I've come to the conclusion that everything is against math.
Skid: Er . . . why?
Me: Math = hard. Well, most math anyway. A list of things that is against math: Science, English, PE, me, math, and a whole lot of other things that I don't know. Science is against math because math is stable and science can change any second. I hate math . . .
Tank: Math is against math? Huh? Man, I do that too often. I need a raise.
Me: Yeah, why else would it divide and fold and multiply or whatever? It keeps trying to kill itself!
JP: Yep, she's officially insane.
Me: No, young grasshopper. I'm officially a math hater. Math Haters, unite! *cricket noises* Geez. You'd think more people would hate math.
Disclaimer: I don't own math. I don't even like math. Why would I want to own it?
JP: Ahem.
Me: Oh. Right.
The other dislcaimer cause Jamey hasn't caved yet: I don't own Maximum Ride, James Patterson, or Twilight. Damn.
Fang POV
Max was sick for two days. Two days of nothing but a fever, puke, and a toilet bowl for company. Today was Friday and she actually joined us for breakfast. Still wearing the pair of baggy sweatpants and hoodie she's been wearing since she got sick. She had a little color back in her face, and the bags under her eyes seemed to have lightened. Her hair was a complete mess, and she seemed a little weak.
In other words, she looked like crap, but at least it wasn't shit.
"Mornin', Max," Jeb greeted, looking over his gigantic cup of coffee. How does he eat that whole thing?
"Feeling any better?" Angel asked from her spot next to Jeb, worry creeping into her words. She really loved Max. And Max really loved Angel.
Max smiled weakly, and said, " A little."
"Hungry?" Iggy asked but he was already putting some bacon on a plate.
"Starving." Iggy handed her the bacon and she ate with a fork. A fork. I lived here for a few weeks now, and Max doesn't eat with forks. But she's sick, so I guess hygiene does live in everyone. She gulped down a glass of orange juice and said, "I'm gonna try and not puke today." Then left.
"Guess we better go," I siad from the counter and dumped my plate in the sink. Iggy nodded and took his- er, Max's keys out of his pocket.
"See ya, Jeb," Iggy told him and walked out of the door, the rest of us following him to the truck.
Once we were on our way to school, I asked him, "Why do you call Jeb Jeb?"
"Well," he said. "He wasn't much of a dad. Anne was the one who really took care of us when we were younger, and Max took care of Angel after mom left.
"Wait, an eight year old took care of a baby just a few months old?" Wow. I never thought of Max as a mother figure.
He nodded. "Yeah. I know." He pulled into the parking lot and we met up with Nudge and Ella on the wall by the front doors. Iggy put an arm around Nudge's shoulders, and Ella walked next to me. Gazzy and Angel headed over to the middle school and we were all alone.
"Max still sick?" Ella asked.
Iggy nodded. "As a dog."
Nudge decided to join the conversation. "I hope she's alright. El, you think she'll be alright by Monday? I hope she is. We get to wear our pajamas on Monday for homecoming week! Oh, I hope she'll be alright. I miss Max. She must be really sick if she's still not at school. I mean, she looked really bad that first-"
"Nudge, please, my ears are bleeding!" Iggy said. Nudge glared at him, but smiled and went onto her toes to kiss him. Makeout city, straight ahead!
"Oh, get a room," Ella said, rolling her eyes.
Nudge glared at Ella, but was cut short when Lissa walked in front of me. She had her red hair flying, and making her green eyes pop out. Sure, she's kinda pretty, but she's definitely a slut. The top two buttons on her dress shirt were undone, and her skirt was shorter than all of the other girls' were. She had on white boots that went just above her ankles with a small heel to them, and her lips were painted a glossy pink. She was extremely close. So close I could see the globs of face makeup on her skin. (A/N: I hate it when that happens. I want to dump a bucket of water on them to see what's really under that three pounds of makeup.)
She twirled a piece of red hair between her thumb, middle finger, and index finger. I think that was what girls did when they liked a boy or something. Well, that's what they did in fourth grade, but I'm not really up to date on my Girlology. Damn school for cutting that class. Damn them.
"Hi, Fang," she said in what was supposed to be seductive voice but only managed to be annoying.
"Yo," I said.
"So, do you wanna go to homecoming with me?" she asked. Ugh. I wasn't planning on going, but Iggy was making me. Said something about getting a girlfriend already. Whatever, Iggy. Whatever.
"No." I started to walk away but she followed me.
"What do you mean, no?" Her voice was extra whiny, and it reminded me of a small child.
"No means no." Huh. Wasn't it usually the other way around? I walked into the school and made my way to my locker.
She continued to follow me. When will she stop?
"But, Fa-ang! I'm the most popular girl in school."
I turned around and saw a sad attempt at Bambi eyes. I'm immune to poser Bambi eyes. I've been subject to both Ella, Nudge, and Angel Bambi eyes at the same time so there was no way she was gonna get me.
"I said, no, Lissa." I then continued down the hall.
"Bu-" she was cut off my Nudge's voice.
"He said no, Lissa. He belongs to-"
Ella said, "Nudge, shut up!"
I belong to who? Girls are so weird. I don't think I'll ever understand them.
Max POV
I sat outside on the porch swing drawing in my sketch book. I had saw a raven sitting on a tree next to my house, and started to draw it. I had my earplugs in, my paints and pens next to me, and a pencil in my hand. I looked up for another look at the crow, and realized it was looking straight at me. It's black eyes stared right into mine, which was very unusual.
Then something even odder happened. It's eyes flashed a deep, rich topaz, and he flew off. I was absolutely startled, but I recovered fast enough to mix the paints into the topaz color just as I has seen it.
This wasn't Edward Cullen topaz eyes, this was a much prettier color topaz. I picked up my smallest paint brush and delicately painted in the eyes, the topaz color getting darker till it reached the black pupil.
I looked the raven holding out the picture far enough for me to see it all. I smiled to myself, and put the picture down. The felt someones cool breath on the back of my neck and I swung my head around.
I was met by a pair of midnight eyes, which were really a dark, dark brown. The song Again by Flyleaf played in my ears, and I stared into Fang's rich eyes.
I pressed off on my iPod touch and pulled out my earplugs. "Yeah?"
He whispered in my ear, "You're very talented." His breath tickled my neck, and sent shivers through me. I couldn't tell if they were good or bad.
"Thanks," I said and stood up. I was still sick and it would be a shame if he got whatever I had.
"You're welcome."
Iggy came on the porch and said, "Hello, love birds. You have company, Max." Then he went inside.
"Max! You're alive!" Ella said, and came onto the porch.
"Yeah!" Nudge said, coming onto the porch with Ella. "We thought you were, like, in the hospital or something. You never miss this much school! I remember in first grade you had a cold and you still came to school and Ella and I got sick. That was really bad because we all missed three days of school. Are you gonna come to school Monday? We miss you a lot! P-" Ella slapped a hand over her mouth and I laughed.
"Yeah, I'm probably going to school monday. Calm down, Nudge. I didn't go to the hospital nor the doctor."
"Ok!" she said extra cheerily. "But the school is probably gonna give you problems about not having an excuse or something."
That was probably the shortest thing she ever said.
"See ya," Fang said and exited through the door and into the house. I sat down on the bench again and Angel sat on my lap, completely forgetting I was sick. I honestly forgot too, and started to practice braiding. I had watched Gazzy do it, and it did seem pretty easy. Just bring it into three parts, take either the left or right, bring it over the middle, and if you took the left, take the right and do the same, and the right the left. Was that confusing? Yes? Oh well. Suck it up.
Nudge sat in the chair next to the swing, and Ella made herself a spot next to me and started to flip through my sketch book. It had a leather cover and the spine was leather. It was top notch, and Jeb had given it to me for my birthday. That was about two months ago in June, and I had used up most of the sketch book, drawing anything I felt like.
"Max," Ella said, flipping through my drawings of trees or birds or random people. "These are really good. It's like looking at a picture."
I shrugged and continued to braid Angels hair. We had it cut a little shorter to where it was just a few inches below her shoulders, but it was still very hard for me to braid because I was still learning. You know somethings odd when you learn how to braid from your little brother.
"Let me see," Angel said and reached over to Ella, who handed her the book. I took a rubber band from my wrist and concluded Angel's braid.
"Max, Ella's right. These are really good." She handed the book over to Nudge, who took them eagerly and flipped through the pictures.
I shrugged. "I guess."
"Oh my God, Max! These are fantastic! You should totally enter the state drawing contest. Whoever wins will get, like, five hundred dollars or something. That's a lot of money. Are you gonna do it? You really should, you'd definitely win! That would be so cool if you won!"
Bet you can't guess who that was. Yeah, it was Fang.
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Ha ha! How many of you actually believed that? But really, it was Nudge. How many of you guessed that? *everyone raises their hands* ALL of you? Geez. It's no fun trying to trick someone if you don't fall for it.
Again, I shrugged. "Pretty cool, I guess."
But Nudge was unfazed. "Oh my God, do you have any more sketch books or something? More pictures? Come on, Max! I need more! Please, Max, please?"
I made the mistake of looking at her. She was giving me Bambi eyes. Damn things always get me. I don't like showing people my work. It's like people going through your diary: A complete disregard of my privacy. How many of you have siblings that gp through your journal or whatever? Well, think about how you feel after they do that.
I sighed. "Fine. Ange, can you please go upstairs to my room and get one of the books on the bottom shelf of my bookcase?"
She hopped off my lap and said, "Sure thing, Max." Then went inside the house.
I pulled my legs under me and closed my eyes. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I opened my eyes again, the sun was setting. And there were at least two more sketch books on the porch, and Ella, Nudge, and Angel were all flipping pages like crazy.
"What are you doing?" I asked. They jumped, and Nudge almost dropped the book. Key word: Almost. I think she knew I would kill her if she dropped it.
"Uh . . ." Ella said, drifting off. "Reading your sketch books?"
You know, I was feeling much better. I glared at Ella, and said, "How many did you read?"
"Um . . . half of them? We put all the ones we read back in the order they were, I swear."
All together, I had about ten thick sketch books and nine are filled, cover to cover. I sighed and said, "That's enough reading. I'll bring them back upstairs. Ella, Nudge, I think mom would be worried about you. You should go home."
"Can you drive us?" Ella asked. "It's getting dark out and I don't wanna walk home . . ." she trailed off and I nodded.
"Sure." I got up and stretched. "I'll drive you home. Ange, you should go inside."
She nodded and picked up my sketch books, then went inside. I pulled my extra car key from under the welcome mat and walked over to the truck. I was feeling much, much, better.
Monday of homecoming week. Yay. Not. But at least we got to wear our pajamas. I was wearing an over sized blue t-shirt and black boxers with black flip-flops. Pretty awesome. Iggy wore white and light blue plaid pants and a white t-shirt and some gray sneakers. Fang wore, well, a black shirt and black pants and black sneakers. Angel, being angel, wore a pink t-shirt and some Hello Kitty pants and pink slippers, her hair in a braid. She was so cute. Gazzy wore a brown shirt and some camouflage shorts and black tennis shoes.
I stuffed down three pieces of toast without the sensation of nausea. Yes! That's the first time in almost a week. And then I downed a glass of orange juice.
"Hungry much, Max?" Iggy asked with a chuckle.
"Hey, you try being sick for six days with barely anything to eat. Then we'll talk about hungry," I replied and put some bacon on my plate, then ate it as soon as it was there.
I went for more bacon, when Iggy slapped my hand away. "Leave some for the rest of us, will ya, Max?"
"I guess you deserve some food too . . ." I said and trailed off.
They ate their food, giving an occasional joke. I sat on the counter, waiting for them to be done so we could just go to school already.
I looked at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. "Time to go, guys."
"Alright, Max," Iggy said and pulled out the keys. "I'm gonna drive to school."
"Ha ha, no." I snatched the keys out of his hand and grabbed my messenger bag. He glared at the back of my head as I walked out of the house and to the truck.
We drove to school in silence until Angel started to hum a Justin Bieber song. Ugh.
"How can you like that?" Gazzy asked her.
She shrugged. "He's cute."
I raised an eyebrow at her. We were at a red light. "You're eight. You're still supposed to think guys have cooties."
She shrugged. "He's still cute."
I rolled my eyes and pressed on the gas . . . . I pulled into the school and got out of the truck. Ella and Nudge immedietly met up with us. Ella wore a yellow t-shirt and a pair of orange shorts and yellow flip-flops. Nudge had on a pink tank top and white shorts and pink slippers.
"Hey, guys!" Sam I am said, coming over. He was wearing a red shirt and blue pants, and he was quite cute. So blonds aren't my type - he's still cute. "Hey, Max." When he added the last part he blushed.
"Hey, Sam," I said and waved. We walked to the wall near the doors where we waited before the bell rang.
After about five minutes of absolutely nothing to talk about, came next to me and leaned against the Wall. I'm just gonna give the wall a title. It is no the Wall. Yeah, I went there. (A/N: And I brought my fanfiction account with me!)
"So, Max, do you wanna go to homecoming with me?" he asked in a rush.'
"Sure, Sam!" I said. He was cute and nice and not at all a sexist pig.
He smiled. He was so cute.
I thought I saw Fang's hands clench into fists but it must have just been my imagination . . . right?
School is coming down on me
Like water at the bottom of the ocean
The deep blue water
Putting pressure on me
The fishes swarming me
The sharks eating me
Tank: I told you this before, and I'll tell you again: Stick. To. Stories.
Me: My poetry sucks, I know. But this one might be better:
I am proud to say
I have 65 songs on my Queue
Skid: I don't think that counts.
Me: *shrugs* Whatever. What did ya think of this chapter?
JP: It was good.
Tank: Eh.
Skid: I liked it.
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- Sanity