MAX POV
We were all walking towards our next class telling Fang where his classes were. He just smiled at us gratefully and nodded.
"Hey dude, do you want to come to our house later? We have band practice at four, but we can show you around," said Iggy. That seemed cool to me. I mean we have band practice today, so he could see what we do. It's a great idea actually.
"I agree with you, Ig. We could get to give you tour," I said as I looked up at his black as night eyes.
"Yeah, totally," he said and grinned at us. We, JJ, Fang, Iggy and I had Science up next. Mrs. Cox, a lady with blonde hair in a tight ponytail, a silk button up pistachio colored blouse, dress pants and heels welcomed us and presented Fang to the class once everyone took their seats. Iggy and I always are partners and JJ usually has this kid as a partner whose name is josh, but I guess he's absent today.
Iggy was about to sit next to me, until the teacher stopped him.
"James, not there," she said in her perky voice. Iggy's eyebrow furrowed in confusion.
"What'd you do?" I muttered.
"Nothing…yet," he said and smiled at me. I grinned and rolled my eyes.
"I'm changing the two of you. Let's see…go sit with Jennifer Joy and Fang go sit next to Max," she said. Jennifer Joy is JJ's full name but she hates it when they call her that. She made a face at the mention of her name and Iggy and I laughed. Fang just nodded, ignoring other girls' winks and waves as he came to the seat next to me. Why does this boy have to be next to me in every class?!
Fang slid to the stool next to me. He sat so close to me, I could smell his cologne. Earthy, minty and spicy. I like it. No I don't. Oh yes you do Maximum, teased the Voice. Shut up! I thought back and I could practically hear the Voice's chuckles.
I noticed we had a piece of paper with questions related to the topic we were discussing the other day: Bacteria. I turned back and saw Iggy and JJ looking at us. Iggy made a heart with his hands and made a kissy face. I gave him the middle finger and the two started cracking up.
I rolled my eyes and looked over at the teacher.
"Today's assignment includes the two of you working with a partner and answering those question while looking through a microscope and identifying the types of bacteria," she said.
"Mr. Walker, have you gone over this in your last school?" asked Mrs. Cox.
"Actually, this was where we left off, we were going to do a project about a type of bacteria," he said. Mrs. Cox smiled and nodded.
"Alright, one of the two partners go get a microscope and…begin!" she said. I slid off my stool and walked over to a table with lots of microscopes. I got one, walked back and saw how handsome Fang is. His black hair fell over his eyes, he took off his jacket which showed his muscles. As I got nearer, I noticed he wrote our names in the paper and he's got great writing;
Maximum Ride, Fang Walker
"How'd you spell my name right?" I asked him as I set the microscope in the middle of the table. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Lucky guess," he said. I blushed slightly and scooted closer to him. He saw me and raised his eyebrows.
"Is this okay?" I murmured. He nodded and returned to the paper. He read the question out loud.
"'What is the bacteria called in the first slide?'" I reached for the slides, which were in front of us and got the slide that had a one in the bottom left corner.
I adjusted it under the microscope. I turned on the light and pushed it over to Fang.
"You first," I said."
"You sure?" he asked. I nodded. He looked in through the lens and I studied him. I could see a blue vein popping out of his hand, since he had his hand into a fist. I looked at the different features e had and he looks…amazing. Oh jeez what's wrong with me?
"Barnesiella," said and pulled away. He pushed it toward me and I looked in. He's right. I nodded and repeated it. I pulled away and saw him staring at me. I raised my eyebrows.
"Barnesiella," I repeated. He blinked and looked at the paper.
"Yeah, sorry," he mumbled and wrote it down. I saw him blush slightly.
"So, do you have siblings?" I asked and placed another slide in the microscope.
"Yeah, I have two actually. I have a seven year old sister and a nine year old brother. She's very adorable and has blue eyes with blonde hair, just like her brother," he said. Blue eyes? Blonde hair? Very different from his hair and eyes. I wrinkled my nose. It's what I do when I'm confused.
"But you have…" I trailed off.
"Oh they have my dad's hair and my mom's eyes, I have my mom's hair and my dad's eyes" he said. We continued to get to know about our families better while we did the worksheet.
"You and Iggy don't look very identical," he said as he wrote down the answer for a question. It's true. I have dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and my skin is kind of pale, but it has a tan touch. Iggy has strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and has skin a bit darker than mine.
"Oh yeah, I have my mom's eyes and my dad's skin. My hair comes from my mom's sister. Iggy's hair comes from my dad's brother, his eyes too and his skin comes from my dad. We don't look identical but we were born on the same day and I was first," I explained.
"Ahh…" he said.
"Is your mom picking you up after school?" I asked. He shook his head.
"I'm walking home. My mom's shift ends at 9:00," he said.
"You could go home with us? My mom won't mind, and have dinner over there?" I asked.
"I'd love that," he said. We continued to finish the worksheet. We finished first and got extra-credit points. When the bell rang at three, we got our bags and waited for the others.
"How'd it go?" asked Sam.
"Good," he said. Just then two arms wrapped around my waist from behind. A voice cooed in my ear.
"Hey baby," said Dylan. He's the football captain, a popular guy, and the guy I always beat up.
I kicked him where it hurts from behind and released me, falling to his knees. He groaned and fell on his back. I slapped my friends high-five. Fang smiled at me and felt my cheeks get hot. What's wrong with me? I've blushed a million times today! I put on my tough face and continued walking through the halls, my friends trailing behind me.