A/N: I'm opening up my mind. I'm letting the words conquer my brain and arrange themselves to form a nice and funny chapters for you guys.
Chapter 7
Fang POV
I met her in a playground
Swinging on a swing
With her delicate brown hair falling down her shoulders.
I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't-
SHUT UP, CONSCIENCE. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME.
But it's true. I can't just walk up to her and say, "Hi, I'm Fang. I've known you for thirteen years and I'm hopelessly in love with you. Will you go to the Homecoming dance with me?"
No. That would be humiliating. And humiliation won't be good in my résumé. Besides, I want her to remember in her own pace. I'm not gonna force her to reminisce even with my instincts punching me to do it.
I'm gonna wait and see how it goes.
Meanwhile, a recap about what happened in the last seven days.
While Iggy and the rest of the SC (not including me) were busy preparing for the Homecoming dance, I taught my classes.
(That last line might have brought your eyebrows to rise. Let me explain. I'm a child prodigy. That's why I'm fluent in 22 languages. I'm not genius. I just pick up information much quicker than everybody else.)
My usual classes were as natural and usual as before. Except for one thing. Max was in all of my classes.
Coincidence? Don't think so.
For my first class in the morning, French II, Max was sitting down on one of the vacant seats at the back of the room. I admit, she almost killed me when I saw her. But I didn't let that emotion escape.
"Bonjour," I said to the class as they murmured a Bonjour. "Comment ça va ?" I laid my notebooks down the desk and perched on the end of the desk. I never sit on the chair. I just find it disgusting when eight teachers have sat on it before me.
A blond dude with big biceps rose his hand. I looked at my seating arrangement and saw his name.
I tilted my head at him. Grant nodded and shouted, "Ça va trés bien!" He fist-pumped the air in excitement. My class of fifteen agreed with him. I rose my eyebrow.
"Pourquoi?" I asked Grant and he slightly shook his head at Max. I pretended not to notice until I fixed my eyes at her.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Maximum Ride. Puis je vous demander la raison de votre visite?" I asked her in a perfect French accent because I know Max is fluent in French.
Max smiles. "Ah, oui." Her warm brown eyes twinkled in amusement.
She's never gonna tell me what brings her here, I thought. I just shook my head and went on teaching my class.
I tried not to look at her when I was teaching because her skirt was distracting. How can she even wear that when it's cold outside?
"À demain," My class shuffled out of the room while Max stretched.
"Glad that was over," she said and yawned.
"What are you doing here?" I sounded as if I was irritated. I was, but that's not the reason.
"I'm trying to find the guy I saw last Wednesday lurking around the senior dormitory." She dropped her arms to her sides and matched my voice.
"Well you're not gonna find him with you parading around the school." I left the room with my notebooks on my left hand. I heard Max's footsteps behind me as I strode to my second period.
I sat down on my usual seat in Mr. Pright's Genetics class. I don't need a lab partner because I'm so smart and I sat at the very back because my classmates are intimidated by my intelligence.
Because of Max, hollers and whistles were ringing around the classroom. To make it worse, she sat next to me. Which caused a few boos and thumbs to point down.
Now I was really irritated.
Mr. P's face was red in amusement. He gets giddy when there's a girl around. "Miss, what brings you here?" Mr. P asked Max. I rolled my eyes. I asked her that and she didn't answer!
Max smiled at him. "Just inspecting. Pretend I'm not here." She waves for Mr. P to get on with class. Yes, Mr. P. Get on with class.
He did an unsuccessful job getting on with class. And the guys around me kept glancing over their shoulders to get a peek at Max. I sighed loudly and they turned around.
I almost cried out in freedom when the bell rang. I immediately left the room, but I still heard Max's footsteps behind me.
Third period usually mean free period. It means we get to go wherever we want. But not Deveraux. So of course, Max got noticed.
I assumed they would get all flirtatious with her, but they shocked me because they had their mouths open and were drooling. There was that silence I've always wished for ringing in the atmosphere.
"Why are they looking at me like that?" Max whispered on my ear.
"Because you're too pretty." It was too late for me to stop the words from gushing out of my mouth.
Max glared at me. "Only you could make a compliment sound like an insult."
I snorted. "That's because it is an insult," She totally misinterpreted it! Maybe it's the way I said it. Irritation was still surging through my veins. "You can't be that beautiful and expect to be ignored."
The bell rang and I went to the computer lab. Web designing is my second class.
"'Sup?" I dropped my notebooks on the ground and my class of six nodded their heads. Max took the only vacant computer in the room and I tried to keep my composure. That was my computer.
"You guys finished with your websites?"
They all snorted. "Hell yeah! It's awesome, Fang! Look!"
I smirked. I went to their computers and took a look at their websites. They totally took my breath away.
"That's so cool! How did you do that?"
I stiffened. I looked at Max. "You're never gonna find him here."
Max glared. "Why do you care?"
"You're disrupting my class."
"Fine."
I rose my eyebrows because she didn't move to leave.
Max turned away from my gaze. "I need your help," she said in a low voice.
The bell rang and my class logged out from their computers. They left the room and went to their fourth periods.
"Describe him."
Max took a deep breath. "Blond hair that stops at the bottom of his neck. Bright blue eyes. About six feet tall. His skin was the kind surfers have. He was wearing a white shirt rolled up in the sleeves and his neck tie was not tied and his belt was not buckled."
"Did he have a necklace with a silver ring as a pendant?"
"Yes."
"Was he wearing black flip flops?"
Max eyes widened. "Yeah. How-"
I was not done. "Did he have a black leather wristband on?"
"Yeah!" Her eyes widened even more.
"Your guy's Dylan."
Her face fell. "What the hell was he doing in Deveraux?"
I shrugged. "Ask him. That's your job, isn't it?"
Max nodded weakly.
"Now go back to Deveraux. You're gonna cause a war in this school."
Max grinned. "Thanks."
I winked at her. "No prob, MnM." I turned around and ran to my fourth period. The bell rang when I was halfway to the Gym.
Coach Win glared at me. He was tapping his black pen on his clipboard impatiently.
"You're late, Fang."
I mumbled a sorry. I took my seat next to Dylan.
"Beware. Max's gonna interrogate you," I murmured to Dylan.
Dylan stopped tapping his finger on his leg. "She knows?"
I nodded.
"How?"
"Your blond hair gave you away. Dye it or something."
"The hell I will."
I snorted as Coach Win told us to change.
That happened last Friday.
Today at the meeting, Max was looking at me like I suddenly grew seventy-five zits on my face. I rose my eyebrows at her and she looked away. What the hell is going on in that mind of hers?
Maybe my calling her MnM gave me away.
Years ago, I called Max lots of names. I call her "Max" when I'm in a normal mood. When I'm bored and trying to irritate her, I call her "MnM". I call her "Emmy" when I'm happy. I only call her by her full name when I'm serious. And I only said her full name once before yesterday. When she left London.
Her full name is 30% full of M's. When I met her, I couldn't pronounce the "x" on her name, so I started calling her "MeeMee". One year past and I could pronouce her first name. It was weird for her, because no one calls her "Maximum". Just "Max."
Max was actually the person who nicknamed me "Fang."
It was her seventh birthday when the incident happened. Her mother gave me a slice of her Black Forest cake when she suddenly took it from me and ate it. That was also my first time getting angry at her. She was taunting me, but I just grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She still won't give my cake so I bit her. Hard. She dropped the cake and she cried.
"Mom! Fang bit me! Mommy! Fang bit me! It hurts!"
And since then, I was called Fang.
I wonder if she remembers it. . .
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