Maximum Ride Short Story #3 Chapter 1
By: Krysta Paddock
As I walked into the classroom, my eyes wondered to the dark boy sitting on the table. His black hair glowed in sunlight from the window and his tall form folding perfectly on the table. He was talking to his best friend, Iggy, a small smile playing across his lips from something he said. I quickly glanced away, feeling my wings tingle in disappointment. I rushed toward my table and tripped, almost falling on my face if it wasn't for the strong arms that catched me.
"Are you ok?" My heart skipped as I recognized the deep voice talking. I straightened up, fixing my closes on the way.
"I'm fine," I said, glancing into the eyes of Fang. His dark eyes seemed endless, dark eyes covering half of them. "Ya sure?"
"Yeah," I replied, still lost in his eyes. He smiled, turned away, and headed toward his seat. I watched him walk, a small smile playing across my lips now. He talked to me! Then another thought went through my mind. How did he get to me so fast? I mean, he is in the back of the room. Shrugging, I went slowly to my seat, watching for anything that would make me trip.
I stretched as the bell rang. Yawning, I gathered my stuff and threw them into my bag. I glanced behind me, noticing that Fang had already left the room. I really needed to get faster in putting my stuff away if I wanted to follow him.
I walked out the door, mending into the flow of kids trying to get to there classes. Why I am even in school was a mystery to me. I was really smart, almost knowing all of what was being taught to me. I even had wings, which set me apart from everyone else. I had no friends, so there was really nothing for me to look forward to at school besides seeing Fang.
I walked to my locker, putting in the combination and opening it. I grabbed was I needed for Algebra and almost closed the door when a dark figure stopped beside me.
"Hey Fang," I said, trying to act smooth, but failing.
"Hey. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies tonight with me? My friend baled on me so I have an extra ticket." He said, producing a small slip of paper from his pocket. I didn't even glance at it as he handed it to me.
"Sure. Sounds good. Pick me up at my house at six and we can eat first." I said slowly. "Do you want my number?"
He smiled. "Sure."
My heart throbbed in my chest as I quickly wrote down my number on his hand with a pen. His hand was warm, which made heat swell to my cheeks. He noticed, meeting my eyes as I finished.
"See ya at six," he said, raising a hand as he disappeared into the crowd.