True Facebook Love
Summary:
Max and Fang got in a fight. Max wanted revenge. So she made a fake Facebook for Fang's dream girl. Now if only he will fall in love.
Cue operation Heartbreak. Based off of Phoenix Fanatic's idea.
Disclaimer: me no own. There, I said it!
AN: Hi again peoples! It is nice to see you again! Well, through the computer. Good enough.
Chapter 2
"Day 1, Launching Operation"
Max POV
Today was the first day of Operation: Heartbreak. That was what I decided to call my revenge plan. I know, it isn't very creative, but hey, I have only been going to school for a couple months. I only know so many words. Today is going to be a great day. Today I am going to put my plan into action.
Here is the layout:
Name- Operation: Heartbreak
Objective- To break Fang's heart
Reason- He broke mine
Category- Revenge
Tools- Me, Facebook, Ella, makeup, hair extensions.
Mwahaha!
Now, that was just the basic layout. It is only slightly more complicated than that. I was going to make a Facebook profile for Fang's dream girl. Good thing I know him so well. I will be "playing" her, and talking to Fang online, because he already has a Facebook. Then, hopefully, he will fall deeply in love with her. I break the news to him that she's fake, and it breaks his heart.
Simple.
And the best part is that I can brag about how I was the one who made him fall in love.
He will never live it down.
I am pretty proud of my plan, it took me through breakfast to think of it.
I ran down from my room to the kitchen, and grabbed a notebook and a pencil. Running back upstairs, I ran straight into Fang.
"Uh, hi Fang!" I said cheerfully.
"Uh, hi Max?" Fang said cautiously. He looked at me like I was an alien. Oh right, he thinks I'm still upset. He doesn't know about my awesome revenge plan. Revenge can really cheer you up. It makes me happy.
Fang was still staring at me.
Crap, better put on my angry face. What do I say?
"Uh, I, um," I stuttered. Stupid Max! I settled on just glaring at him. He retreated, muttering something to himself. Something about girls and, polar bears? Bi-polar? Whatever.
I ran to my room, locked the door, and sat on my bed. Okay, the first thing I needed was a name.
Um, what about Anna? No, that seems like a delicate name, sort of. Or Mary? Pretty, but doesn't seem like someone for Fang. After what seemed like forever, I still couldn't find a good name for the dang girl. So I decided that maybe I should create her personality first.
I wrote "personality" at the top of the page, and drew a line under it.
Well, she should be sarcastic. Someone who can compete with Fang in wit, even if it is just over Facebook. Fang would like a girl who is witty and sarcastic. I wrote "sarcastic" down. Great, I had one bullet. She should also be brave. I can just see Fang having a girlfriend that he has to constantly be protecting. He would get so annoyed. That would be funny, but it wouldn't work for now. It wouldn't be realistic.
She would be a daredevil, so they could- hypothetically- talk about daredevil-ly things. Also she should have street smarts. That goes with the daredevil and brave traits. But she needs a girly side. So Fang can be in control and be sweet sometimes. Boost his ego.
I can't say that with a straight face.
But she should still be girly. That will be her hardest trait for me to "act" out, because I don't have a girly gene in me. I do have bird genes, though. That is so sad, I have more bird genes than girly genes in me.
Okay, back to brainstorming. I now had half a page of notes. My hand was hurting from writing it. It was almost time for lunch too. At least I had the hard stuff done.
Now I had to do the quick and easy stuff like age, education, family and name. Maybe not name. That's difficult.
She needs to be sixteen, my and Fang's age. She has to live around here, so she seems more "in reach", but she can't go to our school. Obviously.
Her family should be normal. Just her, some parents, a younger brother, and an older sister. Not too big, but not too small. A family of five. A pretty common family.
I'm talking about her like she's real. This is bad. Very bad.
Now I just had to think of a name. Hobbies and interests can wait, they might not be necessary. A name is necessary. I just had enough room to fit it at the bottom of the page. I had filled the rest.
Charlotte? No, to fancy.
Hilary? No, to old sounding.
Priscilla? No. Just, no.
Hailey? Hm, that might work. Girly enough, but also has an edgy side.
Hailey. Hailey what? Hailey Davis? Good enough. No one cares much about your last name.
I finished writing all my notes down, and looked it over one last time. Huh, Hailey reminds me of myself. At least it would make it easier for me to "be" her. I closed the book and hid it under my bed. Just in time too, because Iggy called everyone down for lunch.
I quickly stood up an ran to the door, unlocking it, opening it, and bursting through it in one smooth motion. I ran down the stairs, two at a time. I turned the corner ran smack dab into Ella, who was on her way to the bathroom to wash her hands. Germaphobe.
Huffing, she turned away, but I grabbed her elbow, spinning her until she faced me. I pulled her around the corner, away from the kitchen, and put my mind block up. I didn't need Angel to know about my plan. I guess Ella and I would have to have them up anywhere around Angel.
"Ella, put you mind block up, and keep it up around Angel," I whispered. She looked at me confused, but didn't object, simply rolled her eyes and looked thoughtful for a second.
"What," she asked impatiently, tapping her foot loudly.
"Shush, this is secretive, don't tell anyone about this, but I need you to meet me in my room after lunch."
"What for? Can't I tell Iggy where I am going?"
I groaned. Of course she would want to tell Iggy. She told him everything. Because Iggy is great at keeping secrets. Note the sarcasm.
"No, especially not Iggy," I scolded. Ella scoffed and rolled her eyes, but still didn't object.
"Can you at least tell me what this is all about?"
I looked at her expectantly, and she got the message.
"Fine, don't tell me, but can I go now? I need to wash my hands before I eat."
"Wow, you sound more like mommy every day," I fakely cooed, pinching her cheeks. She ripped my hands away, sticking her tongue out at me before rushing up the stairs.
Good grief, I swear that girl will be the end of me.
I walked back to the kitchen, only to find everyone sitting at the table, staring at me with one eyebrow raised. Well, at least Iggy had his eyebrow raised.
"Oh good," Fang exclaimed sarcastically, "we can eat now. The great Maximum Ride is here."
I glared at him, sitting down with a huff. He must still be mad after the fight. I looked down, realizing that I had no food. How embarrassing. Today is the one time we have a buffet. Stupid Iggy and his cooking overachieverness.
I silently stood up, trying not to be noticed.
SQUEAK.
Stupid chair.
Everyone turned to look at me, and I flushed, which is rare. Stupid Fang. I quickly stalked over to the counter, and piled as much food as I could onto my plate. Hey, I'm a growing mutant. Don't judge.
Actually, judging is a voluntary reaction of the human brain. As soon as you see something, you have an opinion. Good or bad. Like it or don't. It is natural for the brain to have a reaction. When people say "don't judge" they really mean "don't make decisions concerning me without knowing the full story." So judging is natural and unavoidable.
I'm such a hypocrite. I judge. Or, I "make decisions without knowing the full story."
But then again, being a good leader means making good split-second decisions. Making split-second decisions takes quick judging. So technically, if I didn't judge, we would probably be dead.
Huh.
I'm still a hypocrite.
I came out of my rambling daze, shaking my head and blinking rapidly. I looked around and realized that everyone was staring at me. Again. And I was still standing and the counter, holding a plate of food, like an idiot.
Like a freaking idiot.
I coughed, and everyone turned to the food, scarfing it down like they were starving.
Figures.
I took one look at my plate, and started eating.
For mutant freaks, we eat freakishly fast. Ha. Freaks eating freakishly fast. Freaky fast delivery. Jimmy Johns. Fooood...
I swear to God someone whacked up our brains.
Anyway, it took us all about ten minutes to finish all our food. Then we all parted ways, each to his own room.
I casually walked upstairs into my room, and closed the door. I then proceeded to run to my bed and belly slide underneath and grabbed the notebook.
Like a ninja.
Too bad Ella decided to enter my room then. She took one look at me, raised her eyebrow, and shook her head before walking over.
"How come this doesn't surprise me," she asked, sitting on my bed. I just shrugged.
"What do you want to tell me?"
"Well actually, I need your help..."
AN: Ah! That was fun to write, I hope it was fun to read! By the way, I hope no one is offended by the names I probably butchered. I literally just left a blank and picked a random name to fill in the blank!
Ah, the joys of hats.
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