I just finished the last chapter of the story. *wipes away tears* You guys are going to hate me at the end of it. And you might cry. I'll post an excerpt of it at the end of this chapter. There will be a sequel, just telling you now. Anyway, now I must write all the chapters in between.
Also….. *screams at the top of my lungs* AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Did any of you read the ending to Fang?
Really? Me neither.
Not the point. Point is, it's *SPOILER ALERT* rumored that Fang leaves Max!
*screams again* I KNOW!!!!!
Now, if you HAVE read Fang, please leave me in peace and do not say if it is true or not. Please let me slowly die away with anticipation of the book to see if I'll cry or not.
After all, I have to have a better reason other than, "I have to get the book, it's titled Fang. Who wouldn't get it?" to buy the book. So, let me use the suspension as a reason.
Thank you. Anyway….
Questions:
1. nm-maximumride4eva: Who wants to kill Max and Fang? A very old 'friend.' Is it an old enemy? Yep. Is this fic like the immortals series? *thinks about it* Eh….kinda. Once the story progresses on, you will see some similarities in it, but in the whole scheme of things, they are very much different. What will Fang say to her? Information that will be disclosed in this awesome chapter. Where's Max's mom? …..Wandering.
2. Fangxxmylove: Answer to all your questions (you have too many to list xD), You'll find out soon enough. *takes your flavored sugar stash and hides it under my bed.* No more sugar for you ^^
And this is a shout out to AndThenItBegan. I forgot to give you a shout out before, but thank you so much for that review! It means a lot to me.
You know those fleeting thoughts spinning around your brain every time you read this fanfic? Ask the little thoughts- set them free.
Disclaimer: Is J.P a teenage girl with long brown hair and green eyes and a bad attitude? I didn't think so.
MPOV
We broke out into the cold September air and huddled close for some warmth. Ever since we left the bar, we had been silent. Both of us had things on our minds. The number one thing occupying my mind was that guy, Adam. I cannot believe I did that, even now. I mean, I saw some logic in it in the beginning, but what bout after I was done searching for my mom? I could've pushed him away right then and there. It was almost as if a… force was compelling me to stay there, to forget Ella, to forget Angel. Did someone spike my drink? No, I didn't have a drink. God, this is frustrating!
"Max?" Ella asked hesitantly.
"Yeah?"
"What was up with the guy?"
I bit my lip. "Honestly, Ell, I don't know. I used him to get in the middle of the dance floor, and then…I just couldn't leave. I don't know what it was."
"Okay, but I'm telling you right now, that man was a whore."
"Yes, that was one big man-whore."
We cracked up laughing and talked about lighter subjects the rest of the way home.
There was an irritating beeping sound in the back of my head.
That's your alarm clock, my conscience told me.
I groaned up and pressed the button to shut it off. Then I grudgingly got up and made my way down the stairs.
Ella was already at the table eating dry cereal. "Morning," she called.
"No milk?" I asked.
"Nope. The whole house is practically empty. Today's grocery day."
I sighed. "I'll pick something up after school. Can you walk home with J.J today?"
"Sure."
"Okay. Car leaves in thirty minutes. Be ready."
"Since when do you care about getting to school early."
"Since today." I smacked her lightly upside the head. "Now let's go."
I took the stairs two-at-a-time. Did I really care about getting to school on time? No. If I was being honest with myself, I just wanted to see Fang.
What? Is there something wrong with wanting to see my sweetie-
WHOA! WHOA! What?! WHAT?! Something is seriously messed up in my head….
I shook my thoughts away and shut my door, looking at my closet and dreading having to pick out an outfit.
Maybe I wouldn't have to….
"Hey Ella…."
* * *
Me ish das zehr uncomfortable. (That means I'm very uncomfortable in German, and with my own little twist xD) ((And no, I don't know if I spelled it right.))
I climbed out of the car and tugged down my shorts self-consciously.
Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. What am I wearing? Is it something girly? Max, what the hell is wrong with you?!
I'm wearing basketball shorts. Not that bad, but still. Maximum Ride does not do shorts. (And not in the way, you sickly-minded people!)
No, it's not girly. Honestly, I thought you'd all know me better. It's simply shorts people. Let. It. Go.
WHAT?! What did I do?! (You all look at me pointedly) What?! God! I swear, you people are all insane!
Or maybe I'm insane. After all, I'm having a conversation inside my head while walking through the hallways of school.
Yeah. I'm insane.
Sighing, I got to my locker and took out some books, shoving them into the plain black bag I had. Slamming my locker shut, I headed off to advanced history with Mr. X. (That's such a cool name… Wait. Max. No conversations with yourself…)
So I'm sure you're all probably wondering how I got myself into advance history, right? I mean, that's a hard class to get into. But, I have a 'gift' as Mr. X calls it. I can date back to some centuries ago and know everything as if I was digging it up from memory. Though, that'd be totally impossible.
Right?
Right.
Mr. X looked up from his papers as I walked in the door. "Well, well, well. Maximum Ride, early to my class." He started clapping. "Well done, Ms. Ride."
"Cause I'm such a lady," I muttered, walking to my seat.
First period dragged by in a blur of hilarious comments from Mr. X, a few detentions from note passing, and a couple of worksheets. I had second period with Fang.
Ms. Carp was writing down a heavy math equation as I entered the room, three minutes late. She glanced at me. Kind of. It was more of a disguised dirty look.
"Ms. Ride, I really don't feel like dealing with you today. Just take a seat in the back next to Mr. Xavier and try not to fall asleep."
I saluted her. "Yes Ma'am."
I walked as slowly as possible to my seat, just cause I love to annoy Ms. Carp. She rolled her eyes as I dramatically plopped loudly into my seat and made a big show of not being able to find a pencil.
"Oh, well, would you look at that? I forgot my pencil! My pencil! Oh, how will I go on?!" I got a couple fake tears to run down my cheeks, and I fanned my face with my hand. Students around me tried to smother their laughs at my dramatics. "And, there I was, thinking the both of us had something special. But apparently not, considering he just left me here to shrivel up and die! Donny," I called, looking up at the ceiling, as if looking up to the heavens above. "Why? Why?! Why did you do this, Donny?!" Numerous kids in the room lost their tight hold on their laughs, causing the room to erupt with laughter.
"Here, Max. I've got a brand-new pencil for you, right here." Fang waved a pencil in front of my face and I made a grab for it as if it was my life hanging by its toes.
"THANK GOD! I thought I was going to DIE there, for a second!"
Ms. Carp rapped a ruler on her desk multiple times, getting hold of the class once more.
"Okay, Maximum. Since you seem to have such a fondness of the theater, I hope you won't minding serving out my multiple detentions in the school play!"
I choked on my own spit. "Whaaaat?"
She nodded. "That's right. I'll be notifying Mrs. Bray of her newest, most enthusiastic member today. Have fun in the theater, Max."
Throwing an evil smile at me, Ms. Carp turned back to the board and I slouched in my seat, pissed-freaking-off.
"Max." I looked over at Fang. "Don't worry. I'll be there for you."
Realizing what he meant, I leaned back in my seat, grinning. Thank God I have Fang there for me. But… how was he going to get into the play?
Fang took his cell phone out of his pocket and put on "The Sharpest Lives," by My Chemical Romance. He started singing along with the lyrics,
"Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own-" Sadly, that's as far as he got before Ms. Carp turned and shouted. "Theater detention for you, too, Mr. Xavier!"
Huffing, Ms. Carp turned back to her board, finishing up the problem.
So that was how he would do it.
