Hey guys! Thank you all for the lovely reviews, favorites, and follows again! As I said last chapter, this chapter would be coming out Wednesday, so here it is, fresh from my mind. Actually, I completely put this off (my excuse is Tumblr), so I started to work on this chapter today at 2:13 PM. Teehee. Anyway, from here on, these chapters will probably alternate POVs at no pattern, so I will at the name of who is talking at the beginning of each chapter, k? So don't let me stall you, here it is, Chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or her companions. I just drool over Fang's hot bod- ignore that.
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Chapter 2
Fang POV
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I guess I had it coming. Actually, I definitely had it coming. In fact, it came at what felt like 70 miles an hour and took me away before I could even say sesquipedalian.
Finally after around 10 seconds of being dragged through the hallway like a dog on a leash, my mysterious captor finally let go off me and I fell to the floor with a "thump."
"What in the worl-" I said in confusion, before realizing that two eyes were glaring holes into me. "Max? What's wrong?"
"You," she said, pointing her finger at me with an accusing look, "You haven't told anybody my secret have you?"
"What, of course not!" I said, raising my hands in defense. "I'm innocent."
"I don't trust you."
"Why are you so riled up anyway?" I questioned, standing back up, brushing dust from my pants.
"Well," she said, a small blush on her cheeks, "I was just checking."
"What-" I said in defeat. "So you just dragged me out of the classroom to say that? I was eating lunch you know!"
"Anyway," she coughed, ignoring my comment, "I came to talk to you about something else, in regard for the student council."
"What is it? There's only so much time I can eat."
"You know Redwood High right?" she asked.
"Who doesn't?" I sighed, "After all, they are the twin school, just for girls."
"Well lately they have apparently been sneaking in. For what reason, I have no clue," she said.
"Have we talked to their student council yet?" I suggested.
"No, they've been busy all week."
"What about our student council?"
"That's what you're here for!" she exclaimed. "So you're coming with me."
Before I could reply, she immediately started dragging me to her next destination.
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"That's it?"
"Yup, that's it."
Our secretary, Iggy, leaned back against his chair, yawning. "Well I vote let's infiltrate their school as payback." And then with a smile, he added, "And bring a camera along with us."
"No," I said, shaking my head while facepalming, "That is NOT what we are doing. I would not like to be labeled as a pervert for your hormones sake." Max shot me a look. I ignored it.
Max cut in. "Sam? What do you think?"
Our treasurer, Sam, fidgeted as he thought. "Well... I think... maybe we can compromise?"
"And how?" she questioned, motioning for him to go on.
"Ummm... we can host a nude photo shoot and-"
"Stop there." She sighed. "Is nobody in this room sane?" She took charge.
"Okay, here's the plan," she said, standing up and slamming her hands against the table jerking everyone awake and making Iggy and Sam's lunch jump. "If we ever see any of these infiltrators, we will catch them, write down their name and grade, and then tell them to not come back."
"You're no fun, Max," Iggy whined, "I think we should stick with my plan."
"NO!" she seethed, slamming her hands again, making everyone jump.
"Stop doing that!" he shouted.
"Stop doing what? Breathing?" she said sarcastically.
"You know! The... hand table thing..." he said, making odd hand motions.
"...I don't think I'll ever be able to understand you," she said, shaking her head in disapproval. "Anyway," she continued, turning her attention back to the table, "that's the plan. If there are no other objections, then at the end of the day, report back to me about anything."
As she finished, the bell rang and Iggy quickly scarfed down the rest of his sandwich and downed his water. "Fine," he mumbled.
"Okay," Sam said with a salute, before packing up his stuff.
I didn't say anything. I would have to sneak some food during 3rd period.
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Max POV
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"So try not to meet your boyfriend here, okay?"
The girl nodded, before walking away, holding her purse dejectedly.
I watched her go off campus, before walking away to the student council room.
'I wonder if Iggy even tried...' I thought to myself, looking down at my watch. It was already November, and it was supposed to be a lot colder, though it didn't feel like it. Maybe a heat wave?
When I reached the room, Fang was there waiting for me.
"What are you doing?" I asked him. My head was throbbing, and I felt like going home and taking a really nice, cold bath. At the time, it felt like a grade A pain, like when you accidentally slam your head into the side of the car while trying to get in.
"Just escorting our president inside," he said, beckoning me to go inside before him.
"Hmph," I mumbled, before striding inside where the rest of the council was waiting for me, Fang following me.
"So, what'd you guys get?" I said. Could we just get this over with?
"I have three people," Iggy said, waving a piece of paper in the air.
"Four in all," Sam said, giving me a slip of paper.
"Nine," Fang said, holding out a sheet. "Though, most of the girls came to me..."
My eyes bugged at Fang. Nine?!
Iggy whistled. "Fang, you player!" He turned to me. "And how many did you get, prez?"
"Six," I mumbled under my breath, snatching all the pieces of paper.
"Well, not all of us can be pretty boys," he sighed. "Well," he said, grabbing his bookbag, "If that's all, then I'll be leaving. I have a hot date with a girl!"
"Probably going to buy groceries with his mom," Fang said.
I might've laughed at that, but my head thought otherwise. By now, it felt like someone had thrown the car at my head, ran it over with a bulldozer, and grounded it into somebody's dog food. To put it simply, it hurt. A lot. "Well," I said, trying to wrap things up, "I'll go talk to the girl student council and see if we can come to a standpoi-"
Eh. I guess passing out felt a little better.
Not really.
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I actually didn't want it to end here. I wrote about half a page before I realized it was already past 8 and I needed to go prepare what I would need to bring to a sleepover I'm going to tomorrow at my friend's house. Well, that half a page will be coming next time (aka next Wednesday), so look forward to it! R&R?
