A/N: It has come to my attention that it is against the rules to post song lyrics on this site. Understanding this, I have removed my songfics and will not be posting those anymore with the lyrics inside. I have also changed the first chapter of Maximum Ride of a Homeschooler so that is does not include the lyrics of Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri; it merely makes mention of the title. Feel free to look up the song; it's one of my favorites and I highly recommend it. It certainly fits my story. Enough of my ramblings,We'll see how this goes.
FANG POV
I hate her. I absolutely, positively hate her. Now I need to get revenge, MY HAIR IS STILL PINK, so, I'm just going to let her be bored to death for the next month. She told me that was how long the dye in my hair would last, so that's how long she gets to get makeovers from Ella because she's so bored. Ha, take that, Max, the-dyer-of-hair-for-no-good-reason! Yeah, I know, lame, whatever.
MAX POV
ONE MORE WEEK TILL I'M NOT GROUNDED! Well, if I don't die of boredom first. That would be inconvenient. Why am I so bored? Well, that's a good question, thank you for asking. It's because Fang has been ignoring me. See, normally, I wouldn't care. I normally couldn't care any less whether Fang wants to talk to me or not. Unless he's talking to me. Then I care, because I want him to stop.
But this time, I'm grounded, dying of boredom, and he's getting revenge for the whole pink hair thing, which was entirely his fault. Why did he even let the Red-Haired Wonder in my house anyway? Oh, you know what, it was probably so he could make out with her on my bed. Still makes me mad just thinking about it.
Then, Lissa shows up on MY doorstep yesterday, asks for FANG, and than still seems shocked when I end up punching her in the nose. Don't look so shocked. It's not like she didn't deserve it. She WAS doing it after all with the intention of rubbing Fang in my face, but I don't know why she thinks I'd care if she has Fang and I don't. I mean, he IS a great kisser, and he has ABS like a BODY BUILDER except BETTER, and he is the HOTTEST guy on the PLANET, but those are all surface things. Fang has got to be one of the shallowest people I know, surpassed only by Lissa, who only thinks of four things: Guys, her popularity status, guys, and her appearance, but that's only to get guys. I know, right?
She's absolutely infatuated with the opposite gender. Like, INFATUATED. As in, my-whole-life-revolves-around-this infatuated. I'm not kidding. She wears six-inchers as a rule, and I'm talking about the length of her skirt, not the height of her heels. Her shirt is only about six inches as well, and I love winter because it means she actually has to cover her stomach and a little more of her legs or she'd freeze to death. Winter's just awesome that way.
As for what I wear, it generally consists of a T-shirt, jeans, (regular jeans, not those skinny ones you can barely even sit down in) and a pair of beat-up sneakers. Yes, I know, I'm a fashion queen. In fact, I absolutely reek of fashion sense. Yeah, right. That would be the day.
BRING! BRING! I probably jumped about two feet in the air off my bed. What in the shrimp was that? Oh, yeah, we have a doorbell. Duh. I mean seriously. Who gets scared by their doorbell, even if they weren't expecting anyone? Me, that's who.
I ran downstairs and grabbed the end of the handrail so I could slingshot around the corner without slamming into the wall. I skidded to a stop in front of the door and opened it, belatedly realizing that I hadn't even checked to see if there was a serial killer on the other side. Of course, I probably wouldn't even be able to recognize him as a killer, but, that's not the point.
"Who're you?" I grinned. I was so funny. Fang scowled back at me, apparently catching the drift that I was pretending not to recognize him because of his pink hair. He opened his mouth to respond when I heard "Fang!" from behind me and Ella pushed me aside.
"Thank you for allowing me to stay over." Fang's deep voice rumbled from beside me. I had turned to glare at Ella and hadn't even noticed he had come inside and stood next to me. Then I absorbed his words. Staying over? Yes, Max, Ella mentioned this yesterday at dinner while you were tuning her out. Max is staying here for three weeks while his family goes on vacation. He's not going because he doesn't want to. "What!?" I shrieked. "I did not agree to this!" Ella looked at me patiently, and her tone when she spoke was patronizing.
"Yes, Max, you did. I asked you last night at dinner, and you said, 'Yeah, sure, whatever you want.' and I want Fang to stay over. We're going to spend Christmas together!" I turned the almost-full force of my death glare on her and she flinched. I could feel Fang trying to hold in his laughter and rolled my eyes. Well, this would be fun. I get to spend Christmas with my dad who ignores me except for when I do something wrong, (he would be home in two days) my sister who deliberately went behind my back (she knew I wasn't listening) to invite over the other person I'm spending with, the-one-whom-I-hate-and-hates-me-back. Yes, this would be loads of fun.
