Disclaimer: I don't own holes or any of the characters that Louis Sachar created. I don't own the setting or anything else that Louis Sachar wrote or suggested in the book.
Warning: Slash including a love triangle. I'm not going to give away who though. There is some subtle foreshadowing in the beginning of the second chapter. There is some swearing, drug use and some content that may not be appropriate for a younger audience.
The story is set as if Stanley and Zero never ran away. Therefore the camp is still up and running and nothing in the book Holes (besides Stanley coming to Camp Green Lake) ever happened.
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That night in the Mess Hall there wasn't much chatter, just quiet whispering about how a "pretty boy" ended up in the camp.
"Over here," Squid said, waving Max over. Max walked over and took a seat in between Caveman and Zero.
Magnet immediately snatched the bread from Max's plate. Max stared at Magnet, looking bewildered.
"You didn't dig today," Magnet informed him, "You don't need any bread."
Max's attention turned to the slop that was put on his tray. He began poking at it with his fork, his shaggy hair hiding his eyes as he looked down at his plate.
Everyone sat there quietly, waiting for someone else to ask the question that was on everybody's mind.
Armpit, Squid, Magnet, and Zig Zag suddenly all asked the question at once but in different words so all anyone heard was a loud jumble of words.
Max's eyes flickered from his plate to the boys and he looked unimpressed.
"So," Zig Zag said nervously, "What'd you do?"
Max just glared a Zig Zag before a small smirk swept across his face. "I was wondering when you guys were going to get around to asking that," Max told them, still smirking as he began to slowly nibble at his food.
The boys went back to their meals for a moment until they realized Max hadn't even answered the question. They began looking at each other, wondering if anyone else had noticed.
Max sensed they realized and quietly told them, "I'll tell you later."
They all went back to their meals, quietly imagining what the pretty boy had done.
Magnet was the one to break the silence. "I stole a puppy. I would have got away with it too, if my pocket hadn't started barking!" Magnet informed Max.
"We know Magnet," the rest of the boys moaned, tired of Magnet's puppy story since they had heard it too many times to count.
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The Wreck room was loud and smelly, as usual.
All of the D Tent boys excluding Zig Zag, who had managed to get a fuzzy picture on the T.V., and Max, who was quietly sitting on a chair biting his bottom lip, were at the pool table, either watching or participating in oddly violent game of pool.
"Hey, Max!" Armpit yelled, "Want to play a game of pool against the greatest pool player in D Tent?"
"Hey!" Squid interrupted, "Why are you volunteering me to play a game of pool!"
"Shut up!" Armpit gave Squid a playful yet firm punch in the arm. "Want to play against me Max?"
Max quietly sat there watching the D Tent boys and some other eavesdroppers watch him make a decision. He sighed and made his way over to the pool table. As he got there he ran his hand across the uneven felt. Stanley handed Max a cue which was bumpy, beaten and had notches and dents all over it.
"Since I invited you to play, you can decide if you want to break," Armpit told Max while he set up the table.
"I'll break," Max said quietly before walking to the end of the table and aligning his shot. His break was amazing, two striped balls went in and the rest of the balls were evenly spread across the table. Such a great break by a newbie caught the attention of many of the other campers. Max aligned another shot and sunk it. Then another and another.
The boys in the Wreck room were dead quiet now, watching this unusual game.
Finally the table only had the full coloured balls left on it, which were still in the same spot as they were right after the break, and the black ball. Armpit had yet to even shoot yet and was in complete awe of Max. All the boys were.
Max lined up his shot carefully, shot, and sunk the black ball in the corner pocket, even though the side pocket was an easier shot.
"Game," Max said quietly before letting go of his cue and heading out of the wreck room.
The only sounds for quite a while after that was the pool cue hitting the floor and the wreck room door squeaking open and slamming shut.
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That was such a short chapter compared to the first one. Oh well… Comments are greatly appreciated. That's all I can think of writing. Also, in the following chapters I apologize if some of my drug information is wrong. I don't do drugs so I'm not completely informed about them.