My Boarding School Chapter 7, a maximum ride fanfic

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YESSHHH I ACTUALLY GOT SOME WORK DONE FOR HISTORY! YAY

ANYWAY, YES, HAUNTING AT SILVER FALLS WASN'T SCARY...I ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS A PRETTY COOL TWIST THAT THE GHOSTS WERE ACTUALLY REALLY HELPFUL AND FRIENDLY...AND THAT WOMAN IN THE MOVIE WHO KILLED THE GIRLS WAS REALLY WEIRD...AND HER HUSBAND WAS TOTALLY PSYCHO...LOL

ANYWAY...U ASKED FOR FANG'S POV...I ACTUALLY ENJOYED WRITING IN FANG'S VIEW.

THIS IS A LONG ONE ;)

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I DON'T OWN MAXIMUM RIDE AT ALL...IF I DID I WOULD BE THE MOST AWESOME PERSON EVA

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Yo. Fang here. Three weeks had passed since Max told me she didn't like me. In truth? I was devastated. I had believed there was a chance Max might like me, but that slim chance was crushed. She was dating Sam. Why him of all people?

We were friends, of course, but lately, both of us had been distant. Whenever we hung out, it was around our other friends, and we barely acknowledged each other's existence. I was less than pleased with our relationship, but what the hell? It was Max's choice, and I respected that. If she wanted to stay friends, who cares?

You do, imaginary Iggy's voice said in my head.

Shut up, I grumbled.

You're in denial! he sang.

Luckily, I was interrupted from my conversation with stupid imaginary Iggy.

"Hey! Fangles! Get ready! Did you tune the instruments?"Cathy called out impatiently.
Tonight, all of the bands in the music class will play the music they wrote for the project. Whichever band wins the 'Most Popular Band' title will play at our school dances and receive money, too.

I nodded. "Yeah. Everything's good, Cathy,"I replied. She nodded quickly before running off. I took a deep breath. It was our turn to play. We were the second to last band to play. So far, most of the bands were booed off stage. I thought their music was pretty good, too!

"We're gonna do fine, guys!"Max said in a motivational way.

For our band, Max was lead female singer. She had a hidden talent for singing. When she wasn't singing, she played the backup guitar. I was lead male singer, and I played backup keyboard. Cathy was our main keyboard player, and Tanya was bass and guitar. Justin was our drummer, and Sam was the guitar player. Cathy and Tanya were back-up singers.

All of us had planned our outfits out. I was wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, black Vans, a grey T-shirt, and chains on my belt. Max was wearing black skinny jeans, a bright blue checkered pattern fedora, a casual white blouse with a picture of a tie on it, and blue combat boots. Cathy was wearing a black and purple shirt that read 'I love to party', navy blue jeans, purple converse, a Hello Kitty bracelet, and earrings of purple electric guitars. Tanya wore a loose dark blue dress, light blue converse, black tights, and a couple of silver bracelets. Justin was wearing blue basketball shorts, sneakers, an Aeropastle tee, and a wristband. Sam wore a gray dress shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Really, who would wear a dress shirt to a band concert?

Max strode onto the stage confidently. Her long hair was pulled back into bun that left a few black highlighted hairs fluttering around her.

"Sup, guys! Our band, Rising Angels, is playing four songs. The first one is called 'Here's to Never Growing Up',"she said.

She signaled us before starting to sing the song. In truth, I thought it was a really great song. Max wrote it with our help.

Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing here's to never growing up

Call up all our friends, go hard this weekend
For no damn reason, I don't think we'll ever change
Meet you at the spot, half past ten o'clock
We don't ever stop, and we're never gonna change

Say, won't you stay forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young

Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up

We'll be running down the street, yelling "Kiss my ass!"
I'm like yeah whatever, we're still living like that
When the sun's going down, we'll be raising our cups
Singing, here's to never growing up

Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up

We live like rock stars, dance on every bar
This is who we are, I don't think we'll ever change (hell no!)
They say just grow up, but they don't know us
We don't give a fuck, and we're never gonna change

Say, won't you stay forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young

Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up

Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up

Say, won't you stay forever stay
If you stay forever hey
We can stay forever young

Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
I got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting us drunk
Singing, here's to never growing up

Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, (yeah raise your glass and say) here's to never growing up
Oh whoa, oh whoa, (da de da de da) here's to never growing up (no we're never growing up)
Oh whoa, oh whoa, here's to never growing up

-Avril Lavigne, Here's to Never Growing Up

The song ended, and the crowd screamed and cheered. I was stunned at how much they loved us. I mean, I thought the other bands' music was also really good, but they hated it.

Well, crowds change.

Max passed the mic to me, beaming. She looked happy that we got such good feedback from the crowd. "Try to top that, Fang,"she teased.

"Oh, I will,"I replied smoothly, meeting her gaze. She looked truly happy. After the awkward moments we had been experiencing since that sleepover, I was glad we were at least good friends.

She winked before pulling a guitar over her head and standing to my right.

The girls in the crowd screamed. "GOOOO FANG!"

I knew I was popular with the girls...but this was interesting. I grabbed at my feet. I flashed a smile and spoke into the microphone. "Hi, guys, this is our second song." Justin helped me with this song. I came up with the lyrics, but he came up with the tune. This song reminded me about how I felt about Max. Yes, I was thoroughly confused by the girl, but I still liked her a lot.

The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that can't be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing

You are
You are

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know, singing

Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease? Singing

You are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are

And nothing else compares
Oh nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are
You are

Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go

-Coldplay, Clocks

There was a silence before the crowd burst into even louder screams and cheers. I turned to smirk at Max. For a moment, she just stared at me, looking offended, before screaming over the sound of the crowd. "OH, IT'S ON, FANGY-POO!"

I taunted her, "Resorting to nicknames, are we? I thought you were better than that, Max."

She glared at me mockingly. "Oh, Fang, I know I'm definitely better than you and your new fangirl club,"she said. Pretending to trace a tear down her cheek, she said, "Cry home to your mommy when I kick your ass."

I rolled my eyes, grinning. "Try to, Max,"I replied. She glared, striding to the center of the stage and grabbing the mic out of my hand. She grinned at the crowd. "GIVE ME SOME NOISE!"she cried.

The screams got louder. I rolled my eyes. Max was so competitive.

"So, Fang thinks he's better than me,"Max said, gesturing at me. The guys booed at me. Max blew me a kiss. "So, I think we settled that...the next song, which I wrote, is called 'Last Hope',"she said. Her voice was quieter now. Something glistened in her eyes. No one could see it...but I'm pretty sure she was crying. Why?

Cathy and Tanya prepared their mics. For this song, they needed to sing, too.

I don't even know myself at all
I thought I would be happy by now
The more I try to push it
I realize – gotta let go of control

Gotta let it happen
Gotta let it happen
Gotta let it happen
Just let it happen

It's just a spark
But it's enough to keep me going
And when it's dark out, no one's around
It keeps glowing

Every night I try my best to dream
Tomorrow makes it better
Then I wake up to the cold reality
And not a thing has changed

But it will happen
Gotta let it happen
Gotta let it happen
Gotta let it happen

It's just a spark
But it's enough to keep me going
And when it's dark out, no one's around
It keeps glowing

And the salt in my wounds isn't burning anymore than it used to
It's not that I don't feel the pain, it's just I'm not afraid of hurting anymore
And the blood in these veins isn't pumping any less than it ever has
And that's the hope I have, the only thing I know that's keeping me alive

Alive

Gotta let it happen
Gotta let it happen
Gotta let it happen
Gotta let it happen

It's just a spark
But it's enough to keep me going
(So if I let go of control now, I can be strong)
And when it's dark out, no one's around
It keeps glowing

It's just a spark
But it's enough to keep me going
(So if I keep my eyes closed, with nobody home)
And when it's dark out, no one's around
It keeps glowing

Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh

Ohhh
Ohhh

-Paramore, Last Hope

The song ended, just a few notes on a guitar and her humming. Then when she finished, everyone cheered. I guess it had a pretty deep meaning to Max. I wondered why. As Max and I shared a glance, both of us grinned. Well, actually, she grinned, and I just smirked.

Everyone looked excited for this last song, especially our band mates.

All of us wrote this one together, with all of our ideas packed in it, so I thought it was our best one yet.

The lights dimmed slightly when Justin signaled the stage lights manager (A/N: what are they called? I have no idea, LOL. If you know, please tell me.)

All of us had mics now. Max started singing. At first, it was sad, but then everyone got wild.

Trying hard to fight these tears
I'm crazy worried
Messing with my head this fear
I'm so sorry
You know you gotta get it out
I can't take it
That's what being friends about

I, I wanna cry
I can't deny
Tonight I wanna up and hide
And get inside
It isn't right
I gotta live in my life
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it

Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate, d-determinate
Push until you can't and then demand more
Determinate, d-determinate
You and me together, we can make it better
Gotta turn the world into your dance floor
Determinate, d-determinate

Hate to feel this way
And waste a day
I gotta get myself on stage
I shouldn't wait or be afraid
The chips will fall where they may
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it
I know I, I know I
I know I gotta do it

Okay, It's Wen and I'm heaven-sent
Music like a veteran
Renegade, lemonade, use it in my medicine
Go ahead and try to name a band we ain't better than
Reason why the whole world's picking us instead of them
People need a breather 'cause they're feeling that adrenaline
Stop! Now hurry up and let us in. Knock!
'Cause we're coming to your house and
People keep on smiling like the lemons in their mouths
We're the real deal, you know how I feel
Why they're in it for a bill
I'm just in it for the thrill
Get down now I ain't playin' around
Get your feet up on the ground
And just make that sound like

Come on and, come on and
Come on and get it going
Come on and, come on and
Come on and get it going
On the dance floor
On the dance floor
D-D-Dance floor
Determinate

-Determinate, Lemonade Mouth

"WHOOOOOO!"

We got our loudest cheer yet. Grinning, we thanked the crowd and went backstage.

"OMG! Yes, that was so awesome!"Cathy said, doing a victory dance. Tanya nodded, agreeing. Justin sighed. "OK, I admit, that was pretty cool, especially when I started rapping,"he admitted. Max grinned. "Yeah, you have some hidden talent for rapping. Can you beat box?"she asked. Justin shrugged. "I have some friends that do, but I've really, like, tried,"he replied.

Sam, being the jealous asshole he is, decided to interrupt their conversation. Tanya and Cathy rolled their eyes. They hated it when Sam was all controlling. "Max, let's go,"he said coldly, glaring at Justin.

Her eyes went wide. "Uh, excuse me? We still need to make sure if we won!"she said. Sam scoffed, replying, "Like hell we didn't. Did you hear those other bands? they sucked. Like, sucked a lot."

Max's jaw dropped,, staring blankly at Sam. Then red-hot anger flickered through her eyes. I could practically feel the rage rising through her. The look in her eyes sharpened by the second. "Just leave,"she said lowly, her voice showing how much she wanted to punch him. I glanced at Max, and she probably knew I wanted to help her. She gave me a look that read, "He's mine."

"No! Max, I'm not leaving you with these weirdos. Now, let's go!"he said. His eyes darted around, a nervous look on his face. She chuckled, shaking her head and smiling an icy smile. "Sam, you don't get it do you? You just insulted my best friends. I don't know about you, but my friends come before my boyfriend. Do you get it? I really don't want to see your face again. I'm giving you ten seconds to run before I decide to punch you,"she said.

At first, Sam wasted five seconds begging Max to take back what she said. Then, realizing she was dead serious, he left in a hurry.

After he was gone, Max burst out laughing. "Whew! I'm so glad that's done. After they announce the winners, let's grab some pizza,"she said.

Everyone agreed. "Just between our band, 'kay?"Max said. We nodded. "Can we kick Sam out? PLEASE, HE'S SUCH A KILLJOY!"Cathy begged. Tanya agreed. "The guy is so annoying, and he can't take a joke. Last week I joked about how he didn't deserve Max, and he got all pissed and didn't talk to me the entire week,"she explained.

Max huffed in an annoyed way. "Stupid moron,"she muttered.

When Max said that, I felt really happy. She actually agreed that he was a stupid moron!

Maybe, just maybe, I could see if Max felt the same way as I felt. I mean, what's not to like about Max?

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