Hey, so this chapter includes Max talking about 'skanky' clothes. I would just like to say that if you wear shorts or skirts that are short and above the knee does not mean that you are indeed a 'skank' It's just that this is from Max's POV and that's what I thought she would say. So I'm sorry if something from my story offends you, please do not take it to heart!

Disclaimer- I don't own Maximum Ride

"NO." I said sternly as the girls paced around dorm room. The guys had left to hang out with Fang since Lissa wasn't gonna be there. I hoped that his attitude towards women didn't rub off on them.

"But Maaaax! It's a party, you're supposed to wear make-up!" Ella whined. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Walking back to her I sat down on my bed.

"Just because I'm supposed to doesn't mean I have to. And besides, I never said I was actually going." I pointed out. This fact made Nudge shriek in hysterics.

"You can't not go! You have to go! I mean, it'll be your first college party, all of ours actually. OMG. This could be the party! Where you meet the one. Then you could ride off into the sunset together, like on a pony. OR A UNICORN! You could get married, have kids, grow old and die together. Though, i forbid you to die until at leaste your 100th birthday. I could even plan your wedding! The theme could be Twili-" Nudge's rant got cut off by the pillow that slammed into her face. I wonder who threw that?

"Nudge, if you shut up and stop talking about sparkly men, I will go. But only if you go easy on the make-up and don't force me into the skankiest skirt you can find." I warned and tried to ignore their shrieks of delight.

This was gonna be a long nigh. Full of torture that I will inevitably endure...

Iggy's POV

"You have to admit, She is pretty hot." I said while throwing the ball to the Gasman. Gazzy, Fang, Ari, Omega and I were all in Fang's dorm. Ari and Omega were playing video games while Fang was on his computer. Gazzy was playing catch with me from across the beds.

"Yeah but, that's Max's little sister. Last year Lissa was picking on Ella, so Max broke her nose. I wouldn't risk it if I were you." Gazzy warned me. I scoffed and was about to reply when Fang rolled around in his chair.

"Is that why they hate each other so much? Because Lissa picked on her little sister?" Fang made it sound like that was the most childish thing Max could ever do. Gazzy and I exchanged glances. I shook my head as Gazzy was about to tell him what had really happened. It wasn't our place to tell, Max would do it on her own time.

But the glare that Fang gave me forced me to deviate a little bit.

"Not exactly, Lissa has always been a bitch to Max. While we were still in Arizona Max was our best friend, cause she hated hanging out with the girls as much as we did. Lissa tried to get us to betray Max but Gazzy wouldn't. I almost did cause I was sick of the torture Lissa put us through just because we were friends with Max. But I realized that what Lissa did to Max was way worse than what Lissa could do to me." I explained.

"What did Lissa do to Max?" Fang asked curiously.

Shit.

I wasn't supposed to deviate that much. Before I could reply Gazzy threw the ball at my head. "Nice goin' Igtard!" He yelled jokingly.

"What's going on?!" Fang asked angrily. I shared a look with Gazzy and his eyes told me the same thing: run.

Fang must have caught on cause he lunged for the door, but it was too late. We were already in the hallway by the time he reached it and yelled "I'll find out at Dylan's party tonight!"

"Good luck with that!" I called behind me before I ran into my own dorm to hide from Fang, and Max if she ever found out what I had done.

Fang's POV

What the hell was that about? What did I care for anyways. It's not like that Max chick was my problem. She wasn't as easy as the rest of the girls I go after, like Lissa.

God I hate Lissa. She's not exactly good, actually she's not good at all. But she's easy, I don't have to work for anything. From the first day I met Lissa she was clinging to me like I was a Hershey bar and she was PMS'ing.

But hey, I got a little treat at night for putting up with her during the day. It's a give a little get a little type of situation. Speaking of which.

My phone vibrated on the table, a text from Lissa.

Lissa: Hey, can't wait for the party tonight. Especially the after party in my room ;)

I smirked at the thought of me running my fingers through her long dirty blonde hair. Wait what? Lissa had red hair, that's what I meant to say.

Me: Can't wait ;)

I think I just barfed in my mouth a little bit.

I shut my phone off and watched Ari and Omega ramble on about who in the game was cheating, or who wasn't. I rolled my eyes and kicked them out so I could mentally prepare for the torture I would have to endure before I got my 'pay'. She wasn't as good as she thought she was, but she was still something.

I sighed and looked at the clock, 8:17. Only two more hours until the party actually started. I wonder what everyone else was doing to get ready.

Max's POV

"Don't come near me with that thing." I warned. Nudge was currently attacking me with a hair straightener.

"Oh come one, we're almost done. Just let me do your hair then you can get dressed." Nudge said.

"I never said you could do my hair." I reminded her. But since I was still tied to the chair I couldn't do anything about it.

I spent the last two hours watching the girls do each other's hair and make-up. And because we only had half on hour left before the party started I didn't think they would have time for me.

But of course they did. They all tackled me at once and forced me into a chair were they proceeded to tie me down and make my life a living hell.

They were dabbing tan goop on my face, powdering me up. The eye shadow was actually kind of pretty. It was silvery with a deep purple directly over my eye lid. That black stuff they put on my eye lashes- the stuff that was made out of bat crap -made my lashes look twice as long as they actually were.

Despite my protests they caked on bright red lip stick. When they were done with my face they had run out of time to curl my hair, thank God, so were settling for straight.

Angel had finally untied me after my hair was to their liking and thrown a pile of clothes at me. Once I looked at them I groaned.

"I thought I said no skanky skirts?" I reminded them. They rolled their eyes.

"It's not a skanky skirt, just a skanky dress." Ella said helpfully. Brat.

"Well I'm not wearing this, and you're lucky I'm letting you were that." I added looking at Ella's tight sleeveless teal top (which matched her eye shadow) that was tucked into her silver pencil skirt, her heels made her as tall as me. She rolled her eyes at me and frowned.

"Put on a jacket and you can wear it. Deal?" I asked hopefully hating to see her upset. Her face instantly brightened and she nodded her head eagerly.

"Deal." She held out her hand and I shook it happily. I turned to face Nudge and Angel who looked absolutely stunning.

Nudge had curled her hair to show off her new blonde highlights. She was wearing a pink dress that hugged her curves beautifully showing off her figure. The dress was way too bright for my liking but I suited her nicely, unlike Ella's outfit Nudge had sleeves, well one at least. Her make-up was like mine except her eye shadow was a lighter shade of her dress. She had on large gold hoop earrings, did I mention they were big? Cause they were. I'm surprised her head didn't fall off her shoulders.

Angel had on a white dress that made her look like, wait for it, an angel. It was longer than the other's because she was just innocent like that. It was tight at the top then flowed out once it hit her waist. When she twirled it looked like a cup cake. She had on a smaller, silver version of Nudge's earrings.

"Can't I wear pants?" I pleaded. Though I knew there was no getting out of this. All three stopped what they were doing and glared at me. Nudge looked like she was gonna blow a fuse if she didn't yell at me soon.

I quickly put my hands up in surrender so I didn't leave with my ears bleeding. "Okay, okay. I'll wear the dress. But I am not wearing any earrings!" I stomped to the bathroom in defeat and started stripping. Once I slipped the dress on I looked in the mirror.

It was a dark purple (like my eye shadow) and like, how do I explain this? The entire dress was a scrunched up type of fashion. It stopped about mid-thigh, which I wasn't too thrilled about but I knew it could get worse. The sweetheart neckline showed some cleavage but not enough that made me fearful that my boobs would completely fall out. I praised the girls for that. It hugged my body and showed off the curves that I didn't know I had.

"Alright." I said coming out of the bathroom and grabbing my leather jacket. I saw the looks on their faces and grinned. "Let's blow this joint!"