OK! Third chapter today…I can't stop writing!!! Maybe this isn't good.

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Nightwings93

Iggy POV: Chapter 11

"This has Max written all over it," I hissed under my breath to Gazzy as we cleaned up the mess.

"I told you we would get it later," Gazzy replied.

"No, this seriously has her name on it!" I muttered holding up a piece of scrap metal. 'Max' was etched in about a dozen times.

"Oh," Gazzy mumbled and went back to cleaning.

"Need some help?" Ella asked.

I looked up and smiled at her, "No, thanks. We got this."

Ella got down on her hands and knees anyway. "Too bad, I'm helping."

I began to protest but Gazzy cut in, "Shut up, Iggy. Since when were you chivalrous?"

I glared at Gazzy but shut up. Ella giggled and I was enthralled. It was such a cute giggle.

"So, this was Max's doing?" Ella asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "Wanna help us get her back?"

Ella shrugged. "Why not, could be fun."

"Excellent," Gazzy and I chorused.

Let the prank war begin.

Max POV:

"That was amazing!" I laughed.

"You guys are gonna get it, you know that right?" Kyle asked.

Fang shrugged. "Whatever. Hey, Max, I brought my lap-top. Let's put it on Youtube."

"Good idea!" I exclaimed.

Fang, Kyle, and I exited the scene of the crime and walked over to one of the many benches in the quad. "Hey, Kyle," I started while we waited for the video to upload, "why don't you join our team. I'm sure this is gonna turn into a prank war, and I know Iggy will get Ella to help them out."

Kyle shrugged, "I'd rather be Switzerland in this battle."

"Nope. No choice. You're on our side," I said ignoring Kyle's request.

Kyle sighed and nodded. Hee hee…no one can go against the will of Maximum Ride! Whoa, that was kind of evil sounding. Maybe I should channel my energy into ruling the world. Yeah, I'd be a bomb dictator.

"Uh oh," I heard Fang say. "She's getting that far off look in her eye. She wants to take over the world. C'mon Kyle. Let's get her to poetry before she enslaves all the free peoples of Middle Earth (AN: reference to Lord of the Rings…I'm a total LOTR junkie)."

Kyle and Fang dragged me to Poetry as I started telling them my plans to enslave the world.

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As we entered Poetry class, I ditched the idea of becoming dictator and became myself again. Why the sudden attitude change? I'll tell you why. Ari is in my poetry class. I fixed him with a cold glare and found a seat as far away as possible. Kyle and Fang sat on either side of me and glared at Ari, too. It looks like Kyle knows Ari and doesn't like him either.

"Hey, I know you two!" a voice squealed from the front.

Lord, shoot me now. I looked to the front of the room and sure enough my worst fears were confirmed. It was Lissa who had squealed at me and Kyle.

"Slut alert on aisle 9," I muttered to Kyle and Fang. They both sniggered.

"Oh, but I don't know you," Lissa said going into slut mode. She bent over the chair in front of us and batted her eyes as Fang. "I'm Lissa."

Fang's eyes bugged out of his head, and he turned his face away. "I'm Nick," Fang muttered.

I looked at him and smirked. He gave his real name. Not his nickname. He really didn't like this girl.

"It's really nice to meet you, Nick," Lissa said pushing her boobs out even more.

Fang and Kyle both kept their eyes on me. They both looked really uncomfortable. Suddenly, and idea popped into my head. I dug a piece of paper out of my bag and a paper clip.

I reached forward and paper-clipped my paper to Lissa's top so it covered her boobs. "Let's try and keep it PG, okay, Lissa?" I ridiculed.

Lissa turned as red as her hair and tore the paper off. "Uggghh," she shrieked angrily as she stalked over to Ari and sat next to him.

I did a little finger wave at Lissa and laughed. Damn straight! Stay away from my men, you slut! Oh wait; did I just say my men? I totally meant my friends.

Kyle and Fang were both chuckling, and I smiled at both of them. Okay, so maybe poetry would be a fun class after all.

"C'mon Fang!" I urged. He was packing his stuff after talking with our poetry teacher on the poem about The Lady of Shalott. "We have to get to choir!"

"Ok, ok!" Fang said slinging his bag onto his shoulder. "Bye, Kyle!" he called as we rushed out the door.

"See ya, Kyle!" I yelled right before slipping down the hall with Fang.

Fang and I sprinted to choir and made it with 2 minutes to spare. Mrs. Scott was just starting the class as we barreled in.

"So nice of you to join us," Mrs. Scott said in a light voice. Apparently, it didn't phase her that we were late. I liked her already. "I assume you are Nicholas Martinez and Maximum Ride."

We both nodded because we were out of breath. Mrs. Scott smiled. "Go ahead and take a seat. I was just about to test everyone's ranges."

Fang and I nodded again and took two seats next to each other in the back.

"Alright, who wants go first?" Mrs. Scott asked. Someone in front shot their hand up so fast I'm not sure she even did it. "Okay, please stand and tell me your name."

"Brigid, and I'm a soprano," The perky blonde stated.

I turned and looked at Fang. "This should be interesting" I whispered. He smirked in response.

"Okay, well, I just want to know what notes you have. Just sing on 'Ah,'" Mrs. Scott instructed. Brigid squared her shoulder and stood up straight. "I'm starting you on the G above middle C. We'll go up then move down, okay?"

Brigid nodded her perky little blonde head. I really don't like this girl. Brigid started her 'ah,' and I hated her even more. He voice was actually pretty. No, scratch that, it was beautiful. It was a high clear soprano voice that sounded like someone had melted white chocolate. Brigid got all the way up to the C two octaves above middle C before her voice cracked.

"All right, now we go down," Mrs. Scott said smiling.

Half the boys in our class were enthralled by Brigid's voice and the fact she go so high. I resisted the urge to scoff. I could go higher. Brigid only got as low as the B below middle C. I smirked. I could go so much lower. I turned to Fang and my smirk slid off. He was just as enthralled as all the other boys.

My stomach churned angrily. He shouldn't look at her that way at all. "I didn't know she could sing like that," he muttered.

Oh, I'll show him who can sing. Everyone clapped for Brigid as she took her seat. Well, everyone accept me.

"Right, we'll put you on soprano, Brigid," Mrs. Scott said interrupting the claps. Brigid nodded again. I wanted to rip that damn bobble head of hers off. "Who wants to go next?"

I shot my hand up. I'd so show Fang who could sing.

Mrs. Scott grinned at me. "Well, I remember you name. Please stand."

I stood up and waited. Mrs. Scott hit the G and I sang. There was a pause and then I noticed everyone staring at me in admiration. That's right. Brigid may sound like melted white chocolate, but I sound like melted dark chocolate.

Mrs. Scott kept hitting higher and higher keys and I kept going higher and higher no problem. When I passed Brigid's C tow octaves above middle C there were a few "oohs" and "aaahs" and Brigid turned around and glared at me. I smirked back. I got all the way to the F above the C that was two octaves above middle C. Ha. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!

"Wow," Mrs. Scott muttered. "I think the glass in the windows just broke." Everyone laughed. "Alright, now we go down." I smiled and started singing. I got all the way the C and octave below middle C. "Um, Max, you have an amazing range. I'm not sure where to put you."

"Just put me wherever," I said shrugging as I sat back down. I looked over at Fang and grinned. Now, who can sing?

"Max, that was amazing," Fang whispered.

I shrugged. "I used to take private voice lessons."

"I'll go next," Fang called out raising his hand.

Ok, so I though I sounded like melted dark chocolate, but compared to Fang, I sound like milk chocolate. Damn, all this talk of chocolate is making me really hungry. Fang got to the C an octave above middle C and all the way down to the C two octaves below middle C.

"You're insane," I whispered as Fang sat down.

He shrugged but smiled. "I also took private voice lessons."

The rest of the class went on like that. No one else could get as low as Fang, and no one could get as high as me. It was pretty funny. Either people would glare at us or just stare at us in wonder. Brigid made a habit of glaring at me and making goo-goo eyes at Fang. And guess what? The numb nuts fell for it! He actually smiled at her! Fang doesn't smile. Fang isn't allowed to smile! Well, accept at me…and I guess at Iggy, Gazzy, and Kyle…and Ella, too…but not this bimbo!

"Right, class dismissed! Tomorrow we'll start looking at some pieces!" Mrs. Scott announced.

Everyone started filing out. "Hey, Max, wait a second," Fang muttered to me. Before I could even answer, he jogged to catch up to Brigid. My stomach coiled, and it felt like acid had been poured down my throat. Why was I getting so worked up about Fang talking to another girl?

I waited and finally Fang jogged back. "What was that about?" I asked trying to keep my voice light. Fail.

"Oh, nothing," Fang muttered. "I just asked Brigid to come have dinner with us."

Say what!? "Really," I said, my voice clam (well, barely…). "I thought you said she was annoying and all she does is flirt." I clenched my fist behind my back to relieve some of my anger. It didn't work.

"Well, maybe she was just nervous the first time we talked. Besides, did you hear her voice?"

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. "Yes, I heard it."

"Right. Well, ready to head back the droms?" Fang asked slinging his back on.

"Nope. I have French. See you at dinner," I muttered curtly and stalked off. Why was this getting to me?

Fang POV:

I watched as Max quickly walked out of the room. She did not seem too happy about Brigid coming for dinner. What was with her? But, then again, I did get ticked off when she invited Finn for dinner. But, I'm not looking to date Brigid. I just want to get to know her. Well, more like her musical back-ground. She's a bit too peppy for me.

I shook my head and walked back to the dorms. I got to my room and was ambushed my Iggy and Gazzy.

"You betrayed us!" Gazzy yelled.

"Bros before hoes man!" Iggy accused.

"And you put it on Youtube!" they shouted together.

I held my hands up in surrender. "What? You guys got what was coming to you."

"We have to re-do our entire project, and we're going to be marked down a letter grade!" the twins wailed.

"Not my problem," I muttered. "You shouldn't have messed with Max."

"I told we should have tested the stink bomb on Kyle," Gazzy pouted.

"Whatever," Iggy replied. "Well, watch your back, Fang. This is a prank war now."

I laughed. "Whatever you say. Max figured it would so we have some troops."

"So do we," Iggy said nodding curtly.

"Okay," I replied shrugging. I didn't really care. "So, what's on the menu for tonight?"

"Steak and potatoes," Iggy replied. Then Gazzy and Iggy ignored me while they finished their second attempt at their pyro project.

I flopped down on my bed and pulled out my Poetry book. We had to read The Lady of Shalott. I've already read it so this should be a breeze. I started reading it and the Lady of Shalott kept reminding me of Max. I sighed and threw my poetry book across the room.

"Dude!" Gazzy yelled. "Anger management classes are in your future!"

"What's up?" Iggy asked.

"Nothing. I'm going for a walk." I muttered.

I might as well meet Max outside her French room and try to explain what happened. I walked around campus until it was time for Max to get out of class. I jogged over to the language department and waited outside building.

A few minutes later Max came out and she was talking animatedly with Finn in French. I'll just wait till he leaves then go get Max.

"Au revoir!" I heard Max say.

Then the worst thing of all happened. Finn bent down and gave her a hug. After a few seconds, Max hugged him back. My stomach did summersaults then settled into a coiled ball of rage. Why was she hugging him?

Max waved Finn off and I was about to go up to her when she spotted someone else and waved them over. I looked in the direction she was and saw Kyle jogging up to her.

"Hi!" Max said happily.

"Hey," Kyle murmured. "I thought you might like someone to walk you back. It's getting kind of dark."

"Sure," Max replied smiling up at him.

My stomach dropped. I turned away and walked in the direction of Brigid's dorm. This really sucked. Why was this bothering me so much? Max could have other friends that were guys, just like I could have other friends that were girls.

I knocked on Brigid's door. It popped open after the first knock. "You came to get me!" she squealed happily.

I nodded. My stomach dropped again. I should be getting Max not Brigid. I wanted to spend time with my best friend not this bimbo who happens to have a nice voice.

Max POV:

After French class, I calmed down a bit. It wasn't fair of me to get so ticked off. I mean, I'd invited Finn. I was friends with other guys. Why couldn't Fang be friends with other girls? I finished my conversation with Finn and was about to head for my dorm when something caught my eye. A tall figure was jogging forward waving at me. My stomach jumped into my throat. Had Fang come to pick me up? I waved back. I could apologize to him for overreacting like a stupid girl.

As the figure drew closer, I noticed it wasn't Fang but Kyle. My heart and my stomach dropped, but I kept my face the same. It was really sweet of Kyle to come get me.

"Hi!" I said happily.

"Hey," Kyle murmured. "I thought you might like someone to walk you back. It's getting kind of dark."

"Sure," I replied smiling at him. The moonlight shone on his face causing his hair to light up with an ethereal glow. Did I really just think that? Man, only one day of poetry and I'm frickin' Emily Dickinson!

"Um, thanks for getting me," I muttered Kyle looking away from his "ethereal glow."

"No problem. I was on a run when I figured you'd need someone to walk you back. Ari knows who you are so it's good to be safe."

I squinted at Kyle through the dark. Sweet, Jesus! This boy takes runs in the best outfit. No shirt and basket-ball shorts. His abs gleamed with sweat in the moonlight. I have the perfect life!

"What is with Ari, by the way?" I asked in a hushed voice.

Kyle's face was grim. "I've known the twins, Fang, and Ari since kindergarten. Ari had this huge crush on Fang's adopted sister, Nudge. He never did anything about it. Then, freshman year of high school, Ari got in with the wrong crowd and split from me, Fang, and the twins. Fang disapproved of how Ari was treating girls to look cool, so they got in this huge fight. To get back at Fang, Ari started going out with Nudge. Then…while Ai was at Fang's house…he…he, um, tried to force himself on Nudge. She screamed and Fang beat the shit out of Ari. So, since Ari knows your friends with Fang, he might try to hurt you to get back at Fang."

"Oh," I mumbled. Poor Fang. Now I really feel like a putz.

We walked into the kitchen to find everyone already there…including the bimbo. I stifled a groan. Then I saw Iggy and something about his face made me suspicious. I pulled him out in the hallway.

"Planning your revenge?" I asked.

"What's it to you?" Iggy accused.

"For tonight, I propose a truce. I say we work together against a common enemy."

Iggy raised his eyebrows, "I'm listening."

I thrust my chin at the kitchen door. "We go after the blond bimbo with Fang."

Iggy smiled. "Sounds good." He pulled a bottle out of his back pocket. "I was gonna put this on your steak and Fang's steak, but we can use it on her."

"What is it?" I asked ignoring the fact that Iggy was thinking of poisoning me.

"Let's just say one mouthful with this stuff, and she'll be running to the bathroom all night," Iggy snickered.

"Perfect," I replied grinning evilly.

Ok! That's all for today! So…I'm going back to school tomorrow…so I'll probably update sometime late tomorrow.