Chapter 5 of I Hate Wonder Woman
(A/N: I was going to make this a lot longer, but the cliffy I was going to use for last chapter is now the cliffy for this chapter... And thank you for all of your reviews and support. I would love to respond to them all, but with all my school and life stuff, I barely have time to write. Sorry... and I know the movies are wrong for theatres, but I don't know what was out or will be out, as I never see movies, so forgive me. Also, I'm sorry, but I can only give updates once every two weeks, and because I also must write a book for school, I'm pausing my other story, Feather Strings until at least x-mas.)
MAX POV
"So what class do you have right after this?" I asked Dylan as we made our way to the plaza where the theatre was. We had decided to go see a movie at the beginning of lunch, meaning that Dylan was skipping his last period class.
"French. Which I suck at, so it doesn't make much difference." He replied, brushing a strand of his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes.
"What other classes do you have this semester?" I asked, rubbing my arms up and down the sleeves of my thin jacket. I wasn't planning on being out long today, so I skipped out on the bulky coat.
"Math. Music. French. Religion." He rattled off, ticking each one off on a mitted finger. "How about you?"
"Pretty much just art electives and stuffs. But I have fourth lunch and fifth free, so I'm not missing anything." I said. "I'm fluent in French." I breathed on my fingers and we stepped into the theatre.
"You could tutor me."
"Don't get your hopes up." I scoffed. "I am a horrid teacher. Something horror or action?" I asked.
"I'm not much for horror, but Nightmare on Elm Street, the new one, is starting in ten." Dylan said, his turquoise eyes uncertain.
"Wait here." I instructed. This theatre was one that my dads company owned, and I had a special card that got me free passes into any movie I wanted. When I was seven, I could see R rated films without an adult. Anyone who stopped me would be in trouble. Being rich had it's pros, like free anything, and cons like being kidnapped and held for ransom at age 13 or watching you sister get brutally murdered at age nine... But those are stories for later.
I got the tickets and went over to Dylan, who was, I admit, hunky hunk, but seemed needy and was way too popular for me.
"Thanks." Dylan told me, smiling. "Since you got the tickets, I'll get the snacks."
"No! No, no." I said, waving my hands in the air in front of my chest. "I have a discount card coupon thingamajig."
We walked up to the counter, got out of the theatre and went into the movie.
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I laughed as Dylan mimicked the first killing in the movie.
"Guarg! Monster!" He mimicked cutting across his neck. It wasn't actually funny, but the expression he put on his face was.
"I'm sorry. That sucked. The eighties one was better." I replied as we walked out of the theatre into the cold biting air.
The weather had gotten significantly worse from the beginning of the movie, and snow was falling as big and white as wet, sloppy pearls around us and the students streaming out of the school. Goosebumps rose under the material of my coat.
"I guess it's time to go home now..." Dylan said nonchalantly. "Do you want a ride?"
"No thanks. I think we go in opposite directions. I'll just take the city bus." I replied. I hated the Metro, especially in the winter. But I wasn't gonna ride with Fang.
Dylan gave me a look and told me that that probably was the best, as he had to get to drum lessons.
"You take drums?" I asked, leaning into the window of his blue car.
"Yeah. For almost three years now." He said. "You play?"
"Yeah. Guitar, piano, violin. And drums, too." I replied slowly. I never liked talking about what I was good at. It made me feel uncomfortable. I almost wished that I was bad at everything. I reached up and scratched a spot on the back of my head, near a
streak of purple. "I should catch my bus. Bye."
I walked off to the bus stop, at least I hoped it was. I consulted the graffiti covered map on the covered stop and figured out my bus. 200 to the mall terminal, then. 44 Eastbound, where I would get off after fourteen stops. Simple. I've had to remember much more difficult things.
Clumps of now thick, wet snow slapped and slid down the shelter as I dug around in my bag for bus fare. I finally managed to scrape together the three dollars and much to my luck, the bus pulled up only seconds later.
The floor was covered in brown puddles and old gum, along with the chairs. This was gross, but I found a chair next to a slightly pimply guy who I thought was a freshman. I really couldn't complain. After spending three days tied to a post in a dank musty and infested underground parking lot of an abandoned insane asylum, not much could faze me. But that wasn't a story for now.
I shook my head and tried to ignore my growing headache and groping stare of the boy next to me.
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FANG POV
The next day, Max still was being cold, but this time, so was I.
I knew Dylan could be a jerk. A really bad jerk and a player and an overall ass. And if he dated Max, her heart would get broken. Actually, that didn't seem likely. Like all the guys in the school, he seemed to be all 'loyal puppy dog' towards her. Max was definitely more the unintentional heart breaker type. Breezes through like a lark -no eagle- leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.
"Brrr." Iggy said, mimicking shivering on our way to our last class before lunch. "I can feel the frigid air from here." he remarked, as Max and I passed by in the hall, both of us sending icy, but not death, glares.
I entered the classroom and sat in my usual seat in the art room. The art room was set up with several tables for three or four people, and all the art supplies lining the east wall. Each wall was labeled with one of the cardinal points and had a mural on it, the oldest one getting repainted by the students during the semester. Max had sat with Iggy and I for the first few classes, but then after the fight, we weren't sitting beside each other. Now Max sat at her own table, seemingly happily alone, as she told anyone else that she 'worked better alone'. Personally, I just didn't think that she was a huge people person. She seemed to enjoy company part of the time, but she also seemed to be very selective with whom she enjoyed it with.
"Guess who!" Cried a sickening voice as a pair of hands covered my eyes. No, this voice was sadly not sickeningly British; it was sickeningly girly and sugary.
I turned around to face Lissa. Iggy excused himself from the table to sit with another one of his friends, Jake. "Hi Lis." I said slowly. "How was your ski trip?"
Lissa sat down beside me. "It was amazing, Nicky! But I missed you so much! I can't believe you couldn't come!" Lissa turned towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Did you miss me?" She didn't give me a chance to respond, luckily, because I didn't and planted a glossed kiss on my lips. Iggy told us to get a room. "Why don't we skip class and go catch up and what we missed?" Lissa suggested, trying to sound seductive. She kissed my cheek, and I found my eyes wandering towards Max. Unlike most of the class who were talking, Max was quietly sketching.
"Yeah, sure." I replied. I stood up, and Lissa wrapped herself around my right arm, leaning into me as she strutted out of the room with me. We walked through the hallway to the large library. There was a trick to skipping class: don't look like you're skipping. If it's at a lunch period, don't stay in one place they'll notice you for the whole time and if it's not a lunch period, make it look like you a) have free period or b) like you're just going to the washroom, then hide.
People thought we skipped and made out or something, but really, it was mostly just chitchat. That's all Lissa ever did.
"Nicky, I missed you." Lissa cooed. I turned away, lost in thought. I wondered what Max was drawing, when this silly fight would be over and what was for lunch. "Nick?" A moment later, "Nick, what's wrong? You're so distant."
"Sorry, Alyssa." I said, using her real name. I led her to a nook around a little used hallway.
"Nick. What is it?" She asked worriedly, placing herself in front of me and pulling at my shirt collar.
"Look, Lissa. This isn't going to work. We're just... We're not working out. I'm not... I can't date right now." I managed to stumble out, totally out of character. I wanted to be as nice as I could, since she never really did anything wrong.
Lissa didn't say anything, and leant her head down, hiding her face with it. I knew she was trying to hide her tears.
"Sorry Lis. Maybe later." I walked back to class.
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Lissa didn't return to class, but I saw her talking to Dylan at lunch, before they both sat beside Max. Max looked up from her art, then said a few words before abruptly leaving. Lissa immediately left to join her friends. That must have been trouble. I went back to eating my lovely parts of a delicious animal carcass aka Chicken wings, hold the salad, with garlic bread and a cookie. A perfect lunch. Of course I couldn't eat so bad every day. Most day I had the salad too, or chose a healthy option; gotta keep the body in shape.
"Hey, emo loser."
I turned around to see Dip-wad Dylan. "Horse." I said, referencing horses.
"Huh?" Dylan looked confused for a moment. Idiot. He shook his head. "So I heard you were being a jerk to two of the school's most beautiful ladies."Iggy, who had just sat down with his girlfriend, Tessa, stifled a laugh at the sheer cheesiness of what Dylan had said.
"I broke up with Lissa. So what? I wasn't mean about it." I said, continuing to eat. "That makes one girl. You can count, can't you?"
Dylan slammed his palm down onto the formica of the lunch table. "You know what I'm talking about. Max. And you know what you did, you girly guy."
I jumped up. "Shut up, dip shit. Do you really want a fight?"
An dumb grin covered Dylan's face. "Yeah. Yeah I do." He snarled. "Me, you and the football team, behind the school by the old apartment building, three o'clock."
Crud.
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I waited at the predetermined location, the alley behind the school, between there and the fence and abandoned apartment building. I had no idea why it was there. It seemed to be almost a hazard. People skipped class, did drugs, fought and had the occasional party there. But it was fun. Iggy and I and the rest of us had our own room there, from an old studio apartment. We had put on a simple lock, and shoved in some old furniture, making a sort of living room. There wasn't any facilities, naturally, but we kept a few snacks and drinks when we knew we'd be going. There was also a shelf with various knickknacks and books, and to keep out the spiders as much as we could, we had wall papered the walls, and Iggy, J.J. (a friend) and I, the ones not too afraid of spiders, gave it a good cleaning one or twice every two months. We didn't go as much during the winter though, as it was cold as hell. Er, cold as he'll frozen over.
I waited impatiently. I could have just ditched, but it was too late now. I could take on Dylan and two or three football friends with out much issue, but seven members of the team was an unlikely stretch.
All of a sudden, two hands shoved themselves into my back. I stumbled forward a few steps before turning around to see him and six other very bulky looking guys.
"What? No introduction?" I asked before swinging a punch at Dylan. I clipped the side his cheek as he dodged out of my way. Dylan stumbled back, the weakling, and like a hydra, three members pushed forward. They started swinging punches, but the dumb blokes they were, I managed a few well placed kicks, and managed to snap one of their noses with my only punch.
Sadly, my glory moment ended quickly, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, out of breath and my chest hurting like heck.
"It's not fair to fight seven-one." Came an annoying voice from above us.
One of the football players feet were about to hit my head at concussion speed, another one about to crash down on my face.
That was when a pair of Doc Martens flew down from the roof.