Maximum Ride Short Story 3 Chapter 2

By: Krysta Paddock

It's almost six! It's almost six! I glanced into the mirror and pinched my cheek again to make sure this wasn't a dream. Me going out with Fang? No way would I have thought in a million years that this would happen.

Just then my phone rang, causing me to jump into the air with fright. I rushed to it, quickly picking it up and checking who was texting me.

I am on the way now. Be there in 5 minutes! Lookin' forward to this! ~Fang

I blushed, not sure if I should reply or just leave it. I choose to just leave it.

I glanced again into the mirror for the hundredth time. I was having a good hair day-which was good- and my makeup was to perfection. I wore skinny jeans, a tight red ting top and converse. I hoped I wasn't to underdressed. I bit my lip, staring into my deep brown eyes. I don't really know what Fang sees in me. I'm just your average girl (besides the wings).

I turned, letting my wings out a bit. I would hide them all night of course but they feel really stiff in the morning. I better stretch them out now so they won't feel as bad in the morning.

I slowly stretched them out more, being careful not to knock something over. Just then, the doorbell rang. I jumped, my wings bumping into the fan and my desk. I catched the falling lamp right before it hit the ground and slowly put it back on the desk. Retracting my wings, I made them fully disappear and walked downstairs.

Fang was talking to my mother, a smile playing across his lips at something she said. Upon my approach, he glanced at me and smiled.

"Good afternoon Max," he said, reaching his hand out to grab mine. I blushed, not sure what to say to him.

"Well you guys be safe," my mother warned, raising one eyebrow at me. I smiled, following Fang out the door to his car.

I climbed into it, watching Fang close the door behind me and get into the drivers seat. He started the car, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as we pulled out of the driveway.

"So, what do you want to eat?" I asked, trying to break the awkward slilence.

"Anything you want. How about Mexican?" He asked as we pulled up to a red light.

"Sure. That sounds great," I answered with a smile.

After ten more minutes of driving, we reached the restaurant. He climbed out, walked to my side of the car, and opened my door before I could say anything.

"Thanks," I said, glancing shyly at him. He took my hand and led me into the restaurant.

After we finished eating, we headed to the movies. We saw some action flick but I couldn't pay attention. With Fang sitting next to me with his hand in mine, I couldn't concentrate on the movie. I hoped my palm wasn't sweaty.

We slowly walked out of the theater when it was over, hand in hand. "Wasn't that movie awesome?" He asked, looking down on me. "Yup," I answered, not really sure what else to say.

We had parked a few blocks down the street from where the theater was. I started to glance around, noticing how quiet the environment was. My heart raced both at Fangs contact but also about the silence. Something was up. I stopped, tugging gently for Fang to stop as well. "What's wrong?"

I sighed, looking around. Fang's eyes were big, not really sure what was going on.

Just then a dark shadow jumped at me, knocking me to the ground. I yelped, with both surprise and pain. I punched the figure in the face, hearing a grunt as my fist hit home. I jumped back up on my feet, glancing quickly around for Fang. He was standing a few feet away, clearly shocked that I had punched the figure.

But I think what really shocked him more was the huge wings protruding from my back.