Fang POV
I slowly trudged my way to Nudge's room the next morning, preparing myself for the screams I was about to face for waking her up.
"N-nudge?" I stuttered. That was the first word I learned to master. I poked her bed, but my hand went straight through the blanket. What the…
"BOO!" I jumped, and I heard Nudge's giggling. I gave her a glare, but I internally smiled since she was awake.
"You were soooooo scared. Whatever. We have got to go to school. We are gonna be late for Math. Again." I nodded.
Let me explain something. Since I can't talk, Nudge is like my…talker person. And for some reason, she is really smart. It's like she touches something, and absorbs information. So she can be in my senior class, despite the fact she's younger than me, and still graduate with her friends.
I took out my black car and drove us to school, which was conviently minutes away. I stepped outside, and within seconds, I lost Nudge. She went off to talk with her friends. I blankly stared ahead, waiting for her to come back. Suddenly, I felt a shove against my back.
"Oh shit, sorry," the voice apologized, picking up her books. I bent down and helped her. She gave me a sheepish smile.
"I'm a klutz. Sorry." I gave her a nod. She held out her hand.
"Max." I shook her hand, ready to try to say my name.
"Fang." She widened her eyes and smirked.
"Oh, my brother's dating your sister! He's mentioned you before." She checked her watch. "Shit. We're gonna be late. You coming?" Instead of shaking my head, I followed Max inside to Math. Joy. I took my seat, anxiously waiting for Nudge.
She never came. I got a text saying that there was an emergency cheerleader meet, and she was soooooooooooooo über sorry.
Her words, not mine. So I was screwed. Our teacher, Ms. Walker, never called on me, so I wasn't that worried.
But obviously the world hated me today, so I was called on to read.
"Fang, please read the seventh paragraph on page 78 please," she demanded. I gulped and stood up nervously.
"S-similt-t-tan-n-e-i-i-" I stopped, and laughter was heard. I sunk down to my seat as Nudge barged through the classroom, her cheer leading outfit still on.
"So sorry I'm late. You see, we had this cheer leading meet thing, which wasn't really a meet, it was more like a practice, and then Carrie started talking about her breakup with Brad, and Lissa complained about Brigid's seventh new nose this week, and then-"
"Nudge, just…sit down." Ms. Walker rubbed her temples, implying a headache coming. Nudge smiled and took her seat next to me. I glared at her.
"What?" She whispered. I pointed at me textbook, and she widened her eyes.
"They made you read?" I nodded. She looked down.
"Sorry." I shrugged my shoulders. Soon, that was over. I ran to my locker, hoping that I could maybe, just with luck, die of embarrassment. Max caught up with me.
"Hey," she greeted. I nodded.
"So what they did in there wasn't exactly 'My Little Pony' happy. And I want to let you know that if you need a friend, I'm open." I gave her a small half smile.
"So are you mute?" She nervously asked. I took out a whiteboard.
'Kinda. I lost my voice, but I'm getting it back through practice.'
Her jaw dropped in shock.
"You're really strong," she softly said, putting a hand on my shoulder. For some weird reason, I felt electricity go up my arm. Stupid hormones…
"M-me?" I stumbled over my words. She gave me a gentle smile.
"Yeah. You. Who helps you learn, Fang?" She slowly asked.
"My sis-t-ter N-udge," I muttered, my words sounding stupid. Max smiled.
"Iggy's real lucky to have her," she whispered. I nodded. She turned to leave, but I pulled her arm. She gave me a confused look but smiled.
"What is it Fang?"
"Thank y-you, M-m-"
"Max."
"Max." She grinned and gave my shoulder a squeeze.
"No problem. See you around." She left, leaving me speechless. Ha. Mute person pun.
Oh yeah. I can flirt with a girl like her and be mute. Sucka.
AN: Thanks to the people who ACTUALLY read it. Um. So reviews are LOVED. So I want them. :))