Ok. Just saying one thing here. Yes, I do update fast. But the 2nd chappy was made the day before and I forgot to update it. Also, I like to update everyday because It gives me something to do after school Plus, I hate it when a cliffy is there and people wait 6 or 7 days just to add another chapter again. Soooooo, this is so you can read the story with ease knowing a new chapter will be posted the next day and not the next week. Oh and this story will be about 45-50 chapters with 1,000 to sometimes 2,000 words a chappie. Thanx to all my readers so far! I really appreciate the great comments! So, without further ado...CHAPTER 4! Enjoy!
I climbed up the side of my house, trying to reach for the window. Jeb never gave me a key so it was hard to actually get in the house. My unkempt nails clinged to the side of the wooden building, digging into the rotting, moldy surface.
After that fiasco with Nick at lunch, I walked out of the school building. Just like that. It's quite funny actually that no one, not even the staff, noticed I was gone.
Sighing, I grasped the metal corners of the window seal. The freezing surface numbed the tips of my fingers but I still continued on trying to break in my own house. God, I hope the neighbors don't take this the wrong way.
But with my horrific luck, the window didn't budge. I grunted loudly with frustration, noticing how far up I was. My heart pounded loudly and I felt my leg twitch from anxiousness. I was stuck. On my window seal. In the freezing cold of winter.
Snowflakes latched themselves onto my eyelashes, making my vision teary and blurry. I lifted my finger from my pockets and wiped my face off, spreading the artificial tears on my face around my rosy cheeks. White snow was strewn across my lawn, the graceful snowflakes dancing slowly out of the sky.
Out of the distance, I heard a grunting machine. The smell of oil filled my nostrils, me bolting upright swiftly. The bus.
The yellow vehicle strode up to the solar-powered, red stop sign, opening its creaky doors and letting groups of students out. Through the corner of my eye, I noticed Lissa and her band of dimwits giggling furiously trying to get the attention of Dylan, our school's best football player. But he just looked at them, cringed his nose, and turned away. Rejected.
Through all the people on the bus, only one stood out. The boy who had passed me a couple napkins during lunch. His vivid, blue eyes shone brightly even under the gloomy, winter skies. His hair a familiar strawberry-blonde color. I caught his attention for a single second before he turned away quickly and ran to his house on the other side of the street. Looks like he actually did know about social suicide.
I eventually grew bored of trying to guess the people's names that ejected out of the bus, turning around on the ledge of the window so I could try to get in a resting position. Slowly closing my eyes, I was surprised to hear a clang of a ladder hitting the pipe on the ledge of my roof.
"Looks like someone needs a little help." Turning around, I found a familiar smirk of a boy whom I hated. Grunting in reply, I heard a chuckle emit from his lips as he turned to me and held out his hand. Slapping it away and ignoring his annoyed expression, I hurriedly climbed down the titanium surface.
The minute I hit the cold snowy ground, I ran to my front door, shaking the knob violently. But the door didn't even move an inch. "You make it so hard to be nic-" He saw me shaking the brass handle, coming closer to where I was standing.
"You don't have a key?" No duh, Sherlock. But instead, I shook my head signaling 'no'.
"Geez what's wrong with your parents." I gasped, catching the attention of the shadow. Suddenly, a picture of my mom came to my mind, filling my brain with the loving memories of the times we spent together.
Then I saw Jeb. The broken beer bottle glimmering in the light. The leather whip puncturing my skin. And blood. My blood. Spread across the tile floors of my bedroom. And he-he was laughing. I dropped to the ground, my hands covering my face, and started sobbing. My head was throbbing inside my beaten and bruised skull, lips producing loud cries.
Fang quickly kneeled down by my side and shook my arms . He probably thought I was crazy. If he only knew...No, he could never know. "Max? Max! Are you okay! What did I do? I'm sorry if I-"
I lifted my tear-stained face, meeting obsidian eyes. Looking at him, I shook my head. He lifted his thumbs to my cheeks and wiped across my face horizontally, collecting all the excess tears strewn across. His thumb rested at the end of my cheek for a minute before pulling away slowly.
"You can-uh, You can come to my place till' your parents get home or...whatever." Chuckling slightly, I nodded, seeing his happy face grow a large smile. I stood up, him copying my actions.
"Can you write down why you won't talk to me?" I shook my head, gaze set on the snow crunching below my shoes.
"Can you say 'Hello' to me?" Again, shaking my head.
"Do you trust me?" I hesitated for a moment, and in response, shook my head once more.
"I understand. But soon, Maximum Ride, you will come to trust me and I will be the first to hear you say hello. Mark my words. For I shall not fail!" He shouted the last part, accentuating how determined he was for his little 'project'.
In front of Nick's house
"Welcome to my humble abode, milady." He rested his hand on my back as I shook my shoulders violently and walked away from him.
"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" I smirked while he was in the corner hanging up his coat, moping and groaning.
"You can sit on the couch and watch TV. I'll get some food." I nodded quickly, walking on the shiny wooden floors of his house. Then the bell of the doorbell rang through the house, echoing as the sound faded away.
Nick walked up to the door and pulled it open. A sudden, nasally scream emerged from the doorstep. "Maximum Ride?! What are you doing here. Nick, kick her out!" I listened closely, expecting him to sternly ask me to leave. But he just stood there, glaring at Lissa and her red-haired head.
"You leave. I invited Max over." She squealed loudly, her followers gasping along with her. My eyes widened in surprise, not expecting Fang to stand up for me. Especially to his own friends.
"What? You invited her over? What about us? What about me!"
"Lissa." He sighed exasperatedly. "There is no us. We were never an us. Now get out before I call the cops." She gasped loudly, tears streaming down her face. Then, Nick pushed them out and shut the door in her face. Oooh. Rejected twice today.
"Geez." He looked over at me, concert fogging up the obsidian of his eyes.
"You know you aren't trash like they think you are, right?" His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes never leaving my face.
I grabbed a small notepad near me and wrote a small note down for him to read. 'Yeah, but you always thought so before too.' And with that he left me to watch Spongebob Squarepants alone, charging up to his room.