School for the genetically changed Chapter 5, a maximum ride fanfic

a/n: i get it took a while to update but i have not had enough time to do so. r/r pls. enjoy!

Fang pov

i wake up worried. if i see Max she wont want to talk. i saw her face. i disgusted her. i hate my life. but i really like her. she is beautiful, smart, witty, and has a satire but funny sense of humor. she is everything i could want in a girl. Iggy sees my face.

"hey man whats wrong? hungover? i did not see you drink anything." he asked

"no but i like Max, but she looked disgusted after 7 minutes with me." i tell him morosely. he smirked. i am now extremely agitated. i growl at him.

"you don't have to rub it in! i like her and she hates me! that's all there is to it!" i scream. i am thoroughly pissed at him. what right does he have to smirk?

"i have to get to class." i growl.

"fang!"Nudge yelled after me.

"fang get your ass over here!" she screamed

"what do you want!?" i yell

"whatever the hell you did to max in that closet. you better apologize! she has not talked to anyone all day! ever since 7 minutes in heaven so you will apologize if you see her again or i will thoroughly kick your ass to next year!" she said angrily.

"i kissed her, and it nauseated her. why wont everyone leave me alone?!" i scream. why is everyone either making fun of me or acting like im a criminal! i get to class as quick as possible. i put my head down and sulk. why does my life have to suck?

after my morning class i have lunch i sit down on my own. i cant beleive i actually thought iggy could be my friend. he acted like a complete jerk. i hear a tray clank down next to me.

"hey" said a voice i never thought i would hear again.

"max!" i say surprised.

"sorry for running off like that." she says sheepishly

"no problem." i say.

"and im sorry for attacking you." she says sadly. she looks very embarrased.

"oh, well its ok." i say.

"i just wasn't thinking. i know you dont like me like that." she says

"are you crazy?! i like you alot!" i say shocked. she likes me?

"really? you like me?" she asks incredulous.

"yeah. your smart, brave, funny, and hot." i say without thinking. she blushes.

"well i kinda like you to. we like the same music, our clothing styles are similar, and your very dark which is very hot." she says. the next thing i do is primarily instinct i lean over and press my lips firmly to hers. she gets a suprised look on her face. i almost pull away but before i can she grabs my face and clutches me to her. i wrap my arms around her waist because i dont know what else is apropriate to touch in a scenario like this. my heart is pounding in my chest. i bet she can feel it due to how damn close she is to me. she runs her toung against my lips. expertly opening them. i groan as our toungs massage each other. she groans too. we continue like this for minutes before she pulls away for air. thanks to being part bird we have air sacs as well as lungs meaning more oxygen per breath so our kiss lasted longer than an average human could without passing out. although i do feel a little woozy. but thats probably from the kiss. i sigh as i stare at her. her lips are swolen and her short blonde hair is mess.

"so you think im hot?" i say breathlesly. she nods. speechless.

"yeah." she says blissfuly. i dont blame her. cloud nine does not describe how high i am right now. we eat our lunch and talk about random things we like or dislike. ocasionally we will give each other quick pecks on the cheek, or lips. we stand up in unison and dump our trays. i walk her to her next class. which also turns out to be my next class. i have always loved art. i have so much black and grey paint at home.

"so max how would you like to be my girlfriend?" i ask her hopefully. she kisses me full on the lips.

"yes!" she says. you would have thought i had asked her to marry me. i peck her on the lips. we walk into class.

after class we are walking to our dorms when a boy that looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine starts walking towards us. Max growls. he walks towards max ignoring me while leaning in waay to close to Max. i growl.

"what do you want Dylan?" she snarls.

"you." he says smugly. i growl.

"i would. actualy no i would not, but im taken." she says. she grabs my hand and pecks me on the lips. i smile smugly at him. he growls. he grabs my shirt and shoves me against a wall

"how dare you! Max is mine! if you come near her again i will kill you." he roars. he sounds so funny when he tries to act murderous. hes one of those guys that would scream and throw a tantrum if you give them a small scratch or bruise.

"like you could. you would cry if i gave you bruise blemishing your 'perfect complexion'. now you will let me go or il kill you." i hiss

"shut up. you emo types would just complain about it." he crossed a dangerous border.

"im not fucking emo." i growl. max hits him on the side of the head knocking him out.

"come on before 'sleeping beauty' wakes up." she says. we walk back to her dorm. we kiss for a couple minutes then make out on her bed for a couple more but then Nudge came home. gave me a interveiw. gave Max that 'i told you so' face. then i leave go back to my bunk i explain everything to Iggy. i decide he cant be that bad. i lie down on the bed and turn on my music.

Put on your war paint

You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down
Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
Here, here comes this rising tide so come on

Put on your war paint

Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope to die
Seal the clouds with grey lining

So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start
So dance along to the beat of your heart

Hey Youngblood doesn't it feel like our time is running out
I'm going to change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
Wearing all vintage misery
No I think it looked a little better on me
I'm going to change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Bring home the boys in scraps
Scrap metal the tanks
Get hitched make a career out of robbing banks
Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black
She broke our spirits with no impact

Put on your war paint

The war is won before it's begun
Release the doves, surrender love

god i love that song. its so true at times. i shut off my phone and get some sleep.

a/n: well there you are FAX. i reiterate i get this chapter took a while to make. first i needed to get the work ethic to even start it. then once i did i needed to make time in my busy schedule. then i got an insane case of writers block. then the wifi went down and i lost a lot of progress. but finaly at 8:37 in the morning i have finished it. r/r pls.