Hey Rebels, I've been sick all week, so I worked REALLY hard on this chapter! Hope you guys liked it! The song last week was 'Crushcrushcrush' by Paramore. The following have to give me OCs by next week!
GirlStandingInTheRain (I need the OC)
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Okay, now I know that most of the fanfiction world is girls, but I need a dude OC. Thanks you guys! Here you go!
Broken Chapter 6- Broken Grades
Fang's POV
"Hey, Iggy." I said, running to catch up with him.
"Yo, Fang! What's up?" He said, he was walking over to his locker, which was right next to mine.
"Where's Max? I wanted to ask her a question." The question just happened to be about what happened yesterday. Unless you're just joining us, which I highly doubt, I was talking about when the girl, Nudge, had ran to Max. The day had been weirdly quiet without her.
"Aw, does Fang have a wittle cruwsh?" Iggy mocked. I rolled my eyes at his stupidness. Though he was pretty cool, in the last day, I had figured out that Iggy could make Mother Teresa turn into a psychopathic mass murderer.
"Dude, I met her yesterday. Not that kinda guy." I replied.
"I don't know, you seemed to get a pretty nice liking of Lissa yesterday." Damn it.
"Max told you." I stood there taking his joking for about another minute. "No, but seriously, where's Max?" I asked, finally getting serious. Iggy just shrugged, but I could tell that he knew. God, why is everyone so damn secretive at this school?
Max ended coming the next day, but when I asked her about what happened, she just said to mind my own business. Life kind of separated for the both of us. Though I sat at the same table with her at lunch, and was in a lot of her classes, we never socialized. But, weirdly enough, I learnt a lot about Max. Like how the little girl who ran in really was her sister, or adopted sister. Or that her father is a multibillionaire. Also, that she had straight A's, (I learnt that from the teachers constantly praising her amazingness), whereas I have all Cs or lower in classes. We really hadn't have talked for two months.
"Nick, did you hear the question?" I looked up, waking up to reality. I had no idea what the question was, let alone the answer. I got ready for the embarrassment of a lifetime.
"37?"
The whole class started laughing. Stupid geometry.
"Nick, come see me at the end of the day." I sighed. Then the teacher left for a few minutes to do who knows what.
Max's POV
"And so, potassium chlorate, sugar, sodium bicarbonate, and a powdered organic dye will make a chemical reaction, not potassium chlorate, sodium chloride, sodium bicarbonate, and a powdered organic dye. Any dumbass knows that!" Gazzy explained to our Chemistry teacher. I laughed, looking at Kayla, who also shared this class with us.
"Thank-you, Zephyr, for showing us all that even a teacher with a double major in Chemistry, is far less superior than you." Mr. Burne said. The class laughed, once again. The door, then, suddenly bursted open.
"May I please see Maximum Ride for a moment?" Mrs. Jones asked. Mr. Burne just nodded, and I walked out the door, into the hallway, following Mrs. Jones, the Chemistry teacher.
"I have a student that is failing my geometry class. I was wondering if you could tutor him." She explains.
"I don't know, who would it be?"
"Nick Walker," I gave a confused look; I had no idea who that was. "His friends usually call him, 'Fang.'" Fang, really? With such a smart-alack, I just figured that someone that 'smart' would have good grades too.
I walked into Mrs. Jones's room. I really didn't want to help Fang, but Mrs. Jones talked me into it.
"Thank you again, Max, for helping me with this student." Mrs. Jones said.
"Of course, Mrs. Jones. And it will make my college application better." I replied.
"I doubt that you'll have any troubles getting into college." She joked. This meaningless banter continued for who knows how long, until, at 3:45, Fang finally came in. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Mr. Walker." She said.
"Sorry, I was actually looking for, well you Max. Why are you here anyway?"
"Fang, meet your new tutor. I'm guessing you two already know each other." Mrs. Jones said. Fang looked at me, and I glared his way.
"Please, anyone but her." Fang begged. I scowled at him.
"You'd be lucky to have a tutor like Max!" Mrs. Jones said. She continued to lecture Fang for about another ten minutes. "Try one session, if it doesn't work, then come and talk to me, if it does then congratulations, you will get a passing grade." She left, explaining that she needed to talk to Mr. Burne about something.
"Really?" Fang asked, with his famous one-word sentences.
I scowled again, "What, never seen a girl before?"
"Why do you want to tutor me?" He asked.
I thought what would be the best answer, "Better chances to get into college," He rolled his eyes, he probably was having a lot of trouble with the whole 'future' thing. "But where are we gonna meet up, so I can tutor you?" I asked. "Unless you want to fail Geometry."
"Your place?" He asked. The thought of him coming over to my house rattled my brain. The thought of what Jeb would think.
"Maybe your place would be better." I offered.
He shook his head, "To my crappy shack of a house? Aren't you like a multibillionaire or something?" I gave a confused look; I didn't know that Fang knew I was alive in the past two months, let alone knew that I had a rich daddy.
"Um, yeah. I guess let's go to my place." We decided to start today, because Fang wanted to get out of his house for some reason.
We were about to leave, when Fang remembered something, "Shit!" He exclaimed. I looked at him, partially confused and partially annoyed. "I have to pick up my sister." I rolled my eyes; only Fang would be able to forget something that important. But he didn't have a reason to be so careful.
"What school does she go to?" I asked, annoyed.
"Lincoln Elementary and Middle School,"
"You are so lucky my sister goes there, get in the car."
I climbed into the driver's seat, and Fang sat in the passenger's seat. The ride was awkwardly silent. Fang seemed to be gawking at the car. "Don't drool over the ride, I don't want to kill you before I meet your sister. In fact, I didn't even know you had a soul, let alone a family."
He rolled his eyes and ignored my comment, "I'm sorry, but how the hell can you have this car? It's so awesome! I can't afford a gallon of gas, let alone a freakin' car! Seriously, how is your father so goddamn rich?"
"He's a scientist who likes to experiment on humans so that his science friends, or as I like to call them, 'Whitecoats', can avenge their horrible dating life in high school." I said sarcastically. Fang just gave a 'what the fuck' face. I laughed. "I actually don't know what my dad does, nor do I care. He could be experimenting on humans, and I would be completely oblivious. What does your father do?" I asked curiously.
Fang gave a very solemn look. Shit! I thought. Great way to piss off your... Friend? Enemy? Frienemy?
"He, um died about two months ago." He barely uttered.
"Fuck, I didn't mean to bring it up." I said, though I knew it didn't matter. I was in the same position with my mother died; whenever anyone asked me about her, the uncomfortable awkwardness would start. We were now parked in the parking lot of Lincoln Elementary and Middle School. "My mother died five years ago." I barely whispered. I shocked myself at what I had said. Nobody really knew about my mother besides my friends. I didn't let anyone know what my life was like.
"My mother left when I was six." Fang said.
"You're an orphan? Or did your mom come back after your father's..." I trailed off.
"No. technically, she never left, she just stopped being my mother. She was disconnected from our family. She still lived with us, she was just gone." He said. I was kind of surprised. The famous 'Emotionless Brick Wall' was not different from anyone else; he was flawed too.
We just sat there for another ten minutes. Though it was already four o' clock, the school was just dismissing. School started at nine in the morning. They swapped an hour in the morning for an hour in the afternoon. Walking towards the bike stand, a young girl, no older than nine-years-old, was looking around.
"Juliet!" Fang shouted. The girl turned toward him. She ran over to the car.
"Nick! I was worried for a minute, I couldn't find you at the- Who's the girl?" Juliet said.
"I'm Max, a friend of F-Nick's. He's having a little trouble in one of his subjects, so I'm going to help him. I"m assuming that you are his sister." I said. I realized that the young girl, Juliet, had been calling Fang by his actual name, so I decided to switch over.
"Okay," She said, not trusting me, "I'm Juliet, and yes, I am his sister." Juliet sat in the back seat of the car, right behind Fang.
"We're just gonna wait a couple of more minutes for my sister, Nudge." I told Juliet. Juliet gave a hard look, as if she was trying to figure out something.
A relieved look comes across her face, "Nudge, she's one of the nice sixth-graders that I was talking to you about, Nick. She was one of the two girls that helped me when the rest of the sixth grade girls were picking on me."
We sat in the car for another couple of minutes without a sound.
"See ya' Angel!" I heard the familiar voice say. I turned toward the direction of the voice and saw Nudge walking toward me.
"Max, why did you let someone sit in the front seat! You always let me in the the front! It's completely unfair! Wait who are these- Oh, hi Juliet! Those snotty, rich kids stop picking on you? No, well, those people are jerks! If you ever need someone to knock them into shape, just call me or Angel. And who's the dude? Max, did you finally get a date? WOW, ZOMG! That is so awesome, I thought that after Sam, you'd never get another boyfriend! I never met him, you know! I came when Max was a freshman. She just told me about him. But, Max, why couldn't you have picked a guy with better fashion sense. I mean, seriously, the whole black entourage is really depressing. But, why-"
"Nudge, shut up!" I shouted. She fell silent and walked over to get into the car.
Oh God! Max + Fang + Nudge + Juliet + Jeb= DISASTER! So thanks for checking out this story! Remember if you are going to make an OC, make sure it is a boy!
Questions:
1) Would you rather be a flying monkey or a magical dinosaur?
2) What is your worst subject? Your best?
3) Does anyone play a musical instrument?
IMPORTANT CHIZ OVA HERE!
Okay, so I am thinking of writing another fanfiction. It will be on the Hunger Games. I want to write something called, "Kenzie" It's about a girl who volunteers for someone so that she can avenge her sister's death in the Hunger Games. She then falls in love with a person that you will never guess! What do you guys think?!
Song for the chapter:
*Okay, so a lot of you will not know this song, so there is two songs this week. The first song is for a OC and a mention in every single chapter for five weeks. The second song is only for an OC*
First Song:
Cause Oh, I know all about your type
You're the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night.
And Oh, I know, that you are feeling sad.
Don't feel bad, cause even after 3 text messages, 4 missed calls,
You still slept with my best friend.
Second Song:
I found your hairband on my bedroom floor,
The only evidence that you've been here before
And I don't get waves of missing you anymore,
They're more like tsunami tides in my eyes
Never getting dry, so I get high, smoke away the days never sleep with the light on
Weeks pass in the blink of an eye,
And I'm still drunk at the end of the night
I don't drink like everybody else,
I do it to forget things about myself,
Stumble and fall with the head spin I got
My mind's with you but my heart's just not
This song is by Ed Sheeran.
~Maximum Reading