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The Game Off of the Field 2

-Max

Looking over back at my side of the room, I smiled with satisfaction. It took about two hours to get everything perfect, but I have to say, my room looked pretty damn good.

My grey and sky blue comforter lay across my bed with the Roxy logo in big bold letters on the middle of it (Roxy was my favorite). Pilling high were silver and blue pillows, matching the same shade as the soft Roxy sheets that I'd picked out. On my walls I hung pictures of the small amount of friends that I'd managed to make at my last school. I was in the middle of one of the pictures, smiling so brightly as Sam, my ex-boyfriend, was giving me a kiss, and Ella, my best friend, was giving me a tight hug.

It was at my last birthday.

I sighed and looked away back at the rest of my room. Don't go there, Max, you don't have to think about them. It wasn't your fault what happened . . .

I shuddered. But it was my fault, what happened at my last school.

It was always my fault.

-Fang

"Yo, Fang, where's the fire?" Iggy sauntered over to me during lunch time, carrying a heavy tray of fries, two hamburgers, a slurpee, chips, and a chocolate chip cookie on it.

I gave him one of those withering looks, and shook my head. "Nothing, I just need to get outa here before Nudge finds me." I was on my way to the school library, an apple and a jug of milk in tow. I needed a chance to catch up on some homework, anyways.

Iggy's pale blue eyes lit up at the mention of Nudge's name. "Why are you running from Nudge?" Terror plastered all over his paper white face. "Oh, man, it's not that time of the month again for her, is it?"

I cracked a half smile. "No, you jackass. She's getting a new roommate today and she won't shut up about it. She's driving me crazy."

"And I'm gonna drive you just a little more crazy," Nudge said, coming up from behind Iggy to loop her tiny arm around his waist. Iggy's face flushed.

Smirking, I started walking backwards out the door of the cafeteria. "Sorry, guys, I gotta go to the library to do some homework, but–"

"Fang! Watch out!" Nudge cried, but it was too late.

Me being the idiot I am, I'd walked right into a girl coming up from behind me spilled my milk all over her.

Uhm, oopsie.

-Max

"I love you, honey," Mom whimpered as she tried to hold herself together. She placed a small kiss on my forehead and I ignored the urge to wipe it away. That would be mean. "Behave, you hear me? You're running out of chances Max. And this is one of your last chances, here at this school."

"Yeah, okay," I'd gotten the speech about a million times already, some even with Dad on the phone. "I guess I'll try."

Mom raised her eyebrows at me. "You better do more than just try, Max."

Wow, no pressure, right? Sarcasm, people, sarcasm . . .

We stood there in my dorm room for a minute longer, her just hugging me and smoothing down my hair until my stomach growled, hungry from not eating anything today yet. Mom laughed. "Go downstairs to the cafeteria and get something to eat, okay? I set up your lunch account already so all you have to do is put in your pin number whenever you want to buy something." She gave me one last kiss on the cheek and then whispered in my ear. "I heard that they're selling chocolate chip cookies in the cafeteria."

Before she could say another word, I was out the door, looking for the cafeteria. She knew that chocolate chip cookies were my favorite. But I doubted that the school could make cookies better than my moms' home-made ones. They were like pure heaven in every bite . . . ahh, I would miss that.

It turns out that the whole boarding school was just one big giant building, made up of about six levels to it. The first level on the bottom was the main floor, where students had there classes and everything. It was set up just like a regular high school. The second floor was where the swimming pool was, the cafeteria, and the library. The third and fourth floors were the boys' dorm rooms and the fifth and sixth floors were for the girls dorms – and of coarse I was on the sixth floor.

So, as you can imagine I was flying through the stairwells, running down each floor with ease. When I came into view of the cafeteria, I smiled and rushed in – only to have milk thrown into my hair and face.

I stood there for a second, analyzing that situation. I'd ran into a tall dark boy who was walking backwards and was holding a jug of milk. He turned around and I was staring into the most incredible dark brown eyes I'd ever seen. The boy looked up through his silky almost-black hair, his mouth hanging slightly ajar.

Okay, I don't care how freaking hot this guy was; no one throws milk on Maximum Ride.

"What the hell?" I sputter.

His eyes widen. "I'm sorry! I didn't even–"

"See me standing here? Yeah, that's what happens when you walk backwards, you asshole." I heard some of his friends snickering behind him and I looked over to see a really tall blonde haired skinny dude, holding onto a mocha colors girl with shining eyes. She was holding onto him, smiling.

My attention was drawn back to the boy that I'd run into. "Look, I didn't mean to get milk all over you, I'm sorry, okay? Why don't you let me help you get cleaned up?" He offered.

"You're not gonna want to help me after I do this." I told him honestly and then slapped him in the face.

That's when thing kinda went down hill from there.

But hey, maybe I'd be leaving this school earlier than I thought.

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