Max's P.O.V.
I was going to sweep away dramatically away from this awkward moment before he…
"Are you mad at me?" his voice was low like many other guys' but they were soft and kind filled with sincerity.
I stopped from my angry stomping to turn around a little bit to look at him. Not the face…I tried to not look at his face…grr.
"First of all, I wasn't happy at you," I snapped. I know, I'm strange that way. Usually, when a person likes another person, they do all this flutter eyes, look under thing…
"Who said you are," he suddenly seemed to have gained my hint of being angry, and turned himself into a similar mood.
"You were clearly implying," I said icily, but it didn't come out as I had hoped. There wasn't enough anger to show him my will power. My eyes were glued to his dark ones as my minds were glued to heterogeneous thoughts.
"No I wasn't. I was just asking," he was now back to his 'sorry' mode.
"Whatever. My point was that I'm sorry I bumped into you, okay?" I just wanted to make that clear. I didn't like saying sorry for such small thing, plus it's him who should say sorry for having such muscled tone to his…chest.
"It's fine. Bye," he said lifting his hands up a little bit surprising me. Okay, seriously, was he bipolar? (bipolar meaning a disease with sudden mood swings) He just stood there waiting for me to say something. And so unlike me, I blushed. Yes, blushed! Write it down people!
"Bye," I muttered half heartedly (well, more like whole heartedly and a fraction) as I lifted my hand to say bye and my feet moving simultaneously.
I could feel his gaze boring into my back, but I continued walking. I suddenly felt self conscious like I needed to walk a little straighter, keep my steps equal, and my hair a little to the side.
"Wait!" he called. So he was still there…
I stopped and turned around quickly betraying my plan of ignoring him.
"Yes?"
"My name's Nick. What's your name?" he asked. Wow. Was he really interrogating me?
"Max."
"Oh. That's an unusual name. Is it short for…Maximum?" Whoah. How in the world of this good lord's did he know?
He must have known I looked a little taken back.
"Is it Maxine then?" he questioned surprised by my reaction.
"N-no…it's Maximum. How did you know?" I asked.
"I don't know, it's just that that was the first word that popped into my head when I saw you," he replied shrugging his shoulders a little bit.
He said it like there was another meaning to this, like he wanted to say more, but his body was unwilling him to do so. He broke the silence.
"We have to go or we're going to be late for class," he said.
"Right," I replied. I walked away gripping my books tightly. But I dearly wanted to ask him something. Something that had to do with why he had been so claustrophobic. But that wasn't my business. Not at all.
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Fang's P.O.V.
School so far was okay. But very crowded. Why was there only one building designed for so many people? I touched my back trying to make sure my wing wasn't noticeable.
Yes, I have a wing.
Yes, I'm a freak. And today, I think, the only decent person I've met is the girl named Max. I could hear her quiet steps descending down the hallway and my steps that soon broke into a jog as I was late for P.E.
She was beautiful. Really beautiful. She had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes that went well with her outfit. Another thing was that she was interesting, fascinating, and easy to talk to.
Her face when she scowled at me for smiling was unforgettable, but her alluring smile was still burned into my fresh memory.
There, when I entered gym, it was a little better. The room was a whole lot bigger, and it had a lot of sports equipments. As usual, I looked around for exit routes making sure of my run-away routine.
And someone's eyes caught mine: Max's.
She was in this class with me as well? I knew I should have been cautious of making relationships. I mean, I have wings. No one was going to be your friend, if you had wings.
My whole life was lonely. I knew no one, and I might as well have lived with birds.
But this Max person was entering my life, and the horrible thing was that I welcomed her intrusion.
I smiled a little bit when I saw her, but not fully. I always felt like I was exposing myself when I smiled too broadly. Some of the girls she was sitting with thought I was smiling at them, and smiled encouragingly back at me to make the first move. As if.
I went and sat behind her again. I liked being close to her, I felt safe. Whoa, did I just say that?
So…gym began.