Chapter 4
Max POV
I blinked a few times before clasping the small box tighter. It seemed like this subject had popped up a lot lately. Without thinking any further, I turned towards the cashier, chocolate bar and pregnancy test in hand, and set them down on the counter. "Will that be cash or credit," A probably twenty-something girl sighed, messing with her long, ruby fingernails. I pulled a twenty out of my pocket and held it up to her, smile meek. She rang up the chocolate bar and stopped just before she rang up the test, looking me up and down. Smacking her gum, she handed me the items, "Your change is 14. 35.". She placed the money in my hand and pushed the bag across the counter to me, "Have a nice day.".
Fang POV
My stomach growled and I sat up straight, clutching it. Must be lunchtime. I sauntered into the kitchen, opened the fridge and started looking through it's contents. A few strands of hair obstructed my vision and, as a force of habit, I flipped it of my way. I reached for the orange juice, just as a hoarse voice spoke to me.
Max POV
I took the bag and pushed open the store door, plunging back into the cold. In the direction I came, I started walking, then, picked up my speed to a jog to avoid the cold. When I reached the abandoned alley again, I stretched open my wings, frigid air whipping against my feathers. With one fluid motion, I swooped up into the air, space between my wings and the roofs scarce.
Once I got into the air, all thoughts escaped my mind. It was so peaceful, I didn't even notice that my face was probably iced over. I blinked back to reality and noticed I was already back home.
Iggy POV
"Psst, Gaz." I whispered, gesturing for him to come next to me. Although I am blind, I am a mastermind of the trick sort. Our victim, Fang, was sitting on the couch, stairing at the tv. I had just spoken with him about Ella, and that had reminded me about an event that had occured earlier that week. I really hadn't forgotten, it would be hard to, but, the thought slipped my mind for a short period.
Let me take you back a few Sundays ago...
My alarm clock buzzed, awaking me from a sound sleep. Someone had set it for seven, a time only normal, un-mutant bird kids would wake to go to church, or something. I flopped over, slammed the snooze button, and something exploded in my face. Gaging, I rubbed my face, sticky ooze dripping off my fingers.
"Eww, what is this?" I shouted, squinting miserably. I could make out muffled laughs and knew immediately that it was Max and Fang.
"Ma-mape- haha-maple syrup," Max spit out between fits of laughter. I wiped my eyes, and glared in their direction.
"I'll get you both, and your annoying dog too," I hissed, imitating the Wicked Witch of the West's voice. I heard the scuttle of claws on the hardwood floor.
"Hey!" Total barked, offended. I rolled my sightless eyes, maple syrup dripping over my eyelids.
I spent the rest of the day in the shower, trying to de-mapelize my self. Let's just say it's not a day I'd like to remember.
So, in honor of their little 'prank,' Gaz and I will be serving up a sweet slice of revenge pie. Our first order of business is to prank Fang. As all of you might not know, Fang ALWAYS hogs the orange juice. So, As experience bomb and chemical technicians, we created a liquid that looked and tasted like orange juice, but, had some interesting side effects.
Fang POV
I set the orange juice back in the fridge, interrupted before I even got a sip. "Fang, may I speak with you for a moment?". Jeb. I turned around, closing the fridge.
I nodded, yes, I am a man of many words. Following him out of the kitchen and into Ms. Martinez's room, he gestured for me to sit down on the bed and I did, comforter plush. "Jeb and I thought it was time to have a talk with you about some things, because we know you, as well as the rest of Flock, is growing up. We will speak with Iggy, Max, and you individually because, you are matured to a certain age," Ms. Martinez spoke, choosing her words carefully. Oh brother, not the 'Birds and Bees' talk, I thought.
"The recent increase in teenage pregnancy of today's modern world is astonishing," she added, more clearly addressing the point of this little meeting. She sat down next to Jeb on a tan love seat, placed diagonally in the corner of the room.
"Waiting can be a blessing," Jeb lectured, staring at me intently. His vision clearly read, 'Sleep with my daughter, and I'll snap your neck.'. I nodded, face expressionless, hiding the slight gut feeling of guilt I had. But, I could take Jeb.
Max POV
I slipped back through Fang's open window, grip on the plastic bag tight. I shut it, crept over to the door, and opened it silently. Almost everything in Fang's room was black, from his ebony bed sheets to the fuzzy carpet my mom had put in for him. I glanced down each direction of the hall and made my way to Ella and I's room, pleased to see she was no longer there. I perched on my mattress, held the plastic bag by the bottom and dumped the two items out. I picked up the chocolate bar first, peeled part of the wrapper, and bit a large piece of it. With the other hand, I grabbed the pregnancy test, reading it.
I sighed, chucked it across the room and onto my jacket. I didn't want to know just yet. Taking another bite of the chocolate bar, I ran my hand through my wind blown hair.
Iggy POV
Gazzy and I had been waiting patiently outside in the window of the kitchen, excited to see, and in my case, hear, Fang's reaction. Sadly, Gazzy informed me that Jeb, Max's father, had interrupted him before he drank the orange juice. "Well, we will know when he does drink it," I said encouragingly, smirking. I rubbed my hands together, grin wide. "They're going down.".
That's the fastest I've ever updated :D
I like changing POV's but, I don't know if it is confusing. Anyways, tell me what you think. :) I'm open to any suggestions
