Max POV

The scent of apple pie wafted over to the lunch line. That's right. Today's apple pie day, like when Phoebe and I had that snowball fight on ditch day. Stereotypical highschoolers tended to complain about their cafeteria food, but the grub at Hiddenville High, especially today, was actually not too bad.

Even so, today I'd probably skip the main course, which was mostly likely some sort of salad or yogurt parfait; they seemed to make it healthier on pie day. I was planning on heading straight for the good stuff.

Interrupting my thoughts, a towering figure stepped in to the line right in front of me, laughing with his buddy who used to be in front of me. Did he really just cut in front of me? I mean, it's not like I haven't cut in line like a zillion times before, but it's a whole other thing when you're on the flip side.

"Hey!" I called, tapping his shoulder. He swiveled his head around. "End of the line's that way!" I said with both a sardonic grin and tone.

"Yeah?" the boy remarked. "What're ya sayin'?" he sneered.

"I'm sayin' that you just cut me!" I told him. That came out wrong. Luckily, the behemoth shrugged it off.

"Do you know who I am?" he spat.

"Not a clue. Do you know who I am?" I glared evilly upwards at his sandy blonde hair and muddy green eyes.

"Listen, Skinny Jeans. Name's Aidan Cline, and nobody messes with me!"

I squinted confusedly at the guy before glancing down at my black denim pants, which pressed up against my muscular legs.

"Dude, I don't want any trouble! I just wanted to direct you to the back of the line!"

"Oh yeah? Well that's whatcha got!" Jerk. "Behind the gym. After school."

"I'll be there. And I do have a name, y'know."

"What is it then?"

"Thunderman. Max Thunderman."

"Ooh! You say it all scary, like you're the superhero or something! Ha!" He has no idea what he's talking about; but then again, he shouldn't. But couldn't he have compared me to a villain? Oh. Right. There is no supervillain named Thunderman.

"You say it like I'm supposed to be afraid of you," I noted. "Too bad!" I smirked, earning me a growl from Aidan as he turned around.

"Dude, what was that about?" his friend asked him.

"Some loser wanted me to go to the back of the line," he summarized.

Aidan Cline is the most apparently the most feared guy in school, and I just booked a fight with him. This won't end well. I'm gonna say for him.

And 'loser'? Yep, this guy's going down...


"Phoebe? What are you still doing here?" I asked upon noticing my sister's lingering presence on campus after the last bell had rung.

"Trying out for the dance team," she stated.

"Cool, cool. And when you don't make it, you can try out for color guard!" I joked. "Well, I'm off to the gym."

"And when you don't make the basketball team, you...can't try out for anything!" she retorted. But I was almost out of earshot by the time she'd finished.

"I'm not trying out for basketball!" I shouted back at her.

Eventually, I reached my destination. Aidan was waiting there, his hulking form leaning against the wall.

"Thunderman!" he called. "Thought you wouldn't show up!"

"You thought wrong then, didn't you?"

"You ready?"

"Sure."

He came at me first, and without warning. It was a straight on punch to my face, somehow slow and fast at the same time. I kept my composure and slightly flicked my thumb to the left, sending my attacker's hand slipping in the same direction. Suddenly, his eyes turned from angry to curious, wondering how his hand could have missed such an easy target. While he was still perplexed, I took the liberty of kicking him in the groin, causing him to double over. I then executed an upper cut to his chest, sending him flying backwards.

His scowl told me that he was supposed to be hitting me, not the other way around.

He pushed himself off his butt and charged at me. I just so happened to glance quickly skyward, which allowed me to see a bell. And, surprise, surprise! I made it go off.

The shriek confuzzled Aidan, and he stopped his sprint a few inches in front of me. I pushed him backwards by the chest with my foot. He landed on the ground again.

"Cut in front of that!" I muttered, walking away, my backpack still slung over my shoulder.

AN: Hello peeps! It'll get to the crossover part soon, don't worry! Also, I wanted to dedicate Chapter 2 to shadypillow4. She'll know why. And thanks to LittleMissFangirl14, who's like, the only person who actually reads this. And I don't know why I'm thanking her if she's the only one who really reads it... Also, there won't be much action for a while, even if you consider this chapter 'action'. I'll be elsewhere this weekend, so IDK how much writing I'll be able to get in. WTYL