Chapter four
Maya POV
"Max, you're picking. Why are you picking?" Ella asked, noticing the very silent band member. Nudge instantly stopped her endless babble (thank God) and we turned our attention to my twin.
"I was just thinking about that Fang guy. He didn't come to school today." We all shared a look.
"Max dear, why are you so worried about a guy we just met? Especially a guy that happens to have a girlfriend?" She shrugged looking down at her salad like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"I don't know. I just am." I wrapped my arms around her.
"It's ok, Max. I understand. He is awfully cute." She smiled and looked up at me.
"That he is."
"Oh, has Maxie developed a crush on my boyfriend?" a sugary sweet voice said behind me and sister. We swiveled around in our seats and crossed our arms.
"If I have, it's none of your business, Red."
"What are you doing over here anyway? Loser girls sit all the way over there with the nerds and Goths," Angel said.
"I happen to be dating the hottest and most popular boy in the school!"
"That don't mean squat if you don't have the credentials to back it up," Nudge replied sweetly.
"It means a heck of a lot more than being new here." We laughed.
"Who do you think we are, the Jonas Brothers? (AN: don't take that the wrong way. I ADORE the JB.) We are MENAM, the hottest sensations in the WORLD. We shouldn't even be talking to wannabes like you."
"You think you're all that just because you LOOK like them? Ain't no way in hell you're the actual MENAM: you can't even sing."
"You bring your guitar, twin?" Max asked me. I nodded, and both of us pulled our guitars out. The others followed suit and pulled out their instruments (Ella has a small keyboard and Angel has a little drum set).
"Who wants a little song, eh?!" The cafeteria erupted into cheers as Max and I jumped onto our table. The others cleared it off before playing the opening notes of Single Ladies by Beyoncé.
(Bold: me; italics:Max; bold and italics: me and Max; underlined: Angel, Nudge, and Ella; bold, italics, and underlined: all; normal: normal)
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
All the single ladies
Now put your hands up
Up in the club, just woke up
Doing my own little thang
You decided to dip; now you wanna trip
Cause another brotha noticed me
I'm up on him, he up on me
Don't pay him any attention
Cause I cried my tears for three good years
Can't get mad at me
Cause if you like it then you should've put a ring on it
If you like it you should've put a ring on it
Don't be mad at what you see right here on it
Cause if you like it then you should've put a ring on it
As we sang the song, Max and I slid all along the table, playing the guitar and dancing. People had started to crowd around our table, so when we were done, we decided to crowd surf. I lay back with my hands behind my head and my legs crossed. Max surfed beside me as we floated on students' hands.
"So, I guess this pretty much proves that we're MENAM, don't you think twin?"
"I believe so." We high fived and ended our surf at our table. We raised an eyebrow at Lissa and her friends.
"So, Red, I think being famous pretty much trumps your boyfriend card. Now, bye bye. We don't have time to chill with low lives like you."
She huffed and stormed off with her friends, muttering something about revenge. As we put away our guitars, I saw something flash behind Max's eyes. There must be more to her feelings for Fang than she's letting on, and I'm determined to find out what.
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