AN: "When life gives you lemons, squeeze them in peoples eyes"
I feel like that's better than making lemonade… -.-
Whatever, on with the story…
Chapter 3
Fang POV.
I look out the car window, and all I see is the same bare trees coated in snow.
Same scenery for two freaking hours.
I would love to get on with catching the chic, but apparently we have to see some officer on the other side of New York. He is supposed to tell us everything about Max and discuss her exact accusation.
I know exactly of what she's being accused of because Iggy and I are the ones who caused it, so I consider this as a huge waste of time.
Of course, they don't know that and they won't find out.
"Are we there yet?" Iggy whines like a little kid.
The driver gives us a dirty look through the rear view mirror and just keeps driving.
He doesn't seem too thrilled about this trip either.
Officer Janner stayed at the station, so its just Iggy, this driver we don't even know, and me.
So it's totally possible that the driver could be some axe-murderer.
Iggy suddenly slaps me lightly on the shoulder.
I turn too him, and he has his nose pressed to the window, again like a five year old.
I think he might be one trapped in a 17 year olds body…
"Look," he says in awe.
I glance out the window, and my jaw drops. I see a colossal marble building, with luxurious statues lining an extremely wide driveway.
And the most amazing part, we turn there.
"Thank God!" Iggy exclaims, "We're finally here! And wow! That's not what I expected!"
The driver halts the car, and waves to us to get out. "I'll be back in an hour to drive you two back to the city," he says in a raspy voice.
"Alright, thanks," I say, and we get out of the Mercedes.
Iggy barley shuts the door and the driver already skids away.
"I don't think he likes us," Iggy says.
"No, I don't think he likes you. You're the one that called him 'Miss'," I chuckle.
"It's not my fault he looks like a fifty year old woman from behind," Iggy glares at me.
We walk up the stone stairs up to the double door, still amazed at the size of this place. It might be the largest house I've ever seen.
Iggy rings the doorbell, and we wait. And wait. And wait…
I ring it several more times, until we're ready to just give up. But the door suddenly opens.
"Oh, gosh. Sorry it took so long. I just had to run here from the other side of the house. Come in! Make your selves at home!" a girl says.
She looks to be about in her twenties. Her hair is a deep brown and is tightly twirled into a slick bun. Her large blue eye sparkle under the bright light. She's wearing a small black dress with a white apron.
She steps out of the doorway and we come inside.
I glance over at Iggy, and notice him staring at the girl.
I inwardly roll my eyes. He's never going to get a girl, but he'll keep trying.
"So, we're here to see…" I start but she cuts me off, talking really fast, "I know, Officer Kain. He'll be right out. For now though, you came make yourselves comfortable on that sofa. I'll go bring refreshments."
She walks away, and Iggy drops on the sofa.
"I wouldn't mind this kind of house. With that kind of girl," he wiggles his eyebrows.
" Only in your dreams, man," I say.
I know, very optimistic of me.
"Actually, she's into me," Iggy proudly says, locking his hands behind his head and putting his feet on the wooden coffee table.
I come and sit on the recliner. "And what makes you say that?" I ask him.
"It's scientifically proven that when a girl is into you, her voice gets really high. And did you hear that girl?" he says.
"Well that explains why half the girls that talk to you sound like batman," I point out.
He glares at me, and I mockingly smile at him. Before he can say something back, the girl returns.
"Alright, I have sparkling cider or just water. What do you boys prefer?" she asks in her sweet voice again.
"The cider for me," I say.
She gives me a thin glass flute with the drink and I nod her my thanks.
"Same for me, milady," Iggy grins.
She gives him a weird look and passes him the glass.
"Wanna exchange digits," Iggy offers, trying very hard.
She just looks at him and says, "Officer Kain will be available in ten minuets."
She walks away, and Iggy looks hurt.
"Maybe next time?" I try to make him feel better, but he just glares at me again.
It's okay. As soon as he sees another female he'll get over it.
A silent ten minuets pass, and the officer finally arrives.
"Good afternoon, boys," he says in his deep voice.
He's tall, with dark hair and an empty expression on his face.
"Hello sir," I stand up and shake his hand.
"Good afternoon," Iggy does the same.
"Follow me to my office," he starts to head towards the door at the end of the hallway.
We walk behind him right into the room.
It's very spacious, with a huge wooden desk in the middle. A small couch sits in the corner and there are paintings decorating the tan walls. It smells like fresh paint.
On the desk, everything is freakishly organized. Even the paper clips are ordered by size.
"Sit," he gestures to the two plastic chairs in front of the desk, while he sits on the leather chair behind the desk.
We do as he says, since he seems a wee bit intimidating.
He takes a deep breath and folds his hands. "Maximum Ride," he starts, and for me, that's all I heard.
I zoned out, since he was telling me what I already know.
I just kept nodding, pretending to listen, for about 45 minuets.
I doubt Iggy paid much attention either.
Could you blame us though? We've been through what he was talking about. We caused it. Secretly.
"Do you comprehend?" his voice roams into to my head.
"Uh, yes, of course, thank you very much sir," I answer, a little too quickly.
"Very well. It seems like you ride is here. I hope I made everything clear," he says.
"Yes, everything was crystal clear. Thank you very much sir," Iggy stands up and walks towards the door, visibly wanting to get out of here.
I thank Officer Kain and follow Iggy.
"Damn, I though I would die of boredom," Iggy whispers.
"Yup. I had no clue what he said," I whisper back.
We hurry out the door, and the creepy driver is there waiting for us.
Once we're in the car, the driver slams the gas pedal and off we go. Finally, we'll be able to get this over and done with.
Max POV.
Spending the night at Central Park wasn't the best idea, sadly.
Sleeping in trees is not for humans. My whole body is sore and I can barley move. Same with the rest of us.
"Never again," Ella groans, "am I sleeping in that damn tree. I fell off like nine times!"
"Sorry for the stupid idea guys," I say, giving everyone a sympathetic look.
"Max, we have just enough money to rent a hotel room for a night! Oh my gosh! Can we do it?" Nudge suddenly exclaims.
I look over to her, and see her counting money from our old backpack.
"Oh man! That would be so cool! And we can have our bodies rest a little," Ella agrees.
"Please Max?" Angel joins in.
Yeah, you can guess by now that I'm the one in charge of money. It can be a blessing and a curse…
"Well," I try to make a quick decision, "How about you girls rent a room while Gazzy and I just sleep outside. You know, to not waste too much money, since you have to pay per person."
"Uh, no. I want to sleep in a real bed once in my lifetime. So, if the girls are renting a hotel room, then so am I," Gazzy protests.
I glare at him, and then roll my eyes. "Fine," I say through my teeth.
He smirks and grabs the backpack with the money. "Later, Max," he waves.
The girls follow him, and they head toward one of the hotels.
I start going back to Central Park.
I better make myself comfortable on the trees, since that will be my bed for a while.
Fang POV.
We just dropped off our things in the hotel room, and now are standing next to Central park.
We decided to start looking for Max here since this is where most criminals live.
Iggy and I lived here for quite a while…
"So lets start," Iggy says, roaming through his backpack.
"Yeah, but what are you looking for?" I ask.
"The hand cuffs, 'cause there's a 95 percent chance she's here in Central Park," he explains, taking out the handcuffs and clipping them next to his gun.
I shrug, and start walking towards the entrance.
Hopefully this won't take long.
"We've looked in every damn tree, in every damn corner, and in every damn part of this park!" I say, frustrated with Iggy.
He claims that she's here, and says we can't leave yet. For the past few hours!
"Let's look for ten more minuets. That's it," he pleads.
I groan, "Fine."
I walk along the right side of the trees while Iggy walks along the left, searching.
Suddenly Iggy stops dead in his tracks.
"What?" I ask.
He silently points in front of him. About 20 feet away, is what we've been looking for.
Max.
"That's impossible…" I say.
"We'll follow her and once it turns dark, we get her," Iggy whispers.
"Ok, don't lose sight of her."
Max POV.
I just walk around Central Park, looking for a good tree to sleep in.
That sounds weird…
Although something bothers me. It's as if I'm being watched. I don't see anyone, but every once in a while I feel a tingling sensation on the back of my neck.
I try to ignore it though. I'm just very paranoid.
I ask some stranger for the time, and find out that it's already 8 pm.
There are almost no people in the park and it's getting darker.
Might as well as start to climb a tree.
Fang POV.
Finally. Our moment to shine.
The sun is down, the moon is up, and we can capture the infamous Maximum Ride.
"Ok Ig, you distract her, and I'll come up from behind," I order.
"Fine, but we better hurry up. She's climbing a tree," Iggy whispers.
I nod, "Ok. Go now."
I watch as he approaches her, and I carefully move behind her.
"Hello!" he calls. "Can you help me with directions?"
I see her give him disgusted look and say, "Get lost."
Wow. I like her. She seemed to really get some attitude from the last time we met.
She starts to walk away from Iggy, but he grabs her arm. That's my cue.
I promptly jump from behind the tree that I was hiding by, and shove her into Iggy. He catches her as she crashes into his chest and forces her arms behind her back.
She lets out a muffled scream and starts to protest. I handcuff her.
"Sorry, girly," I say.
She suddenly stops moving and gasps.
I turn her around to face me and she looks up at my face.
"Oh my gosh… I know you two! James and Nick!" she screams.
Iggy slaps a hand over her mouth. She said our real names, and that's not acceptable.
"Shut up!" he hisses in her ear.
She starts to protest once again, and kicks me right where the sun-don't-shine.
I suck in a sharp breath, and slap her across the face, hard.
She winces, and Iggy pushes her forward to start walking. We stand on either sides of her, holding her arms.
"You are under arrest, Max," I whisper into her ear.
"You should be also, you backstabbing pigs," she groans, trying to get out of our grasp.
We drag her straight to our rented car, and shove her in the backseat. I shut the door, and accidently slam her foot in it.
She let out a shriek.
"Move your leg," I growl at her.
She doesn't, but just keeps pushing the door open with her foot.
"Iggy, you have to drive in the back with her. She oviously won't cooperate," I say.
" 'K, you drive," he agrees.
We take our seats and drive off.
Iggy is pressing Max against the door, since she threatened to break the windows with her feet.
She looks like she's ready to murder one of us. Or both.
"So Max, I bet you remember us," I say, looking at her through the rear view mirror. She's scowling at me.
"Yeesh! That's not a pretty face," I mock her.
She starts calling me every swear word in the English language, so Iggy gags her.
"That's just not nice," Iggy sarcastically shakes his head.
I let out a low chuckle.
She's probably very confused, but we'll explain every thing once we get to our destination, which is straight to he station.
That's a two-hour drive. Just enough time to persuade her into not turning us in.
I really, really hope that our catch of the day will benefit us, not put us in jail.
AN: Chapter 3 done!
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