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Selfish Love: Operation Black Market

"Do you have the goods?" Max asked not looking in Fang's general direction. In fact, she was trying to look anywhere but in his eyes. She clutched a twenty dollar bill tightly in her hand ready to hand it over to him.

"Er… Yes," he replied, "But I have a question for you first."

"What is it?" she asked annoyed. She was pissed off about having to lengthen the time between now and shoving four packs of cookies (with twelve cookies in each bag) into her mouth.

"Why are we sitting in a stupid tree?"

She looked at him as if he was stupid.
"Dude, this is the illegal activity tree," Max snorted. "This oak tree is history. This is the only part of the school where bad things can happen and you won't get caught. Now gimme those cookies."

Fang sighed.
"Fine but it was three dollars a packet and I expect a profit from this. And I don't trust you so give me the money first," he said suspiciously.

Max wrinkled her eyebrows.
"But I don't trust you either. You'd better give me the cookies first and then you can get my money," she hissed furiously, shaking her twenty dollar note in his face.

"Let's just compromise," Fang said at last. "We can swap at the exact same time." He held up three fingers and started counting down. "Three." Two fingers left. "Two." Only one finger left. "One-"

"WAIT!" Max yelled. "How do I know that there actually cookies in tbere?" She hugged the money to her chest to make sure that he couldn't snatch it away.

He face-palmed and opened each plastic packet and showed her the 100% real cookies.
"Can I get the money yet?"

"WAIT" she repeated. "How do I know that this is the real you?! How am I supposed to know that you're not just a clone of him or something?" Max screamed with paranoia.

"Are you freaking crazy?" Fang asked.

"Ooh! I know!" she smiled triumphantly, "I'll ask you a question that only you could possibly know the answer to! Recite the quadratics formula!"

"I suck at math, remember?"

"Oh right… I forgot about that. How many pets do you own?" Max interrogated him.

"Um… I don't actually own any pets," he trailed off.

"It was a trick question!" she shrieked. "You don't own any!"

"But that's what I said," he grumbled.

"I know you said that but I really, really wanted to say that it was a trick question…" she said dejectedly.

"Look, just give me the money and I'll give you the cookies," Fang demanded.

"Fine…" She forked over the piece of paper that she was going to be using to trade for six hours' worth of happiness and got the four opened packs of cookies in return.

Max emptied all the cookies into a Tupperware box to make it seem like there was more. She picked up her first chocolate chip cookie and took a bite of pure and utter decadence.

"It tastes like a unicorn," she commented. She walked away only to backtrack two seconds later.
"And just because I'm getting my supply of cookies from you, don't think I don't still hate you wretched boys with all my soul you weirdo wannabe badass emo kid," she added.

"What are you even eating?" Nudge asked, slurping her jumbo strawberry milkshake.

"They're called cookies, apparently," she explained, shoving yet another cookie into her mouth. "Fang gave me some of this strangely delicious commoner food."

"Hmm…" Nudge murmured thoughtfully. "Can I try one?"

Max frowned and looked into the Tupperware box. She had started out with forty eight and after eating a lot in class, she only had thirty one left. Maybe she could spare five, or two, or one… or half… She broke off the side of the cookie that she was currently eating and handed it to Nudge.
"I haven't gotten my saliva over that yet," Max reassured her, "I swear."

Nudge eyed the huge heap of cookies that Max had in the box and then back at the small portion of baked dough in her hand.
"Gee, thanks." She took a bite out of it. The chocolate chips melted smoothly in her mouth and the floury parts crumbled. "Oh wow! It's not bad considering that it's commoner food. Do they have these with white chocolate? That'd be cool."

Max shrugged.
"Maybe? I don't know, I've only ever had choc chip."

"Hmm…" she said again, "Maybe I should get Fang to get me some cookies too."

"Wait, no." Max took a deep breath and glared at Nudge. "He's my cookie supplier. You go find your own."

"Fine…"

"I don't care if you like Happy Feet! You don't get to come to my class dressed like a penguin," Mrs Walker chastised.

"It's not a penguin costume," Patrick grumbled quietly. "It's just a poncho because it cold this morning and my bag's too small to fit the poncho so I have to wear it."

The teacher gave him a disapproving look and folded her arms over her chest.
"This school has a strict uniform policy unlike your last school so you have to learn to abide it. Now take off your stupid penguin suit."

"No, you don't understand. It's not a penguin suit, it's just a black and white poncho…"

"Excuse me?" Mrs Walker asked sassily. "Are you talking back to me?"

"Sorry Miss…"

Max and Nudge were stifling back their giggles. Max liked the fact that Mrs Walker hated guys practically as much as she did. She could get away with talking in class and so could Nudge and for that matter, so could every other female specimen in the class. But someone like Fang or Iggy or particularly Patrick the penguin? Ha! They'd get busted like hell!

"Penguin!" Nudge giggled.

"Penguin poncho on Patrick," Max giggled back, "Ha! Alliteration."

"I love lessons with Mrs Walker…" Nudge sighed, using her hand as a chinrest.

Mrs Walker stopped picking on Patrick and turned to her class.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I almost managed to steal a coat hanger from a pigeon?"

Max rolled around on her bed. Nudge was on the other side of the room reading some fashion magazine with a model on the front cover who looked like she more makeup than she did clothes.

She had four cookies left.
"I need to conserve these cookies. Who knows when's the next time I'll get another shipment of cookie?!"

"Can you just be quiet for a bit Max?" Nudge complained. "I'm trying to learn how to apply bronzer."

Max bit her lower lip and looked at Nudge's mocha coloured skin. She knitted her eyebrows together.
"Why would you ever need bronzer?" she asked.

"To be honest, I have no freaking idea at all," she replied very honestly.

She hugged her pillow and rolled around like a pig in mud. Or at least she was until she fell off the bed.

"I need Oreos," Max said for no reason for whatsoever. She walked out of her room in her pyjamas to the vending machine at the end of the floor. She pressed B6 and put a five dollar bill into the slot. Max marvelled at the way the square, plastic package fell into the compartment in the bottom. She then received two dollars and eighty cents in coins. In silver coins to be exact. "Urgh, why you stupid vending machine give me stupid silver coins. Butthole," she grumbled.

She turned around to go back to her room only to bump into Kelly Budew.
"Oh hey Kelly!" she greeted.

Kelly gave Max a weird look.
"You vending machine hater," she said before stepping forward to buy a can of soft drink. "But good choice on the Oreos though."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Max replied.

Thanks for reading. I have come to realise that my chapters are slowly getting shorter and shorter. Sorry! I have school! I need time to sleep! But don't worry, I'm pretty sure that my minimum chapter word limit is a thousand. So if you liked this really weird story, please follow, fave or review (And I won't mind if you flame me. I honestly won't).

The Goddess of Duck Tape out~

Good night, I need sleep.