A/N Hello again, my lovely readers! This is chapter two of To Remember. It's slightly a filler chapter, or at least, it's going to seem like just a filler chapter, but it's actually pretty important. You'll see why later.
Also, when I put up the first chapter earlier this week, I kind of had absolutely no idea where I was going with this story. Buuuut now I have all these tons of ideas, and I'm super excited :DD
Disclaimer (which I just realized I haven't been doing): I am not a guy. I'm definitely of the female gender. Therefore, I can not be James Patterson, and can not own MR (sadly)
Chapter 2: Coincidences and Occurrences
Max sighed as she walked into Schoefield Highschool (home of the Schoefield Sharks!). Cue unnecessary amounts of screaming and cheering. She took a sip of the hot chocolate in her hand and leisurely began making her way to her first period class, Spanish. She still had six minutes before she was officially late to class, and didn't feel the need to hurry any more than she already was. She hated Spanish anyways. Math, on the other hand, she could do any day. Proofs? No problem. Algebraic equations? Easy as pi. (Get it? Pi? Like 3.14… Oh, nevermind.) But conjugating Spanish verbs?
Uhhh… No comprendo?
She chuckled at her own joke, but stopped abruptly and froze as she felt the hair on the back of her neck begin to prickle, as if someone was watching her. Very casually, she turned around, trying to make it seem as if she'd just realized that she'd been going the wrong way. She scanned the crowd discretely, looking for anything suspicious. The first few times she'd felt this, she'd blown it off as just her normal paranoia. Now, she wasn't so sure.
"Subject A.G.E.#0001 has stopped progression towards first period class. Subject A.G.E#0001 has turned around. Subject A.G.E#0001 is waving. Subject A.G.E#0001 is waving to Subject A.G.E#0004. Subject A.G.E#0001 seems to be friends with Subject A.G.E#0004. Subject-
"Please, you don't have to report every last detail on the subjects."
"Sorry sir."
"Report anything that is important."
"Yes sir."
"Max! Max Max Max, guess what!"
"Hello to you too, Nudge."
"Oh, sorry. Hi Max. Guess what!"
Max shook her head and laughed, her earlier fears forgotten for the time being. "Chicken butt?" She guessed.
"Uh, no. That's gross. But look at this!" Nudge handed her a piece of paper folded into the shape of a heart. Max's eyes widened as she took it from Nudge.
"Another one? That's the third one this week!"
Nudge practically wiggled with excitement. "I know! Read it!"
Max smiled and carefully unfolded the piece of paper. "Oooh, your secret admirer is a poet? That, my friend, qualifies as romantic. And extremely cheesy."
Nudge rolled her eyes. "Just read it already!"
Max cleared her throat. "Ahem. 'My dearest Monique.' Dearest? The eighteen hundred's called, they-"
"Shut up! I think it's sweet."
"Of course you do. It's your secret admirer. Now, where was I? Oh. 'My dearest Monique.
What is love?
Love is your smile
Lighting up a cloudy day.
Love is your eyes
Sparkling while you laugh.
Love is your patience
For those not as brilliant as you.
You are love.'"
Max wiped fake tears away. "Awww. That's so sweet. Although I really hope he doesn't try to be a poet professionally."
Nudge glared at her. "Max! Don't be mean. But look at this part! I think he left a clue."
"Where? Nudge, I don't see- ouch! Hey, watch where you're going!" Max looked up to see a dark haired guy looking down at her. He had a single eyebrow raised, as if to say, "You were the one not watching where you were going, smart one." He bent down and began picking up the folders and papers that had gone flying when she rammed into him.
"You don't have to do that. I can pick those up." Max said, suddenly feeling bad. She had, after all, banged into him, and here he was picking up her stuff for her. He looked up at her with a half-smirk before handing her the things she'd dropped, all carefully organized. Then he got up and just… walked away.
Max turned to Nudge, her expression showing pure bafflement. "What…What just happened?"
Nudge shook her head slowly. "I don't know, but he was hot."
"Um, sir, would it qualify as important if, say, Subject A.G.E#0001 ran into Subject A.G.E#0002? Literally?"
"Wait, what? Already? Yes, that would qualify as important! I'm coming down there."
"Alright, everyone hush! I know this is the last period of the day and you are all excited for the weekend, but give me a few minutes to take roll and give you your next assignment!" Mr. Smith looked over his reading glasses, giving the students a look that made them all stop talking almost immediately.
"Logan Allen."
"Oh, um, here."
"Mackenzie Asher."
"Present!"
"Toni Blake…"
And so on. Fang tuned him out after a while, scanning the classroom for a familiar face. A face surrounded by sun-streaked dirty blonde hair, to be exact. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but ever since this morning, when she'd snapped at him for running into her (which he hadn't, that whole incident had been her fault), Fang hadn't been able to get her out of his mind.
"Alexander Ektoras. …Alex? Is Alex here?"
Fang jumped, realizing that that was his name being called. He raised his hand until Mr. Smith saw it, and then resumed his search. He hadn't had any classes with her so far, and was starting to worry that maybe she was in a different grade than him. But no, there was her friend over there in the corner, the pretty one with the curly brown hair. What had the girl called her? Nudge?
He'd just about given up hope of ever seeing her again, when the door suddenly flew open, and in walked the girl with the sun-streaked hair. Her face was flushed, as if she'd been running, and she was holding a slip of paper high in the air.
If looks could kill, she'd be pushing up daisies by now. Mr. Smith was giving her the iciest glare Fang had ever seen. The girl didn't even flinch though, just stared back at him defiantly.
Mr. Smith sighed. "Maxine Rivera. You're late. Again."
"It's just Max. Which I've told you before." Fang filed that into his memory. Max. It sounded like it would be a boy's name, but it was perfect for her. "And no, I'm not late. I've got a pass." Now she was glaring. Fang wondered for a moment if she practiced that expression in the mirror, or if it was just natural. She looked downright scary.
Mr. Smith shook his head. "You've got a pass this time. But that doesn't account for the last six times you've been late, now does it?"
Max shrugged. "All of those have perfectly good explanations. Just… give me a minute to come up with them."
"Well, since you're late, you'll have to take the only empty seat left, over by Mr. Ektoras. Alex, raise your hand for Ms. Rivera."
Fang raised his hand, watching as a grin slowly broke out across Max's face as she recognized him. She sauntered over and gracefully dropped into her seat (note the sarcasm). "Hey, you're the guy who tried to tackle me this morning!"
His eyebrows rose, and without even thinking, he pulled out a piece of paper. 'I'm pretty sure you were the one doing the tackling,' he wrote.
She smirked. "That's not the way I remember it, but okay."
'There's a name for your condition, you know.'
Now she seemed confused. "My condition?"
'Short-term memory loss.'
Her jaw dropped, but she looked like she was trying not to laugh. "If I have any sort of head problems, it's from you trying to knock me out this morning!"
'Or maybe your mother just dropped you on your head too many times.'
"Alex and Maxine! Since neither of you can manage to pay attention, you two will be partnering up for the next assignment. I've already given the instructions, and it's worth two test grades, so it would be in your best interest to get the directions from another classmate."
"It's just Max," she said, and then smiled sweetly. Fang couldn't decide which was scarier; her too-innocent smile, or her glare.
He decided that he'd just rather not be on the receiving end of either of them.
A/NOkay! I have a slight challenge for you guys: Anyone who can correctly tell me what Subject A.G.E#0001 stands for will get a shout out in the next chapter! If you guys can't figure it out, that's okay, because it will be revealed in a later chapter anyways.
Also, I'm going to start recommending some of my favorite Fanfiction stories, and I would like it very much if you guys could tell me some of your favorites too. I've kind of run out of things to read at the moment, no one will update :/
So, my rec for today is my all time favorite Fanfiction story: Diary of a Lovesick Mutant by Phoenix Fanatic
Also, if you guys have any constructive criticism or ideas for my story, those are always loved! This is my first chapter Fanfic, so I'll take all the help I can get :)
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