeeeeeaaaaaave!
"Liz, you got the flashlight?" I heard a fumbling. I was busted. Ah well, it was probably bound to happen any minute. The light flashed against the ceiling, and then focused on me, and I held my hand in front of my face to cover the blinding glare.
"Hello girls," I said calmly, taking a step away from the wall.
"Is that you, Max?" Macey asked.
"Who else?" Well, I bet there was a whole bunch of people they were expecting, and none of them were me.
"What are you doing out at night?"
"Could ask you the same thing. How about you guys leave, and I'll be on my way?" I saw them exchange glances. I missed being able to do that with people. (*Cough* Fang *cough*)
"Were not going anywhere unless you tell us what you're up to," Cam said sternly. I bet they were all thinking that their theory on me being a spy was now confirmed. As if people didn't sneak out all the time. Pfft.
"Well, I'm not telling you." They all walked over to me, and Liz shined her light in my face. "Cut that out!"
"Oopsy daisies," she lowered the flashlight. Hah, Oopsy daisies? "But really, what are you doing out here?"
"What are you doing out here?" Even if I wasn't going to see my flock, I wouldn't have told them that I was sneaking out. Then they would just be suspicious because I knew how to get out in the first place. Sigh.
"We were checking out what was in the east wing," Macey says automatically. "Now tell us where you were going. Fair is fair." Where have I heard that before? I believe my response had been somewhat violent.
"Not telling. I'm going back to bed," I tried to walk off, but Liz caught my arm. What was with these girls? It was none of their business! But even though I couldn've flipped Liz down the hall like a rag doll (not joking, the girl is as small as Gazzy!), I didn't. No need for them to hate me more than they did.
"Where not letting you go, so just tell us," Macey said.
"No."
"Max!" Liz whined, and I rolled my eyes.
"Liz!" I mocked her. "No way, no how. Leave me alone, I'm going to bed."
"Is it really so secret that you can't tell us?" Bex asked.
"Um, its so secret that I had to sneak out in the middle of the night to do it, so I'm going to say yes." I heard Cam puff air out of her cheeks.
"Why were you in the Hall of History?" Liz asked. "Theres nothing down there."
"Yes there is," Cam pointed out. This was totally not on my agenda. "There's a passage that leads out to Roseville. I used it before," She exchanged glances with Macey. Let. Me. Go! I screamed in my head.
"Leave me alone, of course I wasn't trying to get out!
"Yes, you were," Bex said. "You're wearing combat boots. You were planning to get out!" I cursed inside my head. How in the world did that girl have such great eyesight?
"So what if I was?" I hissed indifferently.
"So you are a spy from Switzerland!" Liz said, and Macey wacked her. It would have been funny if there was not the very present possibility that they would inform Ms. Morgan on my attempt to escape.
"Of course I am not!" Was everyone so stupid? "Now let. Me. Go," I filled my whispers with fury, and Liz dropped my arm.
"I still want to know what you were doing out," Macey hissed at me, but I wasn't paying attention to her. What if fate was keeping me from my flock because something bad had happened? What if they had never made it? What if… Oh no, now I'm becoming even more paranoid than when I set out. This sucks. But what if something bad had happened? What if they had had to run off while I was sitting on my butt in the lap of luxury? Oh no…
"Max, you're muttering," Liz informed me. Oh, that's bad.
"Sorry," I hissed, then turned and ran off as loudly as I dared. Ugh. I pushed open my door, and stepped inside, locking it behind me.
Well that was a failure. I sighed, like I've been doing a lot lately, and took off my sweater, letting my wings spread out on my bed. That felt better. A lot better. Imagine having to keep your hands perfectly flat and your fingers smushed tightly together for a whole day. Sure, it doesn't feel like that hard, but you have to keep in mind that this is going on for 18 hours, and you have to concentrate to not make your fingers relax. Not so easy now, is it?
So now I was extremely nervous about the flock, and also wondering if everyone here was so suspicious of me. Probably. But what would happen if this turned into a serious problem? Would I get kicked out? It would probably be a relief, actually. I had spoken to exactly seven people since getting here, unless you counted teachers, which I don't.
So I stared at the ceiling for the longest of times before I realized I was asleep.
But the next morning I realize exactly what Cammie and Co had been referring to when I heard them talk in the dark hall.
I was sitting next to Ev, JJ, and Kat, all eating our waffles, and I was listening to them speaking German and tried to decipher the odd word. And then all of a sudden Ms. Morgan stood up and went toward the podium.
"Excuse me, ladies, but I have an announcement to make." And the doors of the back of the room opened. Everyone's head turned suddenly, looking, and I could hear silverware clatter as a whole bunch of boys walked in. I thought it was the most hilarious thing ever. I was to busy trying to stop from bursting out in uncontrollable laughter to listen to what Ms. Morgan was saying. Something about learning from one another. Puh-lease. Did she not notice the unanimous head turn? I swear, it looks like they've never seen a boy before. Hey, maybe they haven't, who am I to judge? I looked back at Ms. Morgan, trying to stop my smirk.
"…Dr. Steve," an short guy said into the microphone. (And I don't have anything against short people! I am one, after all...)
"Excuse me?" Ms. Morgan asked, seeming stunned. The look on her face...
"Call me Dr. Steve," He punched his fist into the air. This was the most amusing meal I have ever eaten in my life. Well, not the most, but it's up there.
"Of course," she continued. "Dr Steve and his students will be spending the remainder of the semester with us." A whole bunch of girls started whispering. Seriously people? "They will be attending your classes and eating with you at your meals. Ladies, this is a wonderful opportunity, and I hope you will use this time to forge bonds of friendship that you can carry throughout your lives."
"I wouldn't mind being bonded to him," Ev said, looking at a boy at the edge of the group who was leaning on the table. JJ shoved her, and I chortled into my orange juice.
Okay guys, so I know how I said not to count on there being Blackthorne boys, but I think it will be harder for her to get her goal if they are there because, lets face it, we all know they are better spies than Cammie and Co. I like that name. And no offense to Gallagher girls.
I really didn't want to do it, because I thought that the whole plot of book two was rubbish, but I felt I had to.
So sorry if you don't think so.
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