Chapter 7

A/N: Well herro there! So, how are ya'll doing? I'm supposed to be doing Science homework now but I'm a REBEL. Ashley

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Max's POV

"NUDGE! Where are you?" I holler from her closet.

SILENCE.

"NUDGE?!" I yell again.

"GIRL, now is NOT the time to be playing hide-and-seek!" I say sarcastically.

NOTHING. ZIPPO. NADA.

I walk around my apartment smoothly when I see a speck of dirt in Nudge's closet. WHAT? The Nudge I know is a neat freak...

Ok. No Nudge. Where could she be? She should be drugged now; she couldn't have left... hhhhmmmm.

The only thing I can think up is kidnapped or eaten by a bear. Ya, I'm gonna go with kidnapped.

Me, being the bestest friend in the world, decide to skip school to save Nudge. But the thing is, I have no clue where Nudge is. So in the end, I decide to look around the apartment for anything slightly suspicious. Honestly, it's a pretty hard job since our apartment looks EXACTLY THE SAME. I decide to start in her closet since it's where I last saw Nudge. I flip through Nudge's extensive closet to see no change. Well, there's a new bag of clothes, but basically the same things. I walk around the apartment feeling like a helpless puppy. After 45 minutes of searching I can't take it anymore. I sprint to my bedroom and flop on my bed while punching my pillow at the same time.

"AAARRRGGGHHH! WHERE ARE YOU NUDGE?" I scream into my pillow before whacking at my bed again.

PLOP. HUH?

What was that sound? I swear I heard something...

I jump on my bed again to see if I can replicate that same sound.

NOTHING.

I wonder what that was... I peer under my bed to see a black speck. I carefully crawl under and pull out a little black device. I wiggle it around in my hand before the answer hits me. THIS IS A BUG. A CAMERA. A LISTENING DEVICE.

Who would plant a bug in my apartment?

Fang's POV

When I arrived at school today, Max wasn't there. I guess this shouldn't be surprising to me, after all she does have that rebel attitude. Ok, guys, let's keep this a secret between you and me but, I was sorta disappointed. I really like *AHEM* admire Max's skills during PE. And she's really good at kicking butt. After what happened yesterday, I thought we could be friends...

First class of the day: PE.

I walk over to the gym in my PE uniform, just as Ms. Morre is doing attendance.

"Fang?" she asks boredly.

"Here," I reply in a monotone voice.

"Alright class, today you can try out for your sport. We're going to be having an A team and a B team.

Both will be going to competitions but the A team is a lot harder and more competitive. I'm going to start with the people who are more interested in basketball. Raise your hand please."

I raise my hand high in the air along with other students.

"OK, come up to the hoop and show me what you've got," she says, while dismissing the other students to the benches.

Me and about 20 other boys approach the hoops and balls.

"Please show me 4-5 shots. One from the top of the key, one from the top left corner, top right, one layup and an optional trickshot." Ms. Morre asks.

The first boy makes 2/4 shots. He attempts to make a shot from the three point line for his trick shot, but misses by like a mile. The next few boys are equally as horrible. When it's my turn, I take a deep breathe and square myself to the hoop.

BOINK

PLONK

PLOINK

POW

Score.

"Would you like to show us a trickshot?" Ms. Morre asks, highly impressed.

"Um, sure."

I wish Max were here to see my killer shot.

I approach the three point line and square myself to the hoop. But at last minute I turn around so that my back faces the hoop. I take 10 steps away from the three-point line so that the shot is nearly impossible for any shooter. I glance back one last time before executing a perfect shot... BACKWARDS! YES!

I turn my head slightly to see everyone, on the court and on the benches, with their mouths hanging wide open. Well this is awkward...

"Good job, Fang!" Ms. Morre says kindly after the initial shock.

"Thanks," I reply.

After 10 more minutes of shooting and dribbling Ms. Morre has made her final decision.

"Alright, anyone else want to try?" she asks.

I slowly raise my hand until Ms. Morre notices me.

"Yes, Fang?"

"I'm pretty sure my friend Max wants to sign up," I say firmly.

Ms. Morre shrugs, "Oh, well where is Max?"

"Um, sick, I think," I say slowly.

"Well, tell him to come to me when he's feeling better." She turns to the rest of the class. "Results will be posted soon," she exclaims.

I walk out of the gym, not bothering to correct Ms. Morre. Max is a girl! She'll surely amaze Ms. Morre with her incredible basketball skills. I would like to see the look on Ms. Morre's face when she sees Max on the court!

Nudge's POV

I wake up to an unfamiliar room, with sunlight streaming in my eyes. I shake the gray blanket off my body and adjust my eyes to the digital clock beside me. 10:42. My first thought: I'M KIDNAPPED... or in a really realistic dream... Yea, I'm gonna go with kidnapped...

I try to recall the events of last night. But when I try to think, my head throbs. All I remember is Max putting something in my smoothie because she was so annoyed by me... what happened after that? Max is my bestie, she wouldn't want to kidnap me. HEY, maybe this is just a prank... nah, Max is too lazy to prank me.

I can tell by my surroundings that I'm in a furnished bedroom. To my right is a bedside table and lamp, to my left a small closet. In front of me is a 2 person sofa and a door. My kidnapper sure is generous.

Afterall, my hands and feet aren't bounded and I don't have a black sack over my head.

I quietly jump out of bed, with my heart pounding. I quietly unplug the lamp next to me to use as a weapon if needed (C'mon, I was just KIDNAPPED!) I step across the hardwood flooring until I come across the door. Ok, anything/anyone could be on the other side. OK, you can do this, you're a spy for crying out loud. The person on the other side is probably a nobody. PROBABLY.

I clutch the lamp like it's my lifeline and slowly turn the doorknob with caution. In front of me is a tall teenage boy who is lounging on the couch, deep in sleep; he looks to be around my age. His hair is dirty blonde and from my approximations he look about 6'2. In other words, this guy is SMOKIN'. Mr. Hottie is wearing all black. OH MY GOD. Mr. Hotie is a NINJA. AAAHHHH, I've been kidnapped by a ninja. Ok, you can do this Nudge, just breathe, I may be a girl, but I don't fall for his charms that easily, he's still a kidnapper. After all, I am a super fabulous spy! I carefully plan my next move. HMMMM, I could whack him on the head for all the troubles he's caused me... or I could just leave silently. I ponder both options in my mind; both have pros and cons.

In the end I decide to just sneak out; why risk it? I tiptoe quietly past the couch and look around for the door. 30 feet away from me is a door that looks to lead outside. I walk to the door carefully, grace in all of my steps. I'm 15 feet away from the door when the boy groans and rolls over. AAAAHHHH. *FREAK OUT* what should I do? He rolls over a bit and I continue my cautious journey to the door. 10 feet... 9 feet... 8 feet... 7 feet... 6 feet... 5 feet. And then, my luck runs out. His eyes open big and blue and he stares at me, slightly confused. A few seconds pass and his eyes widen... and so do mine. I recognize him... but I'm not sure from where... The boy gets up, stretches, and walks over to me while rubbing his eyes. I'm frozen in place.

"Hi," he says, before I pelt the lamp at his face.

A/N: AHAHAHA. I like it when girls pelt stuff at dudes faces... Imma weirdo. Was that a cliffy or what? :P -Ashley

...have you ever pelted a something at a dude's face, Ashley? -michelle

Do pillows count? -Ashley

Next chapter will be all NUDGE. Sorry if there's not as much Fax... it'll be added later on. :P