This is where the story really starts to go into the more Cinderell-y stuff, so woohoo for that! Also, I expect this story to be in the ten-to-fifteen chapters range, give or take. It depends largely on whether or not I decide to do an after-ball type twist thing, which will add on a good amount of chapters, possibly. Or a small epilogue. Or both? I'm not so sure, so just go with that not-really-an-explination explanation xD
I've got two new story ideas, one which I need an opinion on- read more about that in the second AN.
Sorry this chapters so short- if I had made it longer, it's would've taken me another couple of weeks. I have everything planned out of what segments need to go together, and the next segment is pretty long, so you get a short chapter, and then a super long one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or Cinderella. (BTW, the first Cinderella story was about some chick named Rhodophis. It was Egyptian, and the first fairytale ever created. Fun Fact of the Day!)
Mmph, I don't like this chapter that much heh. I just. . . wasn't feeling it, umph.
ALSO, you guys are welcome to ask me any questions you like, whether or not they pertain to the story, because I'll answer basically anything.
Max POV
". . . and that guy is Eric, he's not really that hot, but he's okay. I mean, I like his hair, but he uses way to much gel in it, so it kinda smells bad. Like, all the time. All the time. And that's never good in a guy, because then if you hang around him enough, you'll start smelling bad and that'll be horrible, you know? Because then you'd smell like fake hair and stuff. And you're obviously going to hang around him a lot because, duh, he's your boyfriend and why wouldn't you? I mean, what's the point of having a boyfriend if you guys don't hang out at all? Anyways, he's only like a six, because of his whole hair thing and because he's more shrimpy than muscly, and that's not really that cool with me, because I like muscly guys, not shrimps. I mean, shrimps aren't bad or anything, But still, he's kinda hot, at least."
I laid my head on the cool metal table in the middle of the cafeteria and stared wide-eyed at Nudge. She'd been talking like this for over a half-hour, pointing out every guy that passed and giving me the pros and cons of each. Sadly, we had a table right next to the entrance to the cafeteria, and the smell of the pizza was driving in flocks of people. Mainly boy. Oh, how lucky am I.
I think she's only taken about ten breaks to breathe the whole time she's been talking and I, personally, am about to die from bloodloss, because I swear that my ears are bleeding, and have been for the last thirty minutes. That's just how much Nudge has been talking- Nudge is a friend of Iggy's, the girl that I met during PE, if you don't remember. How Iggy stands her, I don't know- her real name is Monique, but she told me to call her Nudge because 'all my friends tell me all it takes is a nudge to get me talking, so they call me Nudge!' (she told me that yesterday, but didn't seem to mind telling me again, or didn't remember. She also told me yesterday that she wasn't sure why people called her Nudge, but she seemed to readily have a reason today. Heh. Wait, I'm confusing myself. Didn't she tell me why yesterday, too?)Note to self: Remind me to cuss out Iggy later for making me sit with them.
"And that's Sam- he's, like, an eight. And totally available. And totally hot. I like his hair, and he doesn't use any product, so that's a total plus, 'cuz he smells good. But his eyes are pretty okay, too, because they're a pretty blue. I don't really like his clothes, much, because they're all basically the same thing in different colors, but they're good cuts and brand; He's still hot." At this she nodded vigorously, and looked at me as if to prove her point, and make sure I got it. Unfortunately, my eyes were closed, and I missed her undoubtedly big, brown-eyed look. "Max? Max? Oh my god, Iggy, I think Max is dead." She started to hyperventilate and flap her arms around wildly, getting louder every second. "Iggy? IGGY!" How I know she was flailing about? The subtle, but still quite noticeable, sounds of smacking, and grunt of pain from Iggy's direction were a pretty good indicator.
Nudge was continuing her mini panic attack, but Iggy saved me. "Nudge, I think she's just a little . . . worn out from your talking." I cracked an eye open in time to catch him shrug and poke me in the side. When I twitched and made to slap, him he nodded and danced out of the way of my incoming fist. "Yup, that's-"
He was cut off here, though, because Nudge squealed loudly and pointed. "Look Max, look!" I unwillingly opened my eyes to look where she was pointing. A tall boy with olive toned skin and hair that black like silk and fell into a curtain in front of his face stood in the lunch line, getting his pizza. (Cheese, if you were wondering.) The one of his eyes that I could see as he turned to walk past our table to his table was a deep black pool that swirled with mystery. His face was a mask of no emotion as he walked to a table across the way where my step-sisters sat with some other people, hands shoved deep into his pockets and walking tall. All the girls he passed stopped and waved hi to him, and the ones that he responded to blushed and turned to their friends, giggling. One girl, with fire red hair, freckles all over her face, enough clothing on to barely make a napkin, and heels the size of my face, tapped his shoulder and waited while her turned so he was facing her—and me. He listened silently to what she was saying, nodding once in a while. As his eyes slipped over to the doorway, his eyes passed right over my head, and to Iggy. He excused himself from the girl, and headed over to us.
"Hey, Igs." He bumped fists with the blonde boy, and then glanced down at me. "Who's the tag along?" He turned to look at me, and smirked, tipping his head in acknowledgement. I glared at him as soon as he did so, and his smirk just grew. I recognized him as the kid from PE, the one who had beat me by a second. My eyes narrowed, shooting him a Glare of Doom. He didn't flinch, but simply shook his hair in front of his face.
"Max. We've met." I answered before Iggy could, still shooting lasers at him through my face.
"I know. The question was rhetorical." His smirk grew, and he turned away from me, facing Iggy. "I've got to go, but meeting after school." He nodded to Iggy, send a last smug smile my way, and traipsed on over to the table where my stepsisters- and now the red-haired wonder- were.
Then Nudge was shaking me. "Max, Max! ZOMG, Fang just smirked at you." When I didn't seem to get it, just blinking at her, she went on. "Fang, like, the hottest guy ever? The richest guy ever? The all-around guy. . . ever?" I blinked—that last part didn't really make sense to me, but then again, this was Nudge; you never knew what to expect. "That's, like, huge!" she went on, stared wide-eyed at me, her mouth opened into an 'o' of shock. "He never shows any emotion, like, ever! And you just got a smirk!" I just wasn't' really getting it, but I shrugged and nodded to placate her. (That way, hopefully she'd stop talking sooner. Although, the chances of that are close to zero- why do I even bother trying?)
This, thought, didn't really seem to work out because Nudge started talking again. "Aaaaanyways, you should totally, like, talk to him! I mean, if he'll talk to you. " She furrowed her brow, looking down. "Hey, weren't you and him-" at that point she was cut off (thankfully) by her phone vibrating in her pocket. She looked at the screen for the caller ID, (some person named 'Angel') and said, "I have to take this, sorry!" before picking it up and wandered away, blabbering into the small device like her life depended upon it. I moved my hand up to scratch a pesky bugbite that had appeared on my face this morning, but instantly regretted it.
Remember how I told you that I sometimes rubbed my hands raw from all this cleaning? Well, this was one of those times. Not only did agitate my not even halfway healed wounds, but it allowed Iggy to see my bandaged hands. I had done my best through the day to keep my bandaged hands out of the way of his (or anyone's) sight, and up until this point I had been successful. Although Iggy wasn't really paying attention to me, staring at a point a bit above my head with an odd expression on his face, my wince of pain and loud swear of "Shit!" sure got his attention fast.
His eyes narrowed as they took in my carefully bandaged hands. ". . . what happened, Max?" His tone was carefully neutral. I could tell he was comparing my bandaged hands and my appearance (and then quick disappearance) at my step-moms house last night, trying to find an explanation that tied the two together somehow.
I was used to lying through my teeth about things that went on, so it came naturally to me to calmly roll out the answers that had worked countless times before. "I fell, scraped my hands up on the sidewalk. My mom insisted that I bandage them, because she's some freak about health and germs." I firmly focused on his eyebrows, not quite looking him in the eyes, but not looking purposefully away.
Iggy furrowed his brow, thinking. ". . . but you don't want them bandaged. You don't think it's necessary." I blinked at him, my eyes slipping down to actually meet his light blue eyes with my brown ones.
Cautiously I nodded my head. ". . . yeah, that's right. Why?"
After a second of hesitation and thought, Iggy finally spoke. "Why not take them off when she's not here? She'll never have to know. Besides, you don't seem like one to follow rules you don't agree with." The look in his eyes was challenging- and it made me freeze, and take a sharp intake of breath. Nobody had ever questioned me like this before- of course, why would they? They had all either trusted me or been to afraid to inquire more. Iggy, though, was too smart for that, or maybe way to stupid, and didn't seem to be afraid of me in the least.
"Because I'd feel bad." It was only thanks to my practice with the lies that I was able to keep my head straight. Admittedly, that answer was weak, but it worked. "I'll know, I mean." I added on at the end as an afterthought. My palms had begun to sweat- thanks to the gauze on my hands, he couldn't see.
Eyes still narrowed, Iggy nodded slowly. "Alright, Max." He stood, suddenly, and picked up his bag. "Sorry to ditch you like this, but I should be going- not that I don't want to hang around, but I have a class soon." He made a face down at me. "Trig, bleh." His nose wrinkled, he continued on as he walked away. "Hate the teacher, he smells like salami and gumballs." I snorted lightly, watching as he gave me one last calculating look before heading off to his class.
As soon as he was out of sight, I groaned, returning to my original position with my head on the table.
SEX
Now that I have your attention, all of the following AN is rather important, so go ahead and read it. kThanks!
(ALSO, you guys are welcome to ask me any questions you like, whether or not they pertain to the story, because I'll answer basically anything.)
I have two new story ideas, and expect at least one chapter of each to be up sometime within the next three weeks. But, knowing me, that's /probably/ not going to happen, but I promise I'll try my best! (woot woot!)
Now, I need help deciding on this. I have an original idea that I've been sitting on for a while- only problem is that it's based on music (song fic) so I couldn't find a way to produce it into a novel, what with all the songs I'd need to get the go-ahead to use from the artist before I could. Two problems- the first is that I might not be able to part with my original character for Max (because I had this all planned out before I thought about making it a fic.). Second is that it's going to be stretching the boundaries of what I could do with Maximum Ride. Time to answer two questions for me, either in a PM or in your review! (you know you're secretly excited)
Firstly, if I published the /original/ story (with my own characters) would you guys be interested in reading it if I posted it on fictionpress?
Secondly, would you be interested in that if I posted it on here /with/ all the MR characters?
Thirdly, there's a poll on my page that YOU NEED TO GO VOTE ON for your favorite ideas. :D
-So, I brought home my water polo ball, and was pumping it (which just means that when you move your arm back to throw, you move your elbow and your wrist like you would throw the ball, but instead of following through, you just set it back down with your wrist) all day long, and my dog comes over and thinks it hers. So now, I walk around the house pumping the ball and my dog just walks after me staring at it.
Review Response Time!
-MydniteShadow1996
Angel comes in a bit in this chapter, and a bit more in the next few, but she'll be here! She's not a main-role character in this story, though. Iggy's not blind, but I'm considering having him go blind, though that unlikely. No wings, for sure- this is an AH story.
Gleeker67-
Thanks!
Tri-Sierra-Tops-
Firstly, I love your username xD
Secondly; Thanks you! Ella's mean because Brigid has a. . . special role in this story. (I ain't tellin'!)
xXjaziXx-
FAH I love that idea jieoijewfjejo I AM USING THAT as object ONE, BRO.
-you get a high five and a sticker. Go you!-
Anna Ride-
I'm going to use this as object TWO, congrats!
-cake or a cookie? Your pick.-
iADOREyoy-
Okay, this is going to be long xD
First, let me start of by saying you're absolutely right- I should update a hell of a lot faster. I love all my reviewers, because I write this story for them. Having said this, though, I am an /extremely/ busy person. I have waterpolo practice from 4:30 until 7:00pm everyday except Sunday, (fun fact! I burn up to 4,500 calories a day!) and games most weekends and some weekdays. I have six classes, and go to a school that's famous (around the area) for the amount of homework that it gives. I keep two blogs, and am also the assistant stage manager for our schools play. In short, I'm booked. Whenever I have free time, I'm always at the computer. But, for me, writing is a fun thing, and something that I don't just give out when it's less than what I expect of myself, which is really why it takes so long. I try to go as fast as I can, but it does take a bit to long, and I agree with you on that. My new goal is an update a month, at the least- you have my express permission to nag me until I complete that. Deal?
Black Hawk1234-
Thanks! I always love it when fellow writers like my works, it makes me feel like I've achieved that little something extra, you know?
Hah, there's actually a funny story about my username- It was going to be Velvet Night, but when I searched it up (although there was nobody with the same name) there were a lot of Velvet something or others. I wanted the named to still be Velvet Night, but I wanted myself (and others) to be able to easily find me on search, so I added another 'e' into Velvet, and viola! Velevet Night was BORN!
Timmons1998-
I went and looked at your story, and it's good! Although, one thing- don't take your worth from me, because no matter what I (or anyone) says, you're worthy.
And than you for your kind words n_n they mean a lot to me.
Until next time guys, and. . .
REVIEW!