Listen to Me

by Shadow's Imagination

Max has been sent to Military School by her old teachers after getting into fights at school. She must leave behind her two favorite things 1.her guitar and 2.her friends. Her love for music and a mysterious singer grows stronger,how can she deal? In progress story. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belongs to the amazing James Patterson.

4. Give me a Break

You know that feeling the day after you work out at the gym for a long time, when you muscle are on fire with pain? That's how I felt for the first week of school after drills. Pain killer after pain killer, but the pain wouldn't budge and neither would Fang.

I realized that to survie this hell I needed friends. So as the week progressed, I tried to get to know him better. But, every time I asked him a question he just whipped out his phone and began typing or grunted and walked away. I sat by him at lunch, in class, but I got nothing. Except, a bunch a girls telling me off because they think I have a crush on him.

"Hey,new girl!"

"What do you want, Bridgit?"

"Keep away from him, Maxine. He's not in to you, he's in love with me."

"First off, it's Max. Second, I don't like Fang! And third, I don't think he likes you." Bridgit stomped toward me, and tried to slap me but I easily deflected the blow. She tried to round house me, but it was to easy. I kicked her legs out from under her, and she fell to floor in a bony heap just as she did on the first day I met her.

" ,"Mr. Albert yells bringing me out of my memory,"What is the answer to the question?" He says, pointing to the equation of the board.

"I don't know...3?"I mumble.

"No, Max, it's 24. If you payed attention during class, you would have known that." He pauses,"See me after class." So, when the bell the rings, I calmly stroll up to 's desk.

"Nick? Dylan? Please come here." Fang lightly walks toward Mr. Albert and I, but the other boy strides, glancing over my body. His light blond curls fell light across his tan forehead and turquiose eyes. An angel of beauty, on the outside.

"Down to business," Mr. Albert said," Max because you refuse to pay attention, as do you Nick. I have assigned Dylan to tutor you two so you don't fail my class, and I have you next year. Four times a week;Monday, Tuesday,Wedesday, and Thursday. 1st period. Here are your passes, now get class." Mr. Albert handed us each a laminated slip, and lightly shoved us toward the door.

"Great."I mumble to Fang as we walk from the class. He half smiled, and I looked at him quizicly. Then I smiled, I knew what he was thinking and I said it aloud. "No more drills."

We fist bumped and for a second, just a second, I thought he might end up being my friend. Then it was gone, and so was Fang. Calmly walking away. And I was walking alone toward chemistry. And maybe, maybe, things might start looking up.