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Chapter 5: What are you losing?
Max's POV:
I sat up straight when Dr. Dylan came in. Even for a Doctor, he looked about 18 to 20 years old, he is actuality 29. Young looking and I'm not going to lie, hot. My mom came in after him. She was at my side in like, 0.3 seconds. Worry wort.
"Oh Max dear, you scared me! Are you alright? Are you still hurting?" Dr. Dylan never had time to ask me those questions. So he just let mom ask them every time I have a "Bad Day" something I like to call them. A "Fall" didn't suit me very well. After I answered, I looked at Dr. Dylan. If it was good news, he would act happy and jittery.
My mom looked away trying not to tear up. His face was dismayed. Sadness took over his happy side. I sighed and looked at my hands. Refusing to look in his eyes. "So lay me down straight...what's wrong with me this time?" He shook his head. "Well, your not getting better, I assume your abdomen is obviously the main issue, and your test are all jammy. None of us, or other Doctors know what is going on with your blood cells."
"Its like something is exploding in your abdomen and destroying you blood cells and killing all T cells in your body." I liked how simple he was when he spoke to teenagers. He narrowed down the scientific crap and helped us understand better. Unlike Mr. Logsten. Who I never really see anymore.
I stayed quit, not looking forward to saying something like "It can't be helped." That would only make my mom cry even more. I wanted to hold her and tell her not to cry for me. I hated seeing my mom in pain. Imagine how I'd feel if my friends font out. Yeah, it wouldn't be pretty. The news would get out and everyone at school would talk to me with sympathy. That's what I really want to avoid.
After Dr. Dylan left, my mom followed behind to talk to the rest. Not looking at me with her eyes. She knew if she did she would fall deeper into depression. I wouldn't blame her, but I still wanted her to look at me with motherly eyes and tell me I was going to be alright. Would she ever look at me like that again?
I let out a shaky breath. Trying my hardest not to let my tears come over me. The thought of my mom, dad, friends, everyone. It would haunt me forever. I bared my face into my hands. Crying out for this hell to be over. I wanted to get better, I wanted to live, I didn't want to die! Not yet. Not like this.
Soon, my cries died out and I was just regretting my tear session. Now my throat hurt and I wanted cold water to sooth the dryness. I sat back into the plush cushioned pillows. I gulped down my pain. I shut my burning eyes tightly. Could I really be in idiot?
The thought came to me after I woke up. I opened my eyes and studied the wall across the room.
After calling out Fang's name, the dream came to an end. When I woke up, Iggy was laying next to me in bed. His arms wrapped around my frame. He had puffy eyes and was just staring at me. I looked around the room for a moment to brake the awkward starting contest.
Iggy broke the silence. "He isn't here. I took him and that girl home after we ate." I looked at him and realized he was talking about Fang "Well, why would he be here? I only met him a few days ago." Iggy frowned. "Well you made your self pretty clear that you wanted him here. So I guess I'm sorry for disappointing you." He got up and began walking out. He stoped for a moment and looked at me.
"You know...you really are an idiot when it comes to these things." With that he walked out.
I haven't had time to think about that moment till now. Just then, my phone buzzed. I picked up my phone and the screen flashed "Message from Fang". I unlocked the phone and began reading his text.
Hey, Max. It turns out I'm being transferred to your school. Cool, right? Anyway, what happened yesterday? You guys just left. Iggy took us home last night.
I blushed remembering my dream. A smile etched onto my face.
Really, that's cool. Hope to get class with you. We will only get a few because I'm a sophomore. Your a senior, right? So is Sam and Iggy. Oh, we left because my mother was having a breakdown at a sale.
Lol, doubt that was the reason. I hope to see you tomorrow. I can give you a ride to school. If you want.
My eyes widen. I quickly texted him.
No, I'm good on being dropped off at school. It's totally fine. See you tomorrow.
After a minute, he texted back.
Um, ok. See you tomorrow, I guess...
His text seemed disappointed.
Aye, I can tell when someone is texting with a sad expression. No exception here, Fang boy.
He sent me the text that ended our short conversation.
... Sure. Night, Max.
After our little chat on my almost dead phone, I got up and grabbed my sketch book. I pondered on what to draw. Then Fang's face came into view. I smiled and began drawing him with those charcoal wings. I used my ball point Sharpe to darken his feather and his hair.
The door to my room opened and I hid my picture under my pillow. Suddenly a boy busted into my room and he hides under my bed. I swing myself upside down on my bed to look at the child from a strange angle. He has blond hair and blue eyes. Much like Angel.
He holds a finger to his lips. I nod and sit up slowly. A minute later, a familiar girl walked in. It was Star! I hid my face from her using my blanket. I can hear her bare feet walking to my bed. "I'm sorry, have you seen a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes?" I deepen my voice to sound different. "Um, no. I haven't." I hear her mumble a sorry and leave.
She closed the door and I pull the blanket down. "What was that all about?" I asked the boy who was now coming out from under the bed. "Well, I was visiting my grandma and my parents told me to go play. I saw that girl downstairs playing in the game room. I asked to join and I uh, kind of cheated. That made her mad so I just ran."
"Well, don't just go and bust into random peoples rooms. I mean, what if I was a old man getting naked?" He made a yuk face. "Mmhmm. Not a pretty sight to see, huh?" He smiled and thanked me. "Well, what's your name?" He asked before leaving. "Im Max. And you?" "Im Gazzy. See you later, Max." He left my room.
Gazzy huh? He looked like Angel. A lot like Angel. Before lights out, I asked Dr. Dylan if I could go to school. He agreed, but never really liked me hiding this secret from my friends. The only people who knew was my family, Iggy, Sam, and Lissa. I hadn't told Nudge, Bridget, Ratchet, Kate, J.J, Star, and all the rest. If Fang fount out, he would probably pity me. I've seen how he treats Star.
Tomorrow will be better. Hopeful he or anyone wouldn't find out.
Fang's POV:
I ate my bowl of cereal in th kitchen. My mom was busy making my dad some eggs and toast. Speaking of the devil, he came walking down stairs. I sat down my bowl and wrapped my arm under his weight. I had a hatred of him doing this. Making himself sick because he's afraid of losing Star.
I sat him down at the table. "Ah, thank you son." He looked at me smiling. "Welcome dad. Well, I'll be off. Don't want to be late for school." I walked out of the house with out actually saying bye. I turned on my car and drove to school. I thought about what happened the other day. I had met the friends I so yearned for. The last friend I had, stoped talking to me after Star was diagnosed with cancer.
Me and Max had that in common. Someone dear to us is awaiting for death. I was disappointed last night when Max didn't take my offer on a ride to school. It's not like it would be any trouble. I actually was looking forward to talking to her today. I would see her at school, right?
As soon as I got to school, Max and the others were sitting at the entrance of the school. It wouldn't start till about 8:25 anyway. "Hey." I approached them. Max gave me a smile and patted a seat for me. She was sitting on a small wall that was used to hold the name of the school up. "Yo." She said
We looked at each other's schedule. "So, we have 3ed, 4th, lunch, 6th, and 7th hour." She handed my list of classes back to me. Four classes with Max. The entire school got off campus lunchs. Well, sophomore to senior. Apparently the school didn't have enough hours to just teach two classes each grade, so the years of students where mixed up.
First hour was World history with Mr. Wright. He looked young, but had a Italian mustache. His class was boring. Second hour was with Iggy, and Sam in Biology. The teacher was nice I guess. He didn't give us any work. Finely, the next hour was with Max. It was Art so it would be more interesting.
We sat four to a table. Max sat next to me in the back table. It had been a habit to them to sit as far from the teacher as possible. This was pretty far. Two others were girls I never seen with Max. "Fang, this is Kate and J.J." They looked at me and smiled waving. Kate had black hair and supermodel cheekbones. She seemed to smile at me more than J.J.
We where supposed to draw one person at our tables face. My only thought was of Max. This wasn't going to work out, cause I suck at drawing. I tried my best anyway. I looked at my picture. Max's hair was line strait, her nose had been smeared and her left eye was out of place. Sighing I sat my paper down. Max looked over and held a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
"Oh haha. Laugh it up." I said looking over at hers. It was me. My hair was a dark black and she made a feather falling next to me. "Whats the feather?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled. "Just something that you remind me from." I raised my brow. She really was good. I couldn't believe this was me. She made this man, well...handsome?
After Art, was piano lab. Now the piano I was good at. Max, not so good. She sat at her piano and became frustrated. Slamming her hands on the keys. I chuckled. "Your doing it wrong. Here, like this." I sat my hands on hers and moved her fingers to the places.
I helped her play "Marry roll along". I stoped when I realized how close I was. I pulled away. "So, um. Yeah, like that." I whipped my hand across my nose. I got a peek at her face. She looked embarrassed and was blushing. God, I had that effect on women. After class was lunch.
We went to Daylights Donuts because it was still open and it was only a block away from school. Iggy sat close to Lissa and Sam. For some reason, Max and Iggy haven't talked. I didn't have a clue as to way.
She looked up at me after eating a donut hole. "Fang, why did we become friends so quickly?" I shrugged, yet I knew the answer. "Because you and I both have someone close to us dieing. Both with cancer." She looked down. "It's...not fair. How come we get cheated out of life? How come God gave us a limit to expire? It just doesn't make sense!" She looked down angrily.
Iggy looked over with a hint of worry. She rested her head on her hands and then slid her head down to her arms. "I know it doesn't...it never will. I guess God just has a way of doing things." She peeked up with a grim face. "Do you?" "Do I what?"
"Do you believe in him...God." I looked at her curiously. "Well, not really. I believe in a higher power." She looked back at her hand. "I don't believe in any God. Not one that would do this at least. I believe that life just bits you in the ass." I smiled. "Well luckily you'll have a while to enjoy it." She didn't look up or even smile.
When seventh hour came, we watched a video on kids that do drugs and what it leads to. For some reason, I felt off edge by it. I don't actually listen to them...but today made me pay attention. I don't know what it was. Max sat a few seats down. The only room with a seating chart.
I looked over at her and saw her shoulders shaking. Her head down in her crossed arms like she was sleeping. I could hear soft whimpers that sounded muffled. She was trying to keep quit, but a few kids plus myself watched her curiously.
Lissa leaned over and tapped her back for concern. Max shot up and left the class without premitition. Lissa looked to me and seemed as shocked as I was. She got up and ran out to her. I as well got up, but kept my pace quit. What was going on with her today?
Lissa caught up with her close to the girls bathroom. "Max! What's wrong?" Max turned around holding her hand to her mouth. "I'm just...I hate seeing kids treat their own lives like it's nothing. They throw away their lives for drugs. As to which we get robbed of ours." She must be talking about Iggy. Her friend. Did she know that she had a breakdown in class? It kind of ticked me off.
"Max...hold on, I'll get some towels." She walked into the bathroom. I walked up to Max. She looked up at me surprised. I was none to happy. "Max, I know that Iggy is your friend, but you didn't need to have a breakdown, you know? My sister has cancer too, but I'm not that showy about it."
Max looked at me for a moment. Then her face grew sour. "Really? You think I'm being showy? Listen, no offence, but you don't exactly know what I'm going threw." I did take offense. "I don't know? Your losing and friend as to me losing a SIBLING. Come talk to me when you lose someone like that to you."
She went red with anger. "Its not just a SIBLING I'm losing. It everyone else!" She screamed. I rolled my eyes. I thought Max was a good person, but it seems she is just another girl feeling self pity. "Quit acting like it's the end of the world, Max." She tightened her fist.
"It might as well be the end of the world for me!" She turned around and ran down the hall. Leaving her glasses smashed on the ground. I had really liked Max. It seems like she was just leaving her friends to coo her after Iggy would pass. I mean didn't she know who Iggy felt? He's the one dieing. Right?
Lissa came out looking around for Max. I sighed. "She left. Max...left." It was Lissa who feels the same pain I am. She was losing a brother. I'm losing a sister. They both where losing everyone. And what exactly would Max be losing besides Iggy? She wasn't the one dieing...yet why did she say she was losing everyone? I wonder...
Ok, so you will find out Max's side if the story later. Long chapter. Anyway, please review!
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