Hello everyone. I know. It's been a year. I started this fanfic last summer, and I neglected it over the school year. I decided to continue writing because I finally have time, and I felt like I had a responsibility to finish what I started ;)
So, thanks to everyone who reviewed and encouraged me to put up more chapters. Love you all! :D I hope you enjoy Chapter 4!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maximum Ride or any of its characters; James Patterson does. This fanfic was inspired by the KDrama, Boys Over Flowers.
Max POV
Ah, sweet, sweet 6th hour. Only one more hour of school to go. After that horrifying lock down drill with Iggy, it was a relief to head to art.
I entered the zen art room; it had tons of green foliage around the corners of the room, and elegant blue streamers lacing the ceiling. The teacher, Ms. Audrey, even put on a nature soundtrack. On a long day like this one, it was a perfect atmosphere for relaxing.
"Hello dear! Please find your name on the seating chart and have a seat," Ms. Audrey said softly.
I glanced at the old-fashioned chalkboard; I was sitting next to people named Lissa and Sam. As I moved toward the broad table, I immediately noticed Lissa's dyed bright red hair, obnoxious enough to be a traffic light. She threw me a look that basically screamed, you're a nobody and I'm fabulous.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, Sam had chestnut hair and warm hazel eyes. I plopped down on my seat and leaned back, closing my eyes for a brief moment.
The nature soundtrack filled my mind as the warm air made me sleepy… and sleepieeeeerr…
"Nap time's over, princess," a deep voice mocked as he continuously poked me in the forehead.
"Quit it, asshole!" I said, forcing my eyes open. Surprise, surprise, it's Fang. Again.
Well there goes my peaceful hour.
Fang smirked and turned to Sam and said, "Move it."
Without hesitation, Sam gathered his things and moved to the table beside ours.
"There's a seating chart, smart one," I sneered at Fang.
"Listen up Maxie. If you haven't realized, I make my own rules," Fang growled.
"So I guess there's no rule for politeness in your book then," I retorted.
"Politeness didn't get anyone anywhere in this world, Maxie," Fang smirked.
"It's Max. M. A. X.," I gritted.
"It's so great you can spell your own name. Gold star for you!" he mocked.
Next to me, Lissa giggled quietly. I whipped around and glared at her.
"Something funny?" I said sharply.
"Oh no, please do go on. It's soooo interesting listening to you argue with Fang. Fang, why do you even bother to talk to trash like her?" Lissa gushed in a nasally voice.
"The only things that should go in the trash is your fake-ass hair, bitch," I snapped.
This time, Fang started laughing quietly, and Lissa turned almost as red as her hair. I opened my mouth to tell Fang to get his ass out of my business, but Ms. Audrey clapped her hands.
"Alright class, I know you're tired after this long first day, but it's the last hour, so cheer up! I'm letting you guys know though, that I don't tolerate laziness in art. Many people take it as a blowoff class, but I'm not letting that happen. Even if you don't have any experience, I will make sure you leave this class at the end of the year filled with an appreciation for art! So for today, I'll pass out sketchbooks for everyone. For today, I'll let you guys free sketch for the whole hour. Let's get started!"
Ms. Audrey passed out our sketchbooks and every settled down and started busily sketching. The sound of pencils scratching on paper filled the room. It was completely distracting.
I sat there pencil in hand, my mind completely void of inspiration, staring blankly ahead. Suddenly, Fang's hand waved in front of my face.
"Anyone upstairs?" Fang snickered.
I shot him a glare and pretended to sketch. After five minutes of drawing random lines, I secretly peeked at Fang's sketchbook.
I could not have been more surprised. His sketch-marks were intricate and elegant, which are most definitely not adjectives that describe Fang. He was drawing an angelic-looking little girl, with beautifully-detailed dove wings. A sudden envy for his talent washed over me.
Fang POV
I could almost feel Max's eyes burning lasers into my drawing. I inwardly smirked, sensing her utter jealousy. I perfected Angel's delicate wings with a couple more strokes. I finally stopped drawing and looked over my shoulder, expecting Max to be observing my drawing. Just as I was going snap at her to look at her own sketchbook, I realized she was furiously sketching in her sketchbook. I almost laughed. She looked so cute then; her nose crinkled, mouth slightly open, and her forehead creased in concentration. Wait. Cute? God, my brain was being fried by being in school. This little shit named Max frickin' ruined my hair and my favorite t-shirt with her damned spaghetti. Time for revenge, Maxie. As they say, karma's a bitch.
Max POV
Looking at Fang's drawing, I found my inspiration. I designed my very own pair of wings; a collage of ivory, brown, and black feathers. I was so immersed in my sketching, that I didn't notice Fang open his can of cherry soda above my head, until he spilled it All. Over. Me. The class went absolutely silent. The only sound was the quiet hiss of the soda fizzing out.
"Oops," Fang leered, and Lissa started giggling quietly.
The sickly sweet smell of the soda made my stomach turn as it dripped down the strands of my hair, under my eyes, around my lips- God, it was everywhere! I looked down my ruined sketchbook. My beautiful sketch of my wings was now a large brown smudge.
Get it together Maximum Ride, I reprimanded myself. I stood up so quickly that I knocked my chair over and snapped my cool gaze toward Fang, who looked particularly smug.
Being the impulsive hormone-raged teenager that I am, I slapped him. The class collectively gasped as Fang put a hand to his cheek, his eyes widening slightly in more surprise than pain.
"What are we? Children?" I scoffed at him, "Are you seriously playing a food war with me?" I smirked at him coolly.
"You're the one who chose to play bitch first," Fang replied smugly.
"Well guess what Fangy?" I leaned toward him, so he could smell his damn soda. His obsidian eyes didn't waver once.
"You messed with the wrong bitch," I retorted as I spun on my heel, picked up my backpack and ruined sketchbook, and headed out the door. As I sauntered confidently out of the room, I slipped on soda. Yes, out of all the times in my life, it had to be this exact moment, that I fell straight onto my butt.
Half the class burst into laughter, then more kids joined in. I admit, that damaged my pride a little. I glared with hatred at Fang and Lissa and everyone who was pointing and laughing at me.
"We'll see how long you can last Max. Won't be long till the Flock runs you out of this school! I guess you missed the memo, but this school is for the elite and talented. You don't belong here Maxie!" Lissa taunted.
Good, I wanted to say to her, I don't want to be surrounded by filthy cowards like everyone at Idris High School! But the words got caught in my throat.
"Alright kids lets not get too rough-," Ms. Audrey timidly protested, but Fang cut her off.
"Just get out of here. I don't want to see your face anymore," Fang snarled.
I didn't have the energy to make a comeback, so I salvaged the little scraps of my pride that were left, and trudged out of the room.
I hid in the bathroom for the rest of 6th hour. I tried to clean the sticky soda out of my hair, making myself busy so I wouldn't tear up. I took a deep breath and stared at myself in the mirror. How could the teachers and students be so cowardly? Did the Flock really have that much influence on the whole staff and student body? Was I stupid in angering Fang and the rest of the Flock? Maybe Nudge was right; I did have a death wish. But if I was going to be tormented by the Flock, I sure as hell was not getting driven out of Idris High School without a fight.
Wooow that scene escalated quickly, but I hope you guys liked it! It took me a little while to get used to writing in Max's voice, but it was a lot of fun. I'll try to write the next chapter ASAP, but my parents want me to practice for the SAT :(
Please R&R, and tell me what you think about the story, and where you'd like to see the story go! 3
For now, the Flock (and me) say bye!
xx Jessica