A/n Ahhh so many reviews! You guys are awesome! Anyway I have an important question Niggy or Eggy? Review with opinions!
Anonymoushairbrush: Hmm this idea has possibilities... I may be taking a visit to Sea world soon...
CrazyNerdyFangirl: Justine... Hmm this name gives me many ideas ;)
ellabella89: I probably will do more in his POV
Accomplishing the first task on my master plan (interrogating Sam) was actually rather easy. All it took was two tall muscular friends and some duct tape.
I got Iggy and Fang to grab Sam after class and bring him to Fang's room (It was the plainest and therefore the best for interrogations.) We tied him to a chair with some of Nudge and Angels belts, then duct-taped his hands and feet together. He looked pissed off which pretty much made my day.
"So Sam do you know why you're here?" I asked sounding like a total badass mobster who was about to kill some guy. He stayed silent and I felt myself smile. This was going to be fun. I had convinced the guys to let me do the interrogating. I lounging on Fang's desk, preparing to get some information out of Sam. Iggy, Fang, and Gazzy were leaning against the wall and watching me with big grins on their faces (well except for Fang, but he never smiles so he doesn't exactly count.)
"Then I will tell you why you're here." I said with a grin, "You're here because you have information and we need information." I stood up from my perch and walked towards the chair he was tied to, leaning down over him in a menacing fashion. My hair fell in his face and I heard an audible gasp.
He recovered fairly quickly from my up-closeness then just looked at me, glaring, but didn't say a word. He was still all beat up from Fang's little episode and every time I looked at the giant bruise over his left eye I felt like cracking up. But I couldn't start laughing because I was being all badass and intimidating so I could scare the shit out of Sam.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," I said, flexing my hand underneath the fingerless leather gloves I was wearing. There were little silver studs over the knuckles, so I could pack a hell of a punch. I really loved these things and had been dying for a chance to use them ever since I got them a couple schools back.
"I wont tell you anything." he snarled, but the effect was ruined by his voice cracking at the end.
"I was hoping you would say that." I grinned and pulled a knife from my boot, giving it a good twirl before holding it up to Sam's cheek. I pressed down, hard enough for him to feel it, but not hard enough to draw blood.
"You sure?" I breathed in one of his ears before drawing back and sending a nice punch straight to his nose.
The chair fell backwards from the momentum of the punch and I watched with satisfaction as Sam sailed backwards and landed on the floor with a large thump. Iggy and Gazzy rushed over and pulled it back upright as I stood and watched with satisfaction.
Sam's nose was bleeding pretty badly from the punch but I figured Fang's carpet was pretty dark so the blood wouldn't show.
"Fine, fine!" Sam yelled, "What do you want to know?" he asked. His eyes were watering and he looked about ready to pee himself.
"Why did you attack me?" I asked.
"They told me too! I don't know why!"
"Who is they?"
"The staff here,"
"Why would they tell you to do that?"
"I work here. My job is to knock out any kid they tell me to and bring them to the staff."
"What do they do once you bring them the kids?" I asked, giving him my signature death glare.
"I don't know," he said. I raised the knife again and was startled by a bright flash coming from my right side. I turned around, knife still raised, and was confronted by Iggy with a camera. He snapped another picture the grinned and waltzed out of the room. Huh, that was weird. I lowered the knife then turned back and continued my questioning.
"Why did you ask me out if you were supposed to bring me to the staff here?"
"Cuz you're hot." he said with a smirk. That got him another punch. This time it was his unbruised eye.
"Why would they hire a kid like you?" I asked.
"My dad works for the main guy here and they needed somebody who was the right age to blend in here."
"What's in the storage building?"
"I don't know."
The rest of the interrogation went pretty much the same way. I didn't get anything useful out of Sam, but I didn't end up hurting him any more either. We ended up letting him out about an hour later. He had a billion death threats towards him if he told anyone about our meeting today and by the slightly greeninish tone of his skin I didn't think he would go blab to someone.
"Well that got us nowhere." I stated turning towards Fang and Gazzy.
"Well at least we know there is something weird about the teachers." Gazzy remarked.
"I guess…" I said as I opened the door. "We're meeting at one to go check out the storage building right."
"Yep," Gazzy said.
"Kay see you guys then," I murmured with a small wave before I exited their room and headed out towards my own.
I was greeted by three very happy looking teens clustered in front of my doorway. Iggy , Nudge, and Angel were all standing there grinning like idiots.
"Okay what did you sabotage in my room?" I asked, glaring at each of them in turn.
"We didn't destroy anything, Max. We just made a few slight improvements." Nudge said still grinning like an idiot.
"What exactly did you 'improve'" I asked suspiciously. I narrowed my eyes and settled my gaze on Nudge. She was the most likely to crack under my gaze.
She gazed up at me and didn't even squirm a little bit. "Close your eyes!" she announced excitedly.
"Why on earth would I do that?" I asked.
"Just do it!" she exclaimed before running behind me and covering my eyes with her hand. It was quite the awkward position since she had to stand on her tip-toes and lean all the way over my back to reach my eyes. Her hand was pressed hard on my nose and I could faintly smell lavender lotion.
I sighed but didn't remove her hand from over my eyes. I waited a for a few more seconds while impatiently tapping my foot on the floor and drumming my fingers along my thigh. I heard the sound of paper ripping and crumpling and couldn't help but wonder 'what the hell are they doing?"
A few seconds later and then Nudge's hand was removed from my face. I blinked a few times and turned my gaze towards the door to my room and was attacked by a pissed off chick with a chainsaw.
Okay it wasn't actually some chick with a chainsaw. It was a picture of one, me to be exact. It was obviously the picture Iggy had just snapped of me, the one wear I had help the knife up ready to attack him.
Obviously, it had been photoshoped to turn the knife into a chainsaw since I had no knowledge of being photographed while attacking somebody with a chainsaw. Then again if I had been attacking somebody with a chainsaw I probably wouldn't be concerned about the fact that someone was taking a picture of me. I would be more worried about sawing some person in half.
Anyway, on my door was a giant life-size poster of me holding up a chainsaw with a very pissed-off expression on my face. I had a ferocious smile and I looked pretty damn scary. My eyes had been changed to a glowing red and fangs had been added into my smile. I looked like evil vampire-Max with a chainsaw. Basically it was every 17 year-old violent trouble-making girl's fantasy.
The background had been transformed from Fang's room into a giant explosion and about halfway down the door "enter if you dare" was written in bloody letters which just added to the overall epicness of the door.
"It's awesome guys!" I exclaimed as I ran my finger along the edge of door. The poster fit the front of the door perfectly and they must have used some sort of adhesive to get it to stick to the door because I couldn't see any tape.
"You haven't even seen the best part!" Nudge exclaimed before she threw the door open to reveal a giant poster of Miley Cyrus.
"What are you smoking?" I asked on impulse before she held up several darts in one hand.
"It's your new dartboard!" she yelled.
"That's awesome Nudge," I said "Thanks you guys so much!"
I gave the three of them hugs before kicking them out so I could enjoy my dartboard in peace. Five hours and about a billion darts later Miley was sufficiently holey and it was time for me to get ready.
My mood immediately turned from playfully-violent to serious as I pulled out some black under armor that I like to refer to as ninja-clothing. I dressed and got ready to go meet up with the guys. Hopefully things would go better this time around.
A/n Today I will rant about nerd-children. I have nothing against normal nerds. In fact I, at times, can be nerdy. What I hate are nerd children who are perky and happy at SCHOOL of all places. They are uber smart and show off their knowledge like they are the smartest person in the world making the rest of us feel like totall dumbshits. I call them nerd-children because they tend to be short and hunched over from carrying oversized backpacks and they look like they belong in the fourth grade. You can tell if someone in your class is a nerd child if they A) Enjoy school, B) Enjoy learning, C) Take notes on the first day of school, or D) talk about educational topics when not required. As you can see I started school yesterday and I had class with a nerd-child who annoyed the hell out of me. Rant over. Review?