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Okay, so I want to say thank you so so so so much for the reviews last chapter. ^.^ When I opened my inbox, I was like o.O then I was like :D
Again, I just want to say; I. Am. Not. Copying. Maid. Sama. I. Am. Not. I just used the maid part, and that idea goes to Fujiwara Hiro. And if that still don't satisfy anyone, I would just put it in the disclaimer.
Anyway, I got no flames so... I wasn't able to give Dylan my "surprise" T^T
Dylan: What was this "surprise"?
Me: Do you want to know?
Dylan:... yes?
Me: Are you sure?
Dylan: Yeah
Me: Are you sure that your sure?
Dylan: Yes!
Me: Are you sure that your sure that your sure?
Dylan: Yesssssssssss!
Me: Are you sure that your sure that y-
Dylan: F-ING YES!
Me: fine, I was planning to... burn all your hair so you would be bald...
Dylan: ...WHAT?
Me: No need to yell. You said that you wanted to hear it, so you did.
Dylan: *eye twitches*
Alright, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Me no own. The honours goes to Fujiwara Hiro and James Patterson for making two awesome stories.
I glared at Fang in front of me. Unfortunately, Fang and Iggy became friends when they had to work together on a project for English. And, Ella kept pestering me to sit with the gang at lunch and I caved. So, here I am, sitting at a table with my friends and Fang.
"Bye guys! I"m leaving!"
I pocketed my keys and wallet and walked out the back door to see Fang lounging against the opposite wall. My eyes narrowed suspiciously as I closed the door behind me.
"What do you want?" I spat, walking toward the right side of the alley. He kept pace with me. "Just wanted to make sure if that was really you."
Mortification heated my face as I sped up my pace. Fang followed with ease. "Why do you have a job like that?" He asked suddenly, making me stop in my tracks. We had stopped at a playground. I recognized it as the one dad always took me and Ella too when we were kids. My fingers clenched involuntary at the thought of my dad. I sighed, and ran a hand through my hair.
"I have a brother and sister, and my mother's sickly. She works all day and night with barely any breaks and since I'm the oldest, I should be helping taking care of my family." I said, walking over to a swing. I suddenly saw visions of my dad pushing me and Ella on the exact swings. I saw myself laughing along with Ella and dad. (A/N: you know how they do it in the movies? Like, when the people are at an empty place and they show you a flash of the past at the same exact place, with people running around it?)
"Why such in a far neighbourhood?"
"Your talking talking awfully a lot," I muttered, looking down at my feet. I could practically feel his stare on me. Well, it was true. "I chose it because it was the only one available at the time, and people from school stumbling across is one out of fifty.
"I thought you didn't care about what others think," He stated.
"I don't. I have to keep this reputation. I need it so they would stay away from me and so I wouldn't go through any heartbreak. Neither would my sister." I replied, looking up at the stars. "Why are you asking me all these questions?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shrug. "Just wondering."
It's been a week, and nothing. People weren't laughing or whispering when I passed by. What the heck was he planning? Is he using it for blackmail? Likely. But, if that isn't the case then...
He pities me. I scowled involuntarily. He pities me? Yeah, right! I don't need his freaking sympathy. That little as-
"Max, are you trying to, I don't know, suffocate your fork?"
I looked up and saw Iggy looking at me with a raised eyebrow. He nodded at my hand. I glanced down just as I heard a snap. The fork spilt right in half, scraping my hand. "Crud," I muttered under my breath, picking up the two halves and placing them on my tray.
"Are you okay? You usually don't break silverware- you break people," J.J said, slightly amused. I rolled my eyes, and wiped my hand with napkin. My hand was bleeding when one of the fork halves scraped my skin. I ripped a strip out from my t-shirt and wrapped my hand with it.
"I just have a lot on my mind at the moment," I said, answering J.J's question. She nodded in understanding. J.J turned back to Nudge and Ella talking about whatever girls talk about.
I suddenly felt eyes on me. I looked up and behind Fang's shoulder, I saw the people Fang used to sit with. Star, Ratchet, Kate, Holden, Dylan and of course, Lissa. Speaking of which, she caught my gaze and smirked. She stood up and started for our table.
"Slut alert," I murmured. Everyone glanced up and immediately scowled. Lissa had fiery red hair that reached mid-back and dull green eyes. She wore a pink flowy tank top that showed way too much, and a skirt that could've passed as a belt. She walked over to us in her gigantic heels and plopped down beside Fang.
"Nickyyy, why are you sitting with these losers? Come back to our table," Lissa said, placing a hand on his chest and leaning forward, giving him full view of her cleavage. I snickered quietly at Fang's real name. He shot me a sour look.
"Since was it "our" table?" Fang retorted, annoyance clear in his voice.
"But why hang with them? They're all sluts and morons," She whined.
"We're sluts?" I asked, deciding to step in. "Lissa, hun, have you looked in the mirror lately? You wear so little clothing, you might as well have "I AM A SLUT" tattooed to your forehead."
She glared at me and I glared right back. She cringed a little before recovering. Lissa (finally) stood up from our table. "You'll pay for that Ride. And Fang will be mine," And with that, she spun around and stalked off back to her table.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Iggy and Gazzy both bending back spoons as if to fling the food on it. Iggy had chocolate pudding and Gazzy had vanilla. "One," Iggy muttered, "Two. Three!" They let go of their spoons and the pudding went flying toward Lissa. It both hit her on the back of the neck and slid down her shirt. The pudding stained her shirt. That's gonna take some work to get that off.
Lissa let out a surprised shriek and started fiddling with the back of her shirt. Which only made it worse.
There was a moment of silence until everyone in the cafeteria, who had gone quiet when Lissa had shrieked, erupted into laughter. Lissa turned as red as her hair and stormed out of the cafeteria. I high-fived Gazzy and Iggy, "Sweet aim!"
They both stood on the table bowing, "Thank you, thank you."
~BOB IS BACK!~
After lunch, we all went to our next class. J.J and Iggy had Science with Gazzy while Ella, Nudge and I have study hall with Fang, unfortunately.
Ella and Nudge were blabbing on about the upcoming Halloween Bash (A/N: It's like Oct. 10, Thursday in the story). I snorted quietly and took out my headphones. It was entirely black with white wings painted on it. I plugged into my iPod and blared What I've Done by Linkin Park. I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against back on my chair, nodding my head to the music.
"...Max are you going?" Ella asked, snatching my headphones off. "What the heck?" I said, angrily, grabbing my headphones from Ella's grasp. Yeah, I'm possessive over my music. You can't blame me; music's like my life.
"Max, are you going?" Ella repeated.
"No, I am not going wherever you are talking about," I said, putting my headphones back on. She rolled her eyes. "I'm talking about the Halloween Bash!"
I raised an eyebrow, "Are you new here? I don't go to dances, proms, bashes and all the crap."
Ella huffed and went back to Nudge. I gladly went back to my precious music. I was about halfway through Crushcrushcrush by Paramore when I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I opened my eyes to meet obsidian ones.
"What?" I snapped. Fang stared at me for a few more moments before shrugging and turning back to the front.
"Nothing."
Yeah... kind of a filler and short... :I
Every time I attempt at a story, the 2nd chapters are always the hardest for some reason :S
But, hey! It's an update :3
Dylan: A very bad update...
Me: Well, I got heaps of homework. So expect an update sometime this Friday or Saturday ^.^
R&R please! Even if this chapter is good or bad. REVIEW!
-Cindy out
P.S: I tend to change things in some chapters, so if you get an email for an update of the same chapter that just updated, just delete it.
P.P.S: I know I already said this already, but, please please review!
P.P.P.S: Dylan: What's up with all these P.S's?
P.P.P.P.S: Shut up!