Chapter 26
Max POV
School really isn't my thing. The essays, novels, math tests, and science experiments really just seem pointless. You go to school to learn, and you learn so you can use that information later in life. But, do I plan on being a History teacher? No. Or, writing a best-selling, award winning novel? No, again.
The truth is, I had never really thought of me - or any of the flock, for that matter - having jobs. The thought had honestly never crossed my mind. (I guess we were a little too busy saving the world to worry about that kind of stuff.)
Of course, Iggy could become a famous chef for celebrities or something. I'm sure Nudge would design the next big fashion statement. Gazzy would build nuclear weapons, (Dear God, help us.) And, Angel will, no doubt, learn to control the entire country's mind, electing herself supreme dictator of the world.
But, where does that leave Fang and I? As parents?
The third period bell chimed, awakening me from my paranoid rant and releasing Iggy and I from Math class. I gathered my books, rose from my seat, and made my way into the hall; stomach growling. I threw my text books into my locker, sloppily slamming the door shut.
I nearly jumped, because Fang was standing there, being creepily silent as usual. "Did I scare you?" he whispered, ebony eyes mischievous. I shoved him lightly, rolling my eyes. He smirked, leaning down to kiss me softly.
I meant to pull away, but, found myself kissing back -with force. Fang's kisses can cure my stress, for a while, at least. As I melted in the gentleness of his touch, he caressed my neck, pressing me against the cold, metal lockers.
"Hey, no PDA's in the hallway," Iggy barked, chuckling. We reluctantly broke apart and sent Iggy murderous glares simultaneously, joining in his laughter as we sauntered to the cafeteria, fingers intertwined.
"Hey, guys," Ella greeted, plopping down beside Iggy. They appeared to lock hands under the table, but, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. If they are happy together, that's great! Who am I to disturb that? But, keep in mind, Ella is my sister and I've always thought of Iggy as my brother, so, that's just not normal. Then again, very few things in my life are...
Fang POV
After lunch, the four of us walked to Science class together. Luckily, Max had me to help her with her baby doll over the weekend, or it would have ended up severely mutilated. (Say, one limb duct taped to it's side, head ripped off, and sliced open from her attempts of putting it into a diaper.)
Because we had taken our time returning from the cafeteria, the four of us arrived late, and everyone had already split into their groups of partners. "If the four of you are late to my class again, I will give detention," the teacher snarled, shutting the door behind us.
My eyes scanned the classroom and reluctantly fell on Tori's, who was waving for me to join her. Sighing, I crossed the classroom toward her, but, not without seeing Max's revolted yet jealous reaction; it's actually quite amusing.
"Nick!" Tori shouted in the irritatingly nasal voice she has, producing a fake-looking smile. "I spent most of the weekend thinking of a name for our baby," she continued, twisting one of her unruly, corkscrew curls. "And, then, it finally came to me."
"DYLAN!" she squealed, pushing the plastic doll into my face. I stared at her with a horrified, blank expression. Not only did I have to put up with Tori and her 'child,' but, now she wanted to name it Dylan?
For those of you who don't know me, my 'List of People I Despise' begins in this order; 1. Dylan 2. Justin Bieber. 3. Jeb. Dylan ranks higher than Justin Bieber...that's just sad.
Nudge POV
"Oh my god, Tiffany. Look!" Hannah pointed excitedly.
I spun around, eyes landing on a tall figure in the distance. As he came into view, I realized that it was Blake treading up to me.
He stood before me, breath heavy as if he had been running. "Hi, Blake," I waved timidly, smiling. His eyes met mine, pleading.
"Hey, Tiffany. I was wondering if you'd like go to the Masquerade Ball with me," he proposed, scratching his neck. I played with a stray strand of my hair, biting my lip.
"Yes, I'd love to!" I exclaimed, receiving a bright grin.
"Great," he waved, jogging off to where he came from. SQUEE!
Max POV
"Hey, Max," Kyle, my Science partner waved, greeting me with a warm smile. I plopped down in the seat next to him, setting our baby doll on the desk's counter.
"Hey. I managed not to kill it," I laughed, pointing to the surprisingly-intact baby doll. I guess I have Fang to thank for that.
He laughed too, picking it up by it's leg to examine it. "Looks pretty sturdy to me." He gave it a few good shakes while both of us chuckled, silenced by a death glare from our teacher. I noticed a piece of paper on my desk, picked it up, and read over it.
"So, I guess you have to take it home next," I declared, shrugging. He shoved the doll into his backpack as the bell rang.
"Bye, Max," he waved. I waved back, smiling. Maybe I will make a friend at this school, after all.
But, can you really trust any of these people, after all you've been through? The voice questioned, speaking for the first time in what seems like forever.
Iggy POV
I. Hate. Thursdays. Do you want to know why I hate Thursdays with a burning passion? Two words; Sewing Circle.
For some odd reason, everything in my life finds a way of screwing me over.
I took a seat farthest from the front, slumping down as far in my seat as possible. The teacher, a rather horny old woman, seems to have the hots for me. Contradictory to the fact the rest of the class thinks I'm gay. "Hello, eager pupils!" Our teacher chirped, closing the classroom door. "And, hello again Jeffrey," she purred, no doubt winking in my direction. I forced myself not to vomit, remaining quiet as the lesson began.
Basically, they gossiped the entire time. And, eventually, I had to step in. "Hold up," I interjected, waving a large, purple knitting needle in their direction. "Tyler can't date Jessica because she's Brandon's, his friend's, ex-girlfriend. I mean, seriously, haven't you guys heard of the Bro Code?" The girls nodded in agreement, letting the idea soak in for a few moments.
"He's right!" One girl shouted, flipping her hair.
I smirked, crossing my arms. "I've always wanted a gay best friend!" Another one cheered. I sighed, trying to explain my straight-ness, but, was drowned out by the commotion. As the girls began to fight over me, although I was loving every bit of it, only one completely random thought occupied my mind; Ella. I think I'm in love with Ella.
Fang POV
I wiped a bead of sweat from my brow, sliding into Dr. Martinez's rental car. Iggy, Max, and I crawled to the back as Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy filled the middle row. Ella, who was in the passenger's seat turned up the radio's volume, drowning out the noise from the front of the car.
Idly taking Max's hand in mine, I traced her fingers. "How was your elective, today?" I asked, staring into her beautiful, chocolate brown orbs.
"Well, about as good as art can get for the 'Great Maximum Ride' I guess," she grimaced, pulling out a slip of paper from her pocket. I stifled a snort.
"Did you just use Max and art in the same sentence?" I questioned, laughing. She stuck out her tongue, unfolding the piece of paper and holding it up to me. A wavy, brownish object was blurred in the middle, surrounded by a scratchy, blue background.
"Um, what is it?" I asked, scratching my head. She shrugged, biting her lip.
"I think it was suppose to be a tree," she whispered, laughing. We both tilted our heads to the left, looking at the 'tree' from a different angle. Iggy felt the surface, taking the colors.
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed, taking the paper in his hands. He rubbed it against the side of his face lovingly. "It's bacon!" I'd roll my eyes, but, it actually is a spitting image of the crispy, good stuff.
Now, I want bacon. Crap.
Max POV
That night, after we had said goodnight to the kids and fed Total (Boy, does he whine,) Ella, Iggy, Fang, and I stayed up late, watching old scary movie re-runs. Although I find the gore unrealistic and stupid, I love the suspense and mystery.
Ella had her face hid in Iggy's shoulder, whimpering lightly as he held her. They were cuddled together on the wooden floors, below Fang and I, who were on the couch.
I had my head rested on his warm, firm chest as he stroked my hair, attentively watching the movie. I breathed in his musky and intoxicating scent, eventually falling asleep in his arms.
As morning light stream through the windows, a blurry, dancing figure came into my view. It was tall, slender, and of male origin. And, my ruling out Fang, who was beside me, still cradling my cold body, I knew who it had to be; Iggy.
As my senses began functioning correctly, I noticed Iggy was singing as well. Badly. "Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Friday!"
I groaned, throwing a pillow in his general direction. "Shut up! You sound like a dying cat!" Fang spat, shading his eyes from the sun - or maybe Iggy's horrible singing. I couldn't tell.
"No, actually, it's supposed to sound that bad!" he shouted, happily continuing. "Everybody's looking forward to the weekend!"
I realize that most of you have probably given up on my story, and, I just wanted to say that I am so very sorry. I know that the things going on in my life shouldn't affect the progression of this story, but, they have. I will try my hardest to update quickly, and, promise never to take this long again. I really hope you guys don't hate me. :(
Also, how long do you guys want this to be? I'd really like to do the entire nine months, just an entry every other week or so. But, that could end up being like 70 chapters with the way I write. Overkill? Just enough? Not enough? Let me know what you think.
Oh, and the song at the end that Iggy was singing is Friday by Rebecca Black. If you haven't heard it-you must! It's so horrid!
Thank you so much guys, you are truly amazing. :)