It had been about a month since Max and Nudge had left Iggy and Fang. They both miss Ms. Martinez, but they couldn't be around Iggy and Fang without feeling a mixture of sadness, anger and dislike towards them. Jeb had been nice to them; they had a nice room with a desk, a closet for each of them, and a bathroom. They still attended school and still had Fang and Iggy in their classes, but they ignored them.
"Max" Nudge said looking over at max who was laying on her bed looking up at the ceiling. "Yes Nudge" she replied. "Do you remember the math home work we had?" Nudge said, "I forgot to write it down". "Pages 30-35 in the workbook" Max said in a plain monotone voice. "Thanks" Nudge said.
Nudge POV:
Something is bothering Max but I don't know what it is. She barely talks at all and she just stares into space. I sigh, I don't know what's wrong with her. She only answers questions when she needs to and when she does the answer is short and spoken so softly. I put my headphones in and put on my favorites playlist and the song 'The Call' by Regina Spektor starts to play. I hum along to it and finish my home work in no time. I looked over at Max and she was still staring at the ceiling. I sighed. I've been doing that a lot lately, sighing, I wonder why.
*the next day*
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. 5:00 am, oh right, I have school. I get up and shower, letting the warm water run down my skin and my wings. I haven't flown in a while and my wings were getting stiff. I just felt the need to open them but I couldn't so I just wrapped my self in a towel and got dressed. I pulled on dark purple skinny jeans, a black shirt, and my black combat boots. I applied some mascara and looked at myself. I had completely changed my look. no more pink skirts or rainbows. jus black and dark colors. it shows my mood meaning I used to be happy so I wore pink, now I'm not so I wear black.
Max had gone into the shower while I was getting dressed and was now dressed in black jeans, black converse, and a red shirt. she also changed her look. we went to eat breakfast. Max and I used to love food, now we barely eat, we have small breakfasts like a yogurt and we skip lunch and we sometimes skip dinner too. No we don't have eating problems we just aren't hungry.
We left the house and started walking to school. When we got there we took our seats in our first period class. By the end f the school day I was tired and ready to go home. I told Max to wait for me outside while I go to my locker and she just nodded. I walked to my locker and got the papers I needed for history homework. as I was walking back to the doors the red headed girl got in my way again. "Where you goin freak" she asked. I had never even bothered to learn or memorize her name so I just called her red headed girl. I ignored her question and just looked at the ground. "Look at me when I'm talking to you bi*ch" she said and slapped me hard. I was shocked but I regain my composure and looked at her. "Good girl" she said. What was I, her pet. "Stop treating me like I'm your pet" I mumbled. "what was that she said. "Nothing" I muttered. She grabbed me and pinned me against the lockers making me drop me stuff. She twisted my arm in a painful passion by grabbing my wrist. The sleeve of my shirt then fell a bit revealing cuts. I hate to admit it but for about the first two and a half weeks after getting to Jeb's house, I had cut myself. "Aww poor little bi*ch all depressed" the red headed girl taunted. I squirmed, trying to break free from her grasp. she just held tighter. I can give you something to cut about" she punched me in my ribs knocking the breath out of me. She then dropped me on the floor. "See you tomorrow" she said and walked away. I laid in the hall like that for a few minutes, trying to absorb what had just happened.
Eventually I got up and started gathering my stuff. I stood up and just as I was about to walk away I felt someone grab my wrist. I looked up at the familiar blue eyes of Iggy. He brought his hand up and gently felt my cheek which was probably bruised now. I pulled out of Iggy's grip and walked away and I don't know whether to cry or be happy about his but he didn't come after me. I shook the thoughts of Iggy out of my head and met up with Max. She looked at my cheek worried but thankfully said nothing. She probably had guessed what happen and knew I didn't want to talk about it. When we got home we started on out homework. I ignored the pain in my cheek, but I wrapped my wrist due to the fact that it was swelling. that night I crawled into bed early and stared at the wall next to my bed. I put my hand on my cheek right where Iggy had. is it strange to say I had felt that same tingly sensation I used to get when he touched me, at school today. and is it possible I missed him. I closed my eyes ignoring the longing feeling of his arms around my waist, holding me; and his soft lips kissing me. and I fell into a dreamless sleep.