A/N: 'Sup guys?
Max: Someone make her stop talking! Before she looses her voice forever!
Nyeh!
Disclaimer: Arella, I only own.
Max POV
I took a deep breath before stepping inside Summit again. It was my second day, but still. Nerves overcame me.
I popped in my earbuds and crank my iPod as loud as it would go. When I got to my locker, Mine came on. I love that song. But it reminded me of a certain someone…
No! Bad Max! He's probably forgotten about you and moved on. I wish I could…
After slamming my locker shut, I walked to Astronomy. Yeah, I knew I had this class with Fang. But I didn't want to see him, and realize that he's over me. So I stared talking to this guy named Iggy, and some girl named Arella.
Iggy had strawberry blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and pale, snowy skin. He looked about 6'1"-ish. When I first met him, I realized that he loves making bombs.
"Hey, what'cha drawing there?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. Anything to keep me from staring at Fang.
"Bomb blueprints. My little brother and I love to build bombs. We're pyro's. Ever looking for a fireworks show or just bored, call me, and I'll let ya see something explode." He said, all while smiling. I smiled too, laughing inwardly at how he sounded like a commercial. While he scribbled down his number, I looked at his blueprints. I actually wouldn't mine watching something blow up.
Arella was African American, golden brown hair, and brown eyes. She looked about 5'3-ish, and lemme tell you: She's got attitude.
"Um, hi." I said, looking at the girl sitting next to Iggy. She smiled back and waved.
"Hey, how are you? Iggy's told me much about you Max." I opened my mouth to ask how she knew Iggy, when the teacher came in.
"Okay, guys, I'm going to take roll. Bryan Andrews?"
"Here," some guy, Bryan, said. It went on, Iggy and I saying here when the teacher called our names.
"Arella Roth?"
"Here." Somewhere between Bryan's name and her's, she went over to the window.
"Um, Arella, can you please sit in your assigned seat?" Arella turned from looking out the window, glaring lightly at the teacher.
"Why should I?" Then she continued looking out the window, flipping off the teacher every time she called her name. Iggy just shook his head and laughed the whole time.
But, they were good friends, and were waaaay better than talking to Fang again. My body tenses up every time someone says his name.
Why can't I just get over him?
Review? *bambi eyes*
Random Question: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, What can you touch?
My answer: My computer screen.