I know- already?! But I've had some extra time soooo . . .
(People said that I should do the little POV things so my readers know who's thinking what . . . Not a bad idea, I guess, but I just like writing like this. And besides, you guys are smart, right? Smart enough to know the fax- even more of it- is up soon!)
I suppressed a sigh as I walked down the hall. Somehow Max had managed to slip away from me for the second time.
I mean, she couldn't hate me already, could she?
That was the thing. It was a slightly weird thing because whenever I moved most girls instantly 'fell in love' with me. Don't ask me why because I almost never date. But there were always the few cluster of girls that seemed to be immune to my spell. Max was one of those girls.
"Hey!" A voice called from behind me.
I turned around and found myself staring at one of the girls from Science.
"Yeah?" I asked, making sure my voice was low and soft.
"I'm Brigid. Uh, do you need any help getting to your next class?" Brigid gave me an earnest smile.
Sweet.
Innocent.
Cute.
I shrugged, "Yeah, I do."
"Awesome. Let me see your schedule." I handed it to her and she read it over quickly then smiled broadly, "We have the same Math class, I'll walk you!" She stopped, " I mean, if you want me to . . ." She blushed and looked down.
Angelic.
Charming.
Adorable.
I could see it all in her face, in her emotions, in her expression.
"Alright." I said and gave her a brief and grateful smile. She might have been shy, but she seemed cool too. And besides, I really did need some help.
As I followed her, I caught a flash of blonde and brown. Max. When she saw who was clinging to my side, her eyes widened and an almost horrified look came across her face. I couldn't help smirking as she sent me another murderous look.
I had to admit it- Max was cute too.
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I set down my tray on my lunch table angrily.
Andrea laughed and sat down next to me, "Okay, what did Brigid do this time?"
I shook my head, "I don't even want to talk about that bi-"
"Watch your language, Max." Forrest waggled his finger and sat down across from me.
I gave an exasperated groan.
"Forrest, not the best time to correct Max right now. She's ticked off." Andrea raised and eyebrow at me in question.
"I'm not ticked off," I grumbled in defense, "Just tired."
"Uh-huh, suuuure." Andre mocked but dropped the subject and left me alone.
My friends weren't bullies. Of course, we weren't any normal sort of group, but we didn't beat up people just for the fun of it. We were more like the trouble-makers. Not the type that people ran away from, but the type that people were wary of, careful not to push to far.
Andrea was a black belt in karate. But you wouldn't know that by just looking at her pixie haircut , her perfectly sized slightly upturned nose, bright eyes and slim short body. She was clean and the perfect image of a happy rich girl.
Forrest's real name was Ken, but that's, in his opinion, the most preppy, Barbie name you could give a guy. So he's just Forrest. Forrest with light brown curly hair, and big bubbly nose and freckles. Did I mention he also has five tattoos that ranged from fire breathing dragons to small quotes, and a four piercings, all of them on his eyebrow?
There were more of us, of course, but besides Forrest and Andrea, they all basically acted and looked the same as a stereotypical picture of a trouble-maker. Yes, more tattoos, more baggy jeans, but they were also boring and dull.
At that moment I happened to look up. At exactly the wrong time.
Fang.
Brigid.
She was giggling like a little schoolgirl, making big, wide doe-eyes at him. And he was falling for it! Couldn't he see past the expert flirting and into the evil monster that was Brigid?
Andrea followed my gaze and I instantly looked away, but it was too late.
She looked back at me, a delighted expression on her face.
"So, Max, what do you think of the new kid. Fang, right?" She teased, chuckling to herself while Forrest studied Fang.
"Is he emo?" He asked.
I shrugged, "How am I supposed to know?"
Andrea gave me a wink, "I bet you do know."
"Yo, I heard he has cuts all up his arm." A guy with long shaggy hair called out. His name was Seth or something.
"Me too!" Someone else called out. Yeah, we gossiped too.
"So, what do you think?" Forrest gave me a serious look.
I paused. I was their leader. All I had to say was that I didn't like him, that he seemed off and they would all back me up. If I said that he seemed cool, they- for the exception of Andrea- would back off.
But my pride stood in the way.
"Uh, whatever. He's not worth it."
Andrea shook her head, but everyone else got the 'I'm done talking about it' message.
He's not worth it.
I looked back over at him.
He was looking back.
We stared at each other for a while.
He looked completely out of place with all the girly girls around him, and there was an almost a pained look on his face. But he still tried to smile.
Or maybe, he was just a little worth it.
*grins wickedly* I might have forgotten to add that there IS gonna be some action between Fang and Brigid . . .