Chapter 2
Fang's POV
English was probably the most boring thing that could have been my first period class. I mean, seriously, who wants to learn about grammar when they are still too tired to even pick out their own outfits? (and by the way that everyone outside of Alice's influence was dressed, I can tell that they didn't have nearly enough time to think over their wardrobe, let alone look at what they'd grabbed from the clothes pile.)
The teacher, a very chubby, overly cheerful blonde woman whose name I didn't bother to catch was walking around the room handing out copies of the class' newest reading assignment. I studied the cover and decided in one glance that I wasn't going to bother reading this. I know, I know, don't judge a book by it's cover. But this book just looked so boring. From the groans of the rest of the male students, I also decided that this was going to be a chick book.
Nessie smiled at Jacob from the desk on the other side of me. Yup, you got that right. I was stuck in the middle of these two lovebirds. I was just glad that Renesme had the good sense not to wear her engagement ring to school. I mean, she's supposed to be a freshman after all. How many freshmen do you know that have a rock as big as hers? Probably none.
I just hoped that Max was having a better time with Iggy and Nudge. Ah, Max. I don't know why, but I can't seem to get her out of my mind. It's like she's summoning me or something. I mean, we've always been able to read each other's expressions but this was different.
Ever since Nessie bit me, it felt like Max and I were almost thinking to each other. It didn't feel like when Edward or Angel was in my mind though; it felt like I could sense her. And right now, she felt uncomfortable, nauseated even. 'Was she sick?' I thought with dread. Us birdkids never get sick.
My mind was reeling and before I knew what I was doing, I ran out of the classroom, grabbing the bathroom pass at the last second. Hopefully, Jacob or Renesme or, worse, the teacher didn't come looking for me. I would be horribly mortified if Max was fine and I was just imagining all of this.
Just then, I saw a black petite girl standing over Max. I closed the distance quickly and realized the other girl was Nudge. Max looked pale, her hands gripping her skull in a motion that I knew had something to do with the Voice. Why couldn't that stalker leave my Max alone. We'd already destroyed The School; what more did they want?
I sat next to Max on the bench and started rubbing soothing circles on her back to try and relax her. It seemed to work and after a minute, she seemed to be coming back to. Her eyes darted around the empty hallway and she stiffened when she felt my hand still on her back. She turned her face warily towards me and half-smiled when she noticed it was me. She still looked upset and I could FEEL her pain from the last brain attack. I smiled, full force grin, and she instantly perked up.
"Do you still need me?" Nudge asked, biting her lip at our semi-intimate moment. "'Cause I mean, Iggy is still in Biology and Ms. Bennett is probably worried and I think that I might be interrupting something, you know? So I think I'll just go back to class. Make sure she's better Fang 'cause we all know how stubborn Max is…" She covered her mouth, embarrassed that she had talked bad about our leader.
Max just nodded and shooed her away. When it was just the two of us, I asked, "anything good on?" and tapped the side of her temple. I winced slightly when I FELT the tiny pain that it caused her.
"Not a whole lot." Max admitted. "It didn't make any sense. The Voice just said 'The Volturi are coming.' and then sent me a bunch of pictures of us at prom, a postcard of Italy, the field that the Cullens play baseball at but it was dark and overcast and not at all like when we play, the pack all standing around a human girl that I couldn't identify because the picture changed too fast, and then these creepy dark cloaked men walking towards Angel who didn't seem at all scared."
I blinked, shocked. It was the Fang equivalent of my jaw dropping to the ground and my eyes bulging out of my head. "Wow. That didn't make any sense. Do you think the Cullens know what any of it means? And what about the Macaroni coming? Any idea what that means?"
"The Volturi." Max corrected hoarsely and I could FEEL her anxiety and fear.
"Do you feel that?" I asked, barely above a whisper. I was sure that she was going to think that I was crazy. Maybe I was. All I knew was that Max was afraid of some stupid word that neither of us understood.
"Feel what?" She asked back, her eyes giving away nothing. Maybe I was crazy after all; not that I was going to let my girlfriend, best friend, and complete other half know that.
"Nothing." I lied. If Max had been feeling less worried, she would have caught me in my lie, but her mind was elsewhere. The bell rang right then and we were both pulled from our thoughts. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, careful that no one had seen us. The thing Max hated most was PDA and although I didn't agree with her on that one, I respected her decision. I couldn't help but feel jealous that I couldn't claim her with a more intimate kiss in public so all the guys could see that she was mine. Oh well, off to class...