Here I am again!! Chappy two of "The Flock Goes Back To School: Marching Band"!!
Rated: 'T' for language, Fax, and Eggyness. Yeahh. That's what I'ma call it.
Summery: After Max, Iggy, and Fang get out of Algebra I, they go to Study Hall with Ella and another Red-Haird Wonder. What will Max do when she tried to flirt with her Fang? Fax. Eggy.
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Me: I just wanted to give a special thanks to my reviewers!!
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Me: Yeah. =) I feel so special!!
Fang: You are special.... (Remember this is Clone Fang!! Hence the 'C' on the -- eh, you get it)
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Me: ...jerk. Anyhoo, thank you reviewers!! Love ya!!
Fang: Uh-huh. Can I go?
Me: No. You have to star in this less awesome...or maybe more awesome...chapter!!
Fang: -walks away muttering to himself-
Me: And for future and past references, I'm sorry that I suck and made people OOC-ish. Iggy? Since Fang went away muttering to himself...
Iggy: FangsTrashcanOfDoom doesn't own Maximum Ride or anything else featured in this story. Can I go now?
Me: Yes, you may go. Have fun making out with Ella!!
Iggy: I HATE YOU!
Me: =)
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Chapter Two: Stay Away From Fnick, Bitch.
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After a very difficult -- and probably unnessesary -- Algebra I, Iggy, Fang and I went to study hall. And you wont believe who we saw!
Ella!!
"You guys have the same Study Hall as me!? That's so cool!" I swear she was looking at Iggy.
"Yeah. Now we know a total of three people in study hall," Iggy muttered.
"You'll meet new people! I have a whole bunch of friends that you guys can hang out with! They're all so cool! You'll love them! I'll introduce you at lunch, okay?"
"Okay," I said.
We sat down at a table and talked and studied algebra -- since it was the only subject that we'd had that day -- when some red haired chick came over and sat next to Fang. He didn't look up.
"Hello," She said.
"Hey," He said, trying to figure out question number nine.
"Are you getting along okay?" She asked.
"Yes," He replied absentmindedly.
"Do you need any help getting to your classes?"
"We're fine! Thanks," I chimed in. Fang looked up and stared at me and mouthed, Her hair is red. I frowned.
"I'm Alyssa." She stuck her hand out at Fang. He looked at it and shook it.
"Nick."
"I like that name."
"That's cool," He said.
"This Friday, a bunch of my friends are going to see a movie. Do you want to go?"
"No, thanks," He said. "I'm busy."
"What a shame. Well, maybe some other time." Alyssa smiled.
"Sure."
"Really?" She looked hopeful. She better not have a chance. Her and her damn red hair. That jerk.
"I don't know," He said honestly.
"Alyssa?" Ella chimed in, sensing my anger.
"Ella," Alyssa didn't seem like she liked Ella that much. Well, if she didn't back off both of them, she was going to get some Max-ness.
"He has a girlfriend."
Alyssa stared at Ella. "How do you know? It can't be you."
"No, it's not me. My sister."
Alyssa continued to stare. "I didn't know you had a sister. She as ugly as you?"
I stood up.
Alyssa turned and looked at me, along with a lot of other people in the room. Luckily, the teacher had left to do God-knows-what.
"You got a problem with me?" She asked, thinking she was all big and bad. Well she can bring it on. I can kick her butt any day.
"Yeah, I do."
Fang stood up. "Max," he whispered.
"Max? Isn't that a guy name?"
Fang turned around slowly, scarily. "What?"
Alyssa seemed taken aback. "I--uh--"
He continued to stare at him. "Let me tell you something, I wont go to the movies with you and your friends. Not this weekend, next weekend, or ever. I wont do anything with you. Ever. You don't diss Max, or Ella, or Jeff, or any of my other friends or family."
She stared at him, then at me, then at Iggy and Ella. "Fine. You guys are all weirdos anyway. I wouldn't want to date you, or you." She pointed at Fang and Iggy.
"Yeah, right," I said. "If he wasn't so effing scary, you would stick to him."
Fang grinned.
"Well, it's not like he likes you."
"He doesn't? Oh. Well, then, why is he dating me instead of you?"
Alyssa's eyes went wide. "You're Ella's sister?"
"Yeah, and if you mess with my friends and family again, I'll mess up your face," I threatened.
"I don't want anything to do with your friends. Or your stupid family."
Anger boiled inside of me, and I motioned for Fang to sit down. He sat down reluctently.
I heard Mr. Banner coming down the hallway and back to the classroom.
I lay down on the tile floor and screamed when he came in the room. Fang turned in alarm.
"Max? Are you okay?" Mr. Banner said.
I sat up and sniffed. "Yeah. I was just sitting here, minding my own business when she came over, trying to pick a fight."
"What?!" Alyssa exclaimed. "I did not!"
"What? Do you think I just lay down on the floor and screamed?"
"Yes!"
I sniffed again and wiped away fake tears. "I can't believe you think that I would do that!"
Mr. Banner looked at Alyssa sternly. "I will have to call your father, Alyssa," He told her.
"But I didn't do anything!" She argued.
"Picking a fight and lying to a teacher? Detention!" Mr. Banner said.
And that's when the principal came in.
As it turns out, the lady in the office was the secretary. And it was also his wifte.
The principal was a young man -- late 30's early 40's -- with salt-and-pepper hair. He was wearing a light green dress shirt and a dark green tie. He was dressed nicely and casually. It was cool looking.
"Maximum?" He called. Wow. The first principal or head of something that got my name right the first time. "Could I speak to you?"
"May I bring my friends?" I asked. Why was I being so formal and nice? It was creeping me out.
He looked at my friends, sitting around the table and said, "Yes, I suppose."
We got up ad walked with the principal to his office. "Um, did we do something?" I asked, just because that's my first instinct. That I was getting into trouble.
"No," He said with a chuckle. We walked into his office and sat down at the schmancy chairs. "My name is Mr. Bruner. I'm the principal here at the high school."
"Yeah, I figured." I muttered.
"I got a call from the elementary school, about your siblings. Tiffany-Krystal, Joshua and Jenifer?" He said that as a question, as if he weren't sure that those were the right name or the right family.
"Yeah," I confirmed.
"Well, you see," Mr. Bruner said, "They were caught on the playground with something other than what the teacher gave them. When the teacher went over to confinscate it for outside objects, they ran away. But right before they did, she saw that it was a bomb."
I couldn't believe it! I took away his bomb materials! And Mom had to've patted him down before they left! How do they do this?!
"I'm sure it was just a stink bomb or something," I said. I don't know if I was convincing myself or him, but it sounded more like I was trying to convince me.
"Stink bomb or not, it is against school policy to bring explosives to school!"
I looked at Ella, Fang, and Iggy. Iggy looked impressed, Ella looked confused (I don't think she knows about Iggy and Gazzy's bomb talents yet), and Fang just looked . . . blank. As per usual.
"I'll talk to them about it, sir," I said. And I would, too. I would kill them. And it wont be a quick death either. No fast, unpainful death. It's gonna be --
"Well, I sure do hope so. I will also call your mother and let her know what's going on."
I nodded.
"Okay, then!" Mr. Bruner rubbed his hands together. "I think that's it. Thank you for talking with me, Maximum. Goodbye."
"'Bye," I said, and walked out of the office and past the wife-secretary.
"Are you having a good first day?" She asked.
"Uhh, yeah. Great," I muttered and walked all the way out of the office.
Fang came up behind me and put an arm around my waist. "We don't have to go back . . . do we?" He whispered.
"Yes," I whispered back, and looked and Iggy and Ella. They were whispering like we were, and laughing quietly.
"They wont notice."
"Our teachers will," I replied. "We need to get their signatures."
Fang started to pout. "Tomorrow can we ditch?"
"No," I said. "I don't like this very much either, but we could at least try for my mom."
He sighed. "But I want to be with you. We haven't been alone in forever." He said.
It was true. We haven't really been alone since . . . well since the desert, really.
"I know, but we can't ditch on our second day of school."
"We can play hookey," he suggested.
"Oh, yeah, that wont seem weird at all."
"Maax," He whined.
"No."
"Baaabyyy"
Woah. Fang must want to be alone. I don't think he's ever called anyone 'baby'.
I sighed. "Can you wait a month before we ditch? We can go out tonight, but we are not ditching until at least a month has gone by," I compromised.
Fang grinned.
"Let's go to lunch," I muttered and we walked toward the cafeteria.
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Sooooo? Wow. That one was long, too! This is just one long story! It just flows out onto my mom's laptop, ha, ha.
Not much Eggyness yet, but I'll try to get some in at lunch ;)
~WiTh LoVe