3rd Person POV
The kids all rushed to lunch, besides Iggy, but we'll catch up with him later.
Max and Fang found each other and hugged for a moment before sitting down.
Soon, though Loretta came to Max.
"Max, what are you doing?" she asked, eying Fang with a look of disgust. Max noticed who the look was directed towards.
"I'm eating Lunch with my BOYFRIEND and my FAMILY." She said. (a/n she's not shouting but she's emphasizing the caps words) As she said this, she saw Nudge walking through the lunch line, and waved to her, who embarrassed slightly, waved back.
Max then, to prove a point, kissed Fang on the lips, a soft kiss, though. No need to get in trouble for PDA on the first day.
Now, hold it right there. Loretta didn't think Nick (to her) was ugly, or even mildly attractive. In fact, she thought that he was the sexist guy in school. The fact that her boyfriend, Lucas Castillo broke up with her right before winter formal had been on her nerves, but the fact that Max was going out with Nick, her new soon-to-be boy toy, ruined her good hair day.
Nudge turned back to her friends.
"Who's that girl who waved at you?" Spencer Shay, a hyper girl with brown hair and warm brown eyes asked Nudge. Spencer was super hyper, and super random, as Nudge had already learned. She had blue jean almost mini shorts, a plaid shirt, and cowboy boots.
"Yeah T.C., and who's that boy with her?" giggled Caitlyn Rugby, Spencer's best friend. Caitlyn was a southern belle type girl wearing a light pink, cap sleeved jumper with grey tights and converse that went perfectly with her eyeliner rimmed blue eyes and corn silk hair.
"Oh, she's my sister… Adopted." She hastily added after seeing the looks of disbelief on their faces. She quickly turned and grabbed a banana.
"And the boy is…?" Spencer asked, snatching the banana out of Nudge's hands and putting it in front of her crotch.
"Ha ha. Very funny. That's F-I mean Nick, my older brother." I grabbed a water bottle, turning away from the cafeteria, and heard my new friends gasp.
"What?" I said, turning around, then saw what they were looking at: Max and Fang kissing. Of course that's what they're doing.
"Umm… Technically we aren't related, so… that kinda happened."
Spencer gave us a mischievous laugh. "What else is 'kina happening?' over your place?" She playfully prodded, nudging my ribs while pelvic thrusting, banana still in place.
"Eew, Spencer!" Caitlyn laughed. Nudge and her friends stepped out of the lunch line.
"Hey T.C., are you sitting with us today?" A girl with blonde hair and grey eyes came over to the girls as they walked into the cafeteria. Kourtnee McShriver was tall and lean, like Nudge. She was super friendly and was wearing a floral tunic with black half leggings.
Nudge looked over at Max and Fang, who were looking at her, motioning at her to come over. She sighed. As much as she loved her siblings, this was her chance to make friends.
"Sorry," She told Kourtnee and the girls, "I already said I would sit with my sister.
Nudge sighed. The things she does for family.
Angel walked into the cafeteria in a straight line with her classmates in a row.
"OK class!" her teacher, Ms. Adair, a tall blonde woman that walked with the elegance of a ballerina said, "You have an hour for lunch, and then I want to meet y'all back here. Ok?"
"Yes Ms. Adair!" the class chorused, and then they ran to the lunch line.
Angel grabbed a ham 'n cheese sandwich, a bottle of water, and a cookie.
"MAX!" She yelled, "I missed you ALL DAY!" She jumped into Max's lap and gave the older girl a hug. She really had been bored all day, listening to childish thoughts like, 'I'm hungry' or 'that frog is green, whoa!' or 'Eew! Boys have cooties!'
"Missed you too An-Ariel!" Max said. She really had missed the little girl. "Ugh! I missed you so much baby." She whispered into her ear.
"I missed you too! Don't I get any love?" Fang whined, causing Angel to jump on his crotch, and Fang made a really loud 'oomph'.
"Ouch!" Fang yelled. Max laughed, and he just smirked and muttered, "You won't be laughing tonight…" and Max's face visibly paled.
"Fang, did you say something?" Angel asked innocently, really not knowing if he had said anything.
"Uh… nothing. I said nothing?" Fang said tentatively. Angel nodded and looked straight at Fang's forehead.
*ponies and unicorns, think ponies and unicorns* thought Fang.
"You were thinking on ponies and unicorns?" Angel asked, confused.
"Yeah…" Fang said.
"Hey Zeph!" Isaiah Hart called down the hallway. He was a mixed race kid with tan skin, brown curly hair, and clear (seemingly) brownish eyes. He was following the new kid, Zephyr, who he made friends with 2nd period, when he perfectly imitated the teacher farting.
"Yeah?" Gazzy said, looking behind him. He was hungry and just wanted some lunch, maybe talk to his siblings a bit.
"So… are you busy this weekend?" Isaiah asked.
Gazzy paused. "I don't really know, can I get back to you? I've got to ask my sister."
"What about your parents?" Isaiah thought aloud.
Gazzy's face darkened, and he took a deep breath. "They're dead." He lied, kinda. To him, at least in his mind, his parents are dead.
Isaiah stopped. He hadn't meant to bring that up. "Man, I am so sorry." He said sympathetically, and put his hand on Zephyr's (to him) shoulder.
Gazzy shrugged it off, pissed, and eyes beginning to feel a prickle of tears. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and stormed off.
"Just leave it." He growled, leaving Isaiah in the dust.
Max saw him come in, his face sad and angry, twisted and pained, and automatically knew something was wrong.
"Hon, what's wrong?" She asked him as he sat down.
"A kid asked about my parents." He mumbled.
Max sighed. "I'm sorry." He nodded.
"Just think, though," she said, "you wouldn't be so cool if your parents had kept you." She whispered.
"Yeah, I know." Gazzy whispered back, setting his head on her shoulder.
Ethan Hall was a thin man with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. He had rectangular frames around his eyes and a wedding ring around his left ring finger.
He was sitting in his office, e-mailing the parent of a student, Jesea Malka, who was being bullied. He was explaining the process of how to fix the "problem" when he thought he heard a bump and a whimper.
He stuck his head out the door. A tall boy with blonde hair sat against the lockers, tears on his face.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Hall asked him. The boy shifted, obviously amused.
"Do I look alright?" he said sarcastically. Mr. Hall pursed his lips, not amused.
"Look at me when you're talking, son." He said. The boy laughed, a dry laugh, and turned to face the teacher.
"Why," He said, shaking the hair away from his eyes, "It's not like I can see you anyways." The boy's eyes were clouded over.
Mr. Hall sighed. "Come into my office, let's have a chat."