A/N: OMG I AM BACK! I TOLD YOU ALL I WASN'T NEGLECTING THE STORY!
Before I start the chapter I just want to tell u all that Max is in 11th grade…I don't think I mentioned what grade she was in before.
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Chapter 4
First Day, Take 2
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I Drove my 2010 Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide FXD into the farthest parking spot available. I stayed seated and looked towards the entrance of my new school.
Looking towards the main doors I noticed a girl who was just standing there, staring.
Weird, this is gonna be a strange town I couldn't help but say to myself. I slowly kicked the kick-stand on my bike and treaded to the main doors where the girl was rushing in. she didn't notice me as I walked noiselessly in behind her.
As she walked towards the left I made my way to the right, not really having any idea where to go.
I looked up at the clock posted against the wall; it read 7:08. I then looked down at the schedule in my hand.
On the top right hand corner it stated that my locker was number B508. I had no idea that B was a number, but apparently in this town it was. I glanced back at the clock and noticed that I was staring at the letter B for two minutes. The clock now read 7:11.
The late bell was going to ring in four minutes, damn it. I had to quickly ditch the effort to find my locker and started to look for classroom 433.
I was walking around aimlessly. I was in a strange school, walking in a strange hallway filled with graffiti encrusted walls, and still wondering why my locker number had a letter in it.
As I was looking down at my crinkled schedule again, thinking that maybe if I stare at it hard enough it would turn into a map, someone bumped straight into me.
Nice going idiot. Strange town can't teach people manners?
I heard pens and paper hit the floor and go sprawling. The first place I looked was at the pen the landed by my foot.
Even if the strange small town couldn't teach its population to be nice and watch where they were walking, I wasn't from around here so I still had manners.
"Sorry," I stated even though I clearly knew it wasn't my fault.
As I stated my apologies I looked up from the pen on the floor and met the eyes of girl – a gorgeous girl. She had dirty blond hair that flew down her back and her eyes, her eyes were impossible to describe.
They were brown, but not ordinary, boring, bland brown. It was a though they had seen things that no ordinary teenager would have to see. They were like never ending pools of light and dark brown that cascaded into a mind that was wise beyond its years.
I was staring, I knew I was staring, but I couldn't stop myself. Her eyes were mesmerizing. It was at that instant that I realized her eyes were saddened and hiding something. I felt as though I was intruding into her secrets and had to stop myself.
I had to stop myself, and I tried. I really tried, but I still couldn't. It wasn't until she looked away that I was broken of the bond.
As she was reaching for her dropped school supplies I took in the rest of her features. She had a beautiful silhouette with long legs and flat stomach. Stop it Fang, stop it! Her face was unscathed by blemishes or markings, and her eyes…stop with the eyes Fang!
I have to stop arguing with myself.
I looked back at her hair as she had to stretch for the pen by my foot and I noticed some scratches on her neck, deep scratches. I would have normally said something but I did not know this girl and I wanted to. There was no need in me asking questions of something that was probably just a fall onto a black top. I did not want to scare her away.
I had noticed that she had finished collecting her things and held out my hand to help her up.
She looked at it for a second as though questioning whether or not to take it. I assumed she decided on the former because she took my hand and pulled herself up.
"Thanks," she spoke with a gentle and soothing tone, "I'm Max."
I guess people in this town do have manners I teased with myself.
"Nick" I replied though everyone calls me Fang. But she didn't have to know that. She probably wouldn't even talk to me after today. I'm the new kid; no one affiliates with the new kid.
I was staring back into her eyes as if trying to decode her secret when she suddenly laughed.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. The response I got in return was a nonchalant "Nothing."
As we were about to go our separate ways the final bell rang. Crap. 7:15, late on my first day. Nice going Fang.
Hmm, since we're both late anyway, "Do you know where room 433 is?"
She led me down the hall a few feet and then stopped, telling me this was my room. Smooth Fang, I yelled at myself, two doors away, two stupid doors away. She then walked into the room on the right.
I think I am going to like this school, I couldn't help but think to myself as I made my way inside.
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My classes were long and boring just like every other school every other year. One teacher made my recite my entire life story to the class. I was up front for thirty out of the forty two minutes of class with the students falling asleep around me. I thought I was going to fall asleep too, and I was the one talking.
When it came time to gym, I realized that I had it with Max. We stuck by each other for the period and I barely said a word. It just wasn't like me to talk. I was glad Max did not seem to care, she barely spoke as well. In English, the teacher seated me across from Max, but she was walking up and down the aisles the entire period, so I couldn't pass her the note that I wrote asking how her day was going.
At lunch I sat with my twin James. He kept eyeing the girl that was sitting next to Max, whom I thought was her sister since they looked alike, while I kept eyeing Max. I was extremely subtle about the whole ordeal whereas James was blatantly gawking at the girl, and she noticed.
Right now I was in Math B intensely watching the clock second hand move. The rhythmic tick tock noise was driving me crazy. I was ready to leave this school. I wanted nothing more than to get on my bike, get home, and mess with my computer.
Wait I take that back, what I really wanted to do was meet Max again. I felt like an idiot for thinking that, I mean I don't even know the girl and yet I want to meet her again. This is so frustrating.
I was picturing Max on the floor picking up her school supplies after she had run into me just as the dismissal bell rang. I bounced up off my seat and grabbed my six textbooks from the desk, and backpack from the floor.
I have to find my locker. I reminded myself.
B508
B508
B-Here it is! Somehow I had just walked into it, not literally. The locker is apparently a couple down the hall from my math class. Though I still don't know what the letter means.
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I had just dumped all of my textbooks into my locker and was about to leave when I realized I had no idea where the exit of the damn school was. Great! This is just fannnnntastic I thought to myself sarcastically. I hope James has had as good of a day as I have.
I started to walk pointlessly, uselessly down random hallways. I knew I was getting close when I heard the main door open and sounds of people. I figured people would be leaving so I followed the voices.
When I turned down the hallway with the voices I thought I had finally found the way out of this retched place.
What I actually found however, made my skin grow cold and my feet freeze to the ground.
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A/N: I AM NEVER, EVER, DOING A CHAPTER FROM 2 P.O.V'S AGAIN! THAT WAS SOOOO HARD! LOL
HAPPY BELATED THANKSGIVING PPL!!!!! (WELL AT LEAST TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE IT)
I'M ON BREAK FROM SCHOOL SO I HAD TIME TO UPDATE AND I AM GLAD TO ANNOUCE THAT I HAVE WINTER BREAK COMING UP DECEMBER 18 AND I AM OFF FOR A MONTH! SO THAT MEANS MORE UPDATING! WHOOP WHOOP!
~$tarr