Aloha people! THANK YOU SO MUCH! (x100000) :D Thanks for all your motivation, you guys rock! :D
Anyway some people –coughchloecoughh- have been bugging me about not putting enough Fax, so I'll try to in this chapter! :D Also, I'm ashamed to admit that I have totally forgotten about the food that Max stuffed into her pocket. :/ Heh. Soooooo yeah credits to Rian for reminding me and for the ideas. (It will come out in the later chapters!) And thanks, jazz. x. bean for the motivation threat because I have a strange huge paranoia of mutated clicky pens! :O (Not! Haha)
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Chapter 7: Busted, Fax and Witches
"Whoever did it, you better own up right now." Mr. Danny was in a rage. He paced up and down in the little space he had as everyone looked at the floor. The whole room was completely silent. "It was not funny. Would you like people to do this to you? And the undergarment issue too. I repeat myself. Who did it?"
The person who was most likely to own up was definitely Brandon. I could see him sweating already. Damn it. Fang's hand snaked up and he squeezed my hand.
"If you do not own up, I will cancel the whole of today's schedule," he threatened. A few people groaned.
"I did it," Ken said and stood up. Huh?! What was he trying to do?
"Really?" Mr. Danny said and raised his eyebrows. "How did you do it then? Pick the locks? Get through the window?"
"I… Uh… I picked the locks. Yeah." Ken faltered and nodded.
"Show me," Mr. Danny ordered and pointed to the door. It was pretty obvious that Ken wasn't the one who did it, and he had just owned up to it so that we could continue with today's activities. No doubt that there'll be a fan club for him after this.
After five minutes of watching Ken unsuccessfully trying to pick the lock, Mr. Danny dismissed him, obviously not believing that he was the one who had played the pranks. I met Angeline's eyes and she had an impassive look on her face. However, her eyes showed panic. It was as if she was asking me if we should own up or not. I shrugged.
"Is there anything you want to share, Maximum?" Mr. Danny asked.
"No," I said.
"Did you do it?" he asked. Critical moment. Should I own up, or not? Heck, maybe if I got into trouble, he'd ground me or something and I won't have to go through the horrors of today's program. Just as I opened my mouth to say 'yes', Angeline stood up and interrupted me.
"I did it," she said, shamefaced.
"No, I did it," Zoe said and stood up.
"I was the one who did it," Michelle said and stood up.
"Me." Guess who. Fang. DUH.
"I did it, Mr. Danny. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. Let the Flying Dutchman take my soul and take over Bikini Bottom, for I, Brandon, am responsible for those atrocious acts of perversion." Everyone giggled and Carmen burst into laughter. The sides of Mr. Danny's lips twithed.
"Don't believe them, I was the one," Alvin stood up and said.
"It was me!" Iggy declared and jumped up.
Soon, the whole class was standing up and declaring to Mr. Danny that each and every one of them had played the pranks. Heh. I never knew we had so much class spirit.
"So you're saying that each of you took out your own underwear and exchanged it with another person and just felt the urge to scream in the morning even though you consciously slept with it on your heads??" Mr. Danny asked, incredulous.
"Yes," everyone replied simultaneously.
"And everyone went into my room and carried me onto the beach and acted shocked today morning?"
"Yes," everyone said. There was a moment of silence as Mr. Danny regarded the whole class with an incredulous look plastered on his face.
"Why?" He mainly directed the question to Iggy. I bet that he probably thought that Iggy was the worst trouble maker in our class. Man was he wrong…
"Well, Mr. Danny, personally I thought you would look just so, handsome sleeping. So I just couldn't resist myself. And you looked so beautiful, like an angel, clutching Bunny and all," Iggy said. I mentally whacked him on the head. That idiot! I could see some people rolling their eyes as they just realized what I did at that point of time.
"Iggy, I hate to break this to you but, you're blind." Mr. Danny said.
"Oh, right." Everyone was in stitches.
"I feel stupid," Iggy muttered.
"So the motive is still unclear," Mr. Danny said and the room was enveloped by total silence. Then he grinned.
"Well, I'm honored that you people actually want to watch my beautiful self sleep," he said. "So I will forgive you for this occasion. However, if the undergarment prank is actually what you say it is, then it seems that my form class is a perverted bunch of apes."
Everyone erupted into fits of giggles. Actually, the girls did. And the rest of the guys guffawed their hearts out. I grinned and the side of Fang's lips twitched.
Mr. Danny clapped his hands to silence everyone and he instructed us on our next activity. Guess what?
"Alright. Everybody, I want you to get changed into decent clothes to go out," our form teacher said, looking pointedly at some girls. "Top on the program for today; we're going to meet a coven of witches." He wiggled his eyebrows.
I pulled on yesterday's shorts and a clean shirt. Don't get me wrong, but yesterday's shorts were really comfortable. Fang wore the "I'M NO GOTH KID" shirt. I hope it doesn't stink…
"Max, can you do me a favour?" Fang asked. I sat on the bed beside him. Yesterday night had been alright. Nothing happened. I really hope you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking. You people have your minds in the gutter.
"Hmm?" I asked.
"Wear all my clothes before I do," he said.
"Riiiiggghhhhht."
"Serious."
"Weirdo," I said and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"Weirdo in love," he whispered and pulled me into a warm embrace. I couldn't move – I was paralyzed. What the h was Fang trying to do?
Fang pulled me onto the bed with him, still hugging each other. My heart was thumping so loud, a rapper could just jump in and start rapping to the rhythm. I was on top of Fang, and I realized that he could see a lot of things from there and I blushed. He placed a hand on my cheek and gently pulled my face forwards his. My heart faltered as I realized what he was about to do. I mean, what are the chances of best friends falling for each other? Okay, so maybe a lot but, it's kind of awkward isn't it? Oh god, I'm rambling here, aren't I? I mean, yeah I love Fang and all, but it just feels so – Fang's lips crashed into mine and just like that, we were kissing. Easy.
Fireworks exploded, bells rung, angels sang, Iggy laughed, wolves howled – Iggy laughed? My mind immediately shut down.
"Max? What's wrong?" Fang asked. Then he realized that Iggy was in the room with us.
"Iggy?"
"Yes?" he replied.
"Do everyone a favor and dunk your head into the toilet bowl," I uttered. He cackled and Fang scowled. He just had to interrupt us every time, doesn't he?
"Just came up to say that the bus is ready and everyone is waiting for you two lovebirds," he laughed and walked away. "I just wish I could see the looks on your faces."
"Oh, you won't after I'm done with you," Fang muttered darkly and we both headed down to the bus.
"Are you sure there really is a coven of witches here?" Michelle asked doubtfully.
"The Flying Dutchman's real, why can't witches be?" Brandon said.
"Like I said, cut down on the Spongebob, man," Alvin told him.
We were outside a ramshackle cottage up on the hill. It looked like it came right of your average fairy tale book – the spooky tree and all. What? I do read Angel those kinds of books you know.
Mr. Danny knocked on the door and it slowly creaked open. An old woman, shriveled as a prune, peeped out.
"Who's that?" she croaked, squinting. "Do you have the frogs?" she suddenly barked.
"Hi! I'm Mr. Danny – I sent an email saying that my class and I wanted to meet your coven? And um, we don't have any frogs, you must have mistaken us for someone else," he said in a friendly voice.
"Reaaaaaaaaaaaallyyyyyyyy?" she drawled. God, that voice sent the chills down my back. And I'm not one to get freaked easily. Creepy. Maybe Brandon was right for once. Everyone became silent, and I could see Brigid and Mandy exchanging mortified looks.
"Um. Yeah. D-didn't you receive i-it?" Mr. Danny started to stutter.
"Not that I am aware of…" the old woman uttered.
"Oh. Okay then. We'll be g-going back now. Th-thanks anyway," Mr. Danny said, failing badly at the attempt to sound normal.
We all turned around and scurried back to the bus.
"Wait!" she exclaimed. The prune emerged from behind the door and scurried over. She was hunch-backed, but tall, and was clad in black robes. A cat prowled along her ankles and heck, did she look like a witch.
Her eyes were glued onto Fang. I felt him shudder a little beside me. This was big. I mean, I've known Fang for like, what, all my life?, and it was very seldom he showed emotion, after… that incident that had taken him weeks to recover from. Those were practically the worse days of my life, watching Fang suffer. And after that, he just, well, became impassive, hardly showing any emotion.
The old witch person scurried up to Fang and looked him up and down. He just stood there. Maybe she felt a sudden attraction to him. Weird. Funny, actually. Imagine Fang dating an old woman… I shudder at the thought.
"What's your name?" she asked shrilly, her voice suddenly high-pitched.
"Nick," Fang said.
"Liar," she hissed and whipped around to face Mr. Danny. "You are all welcome to stay here and meet my coven, The Dark Pines," she said in a sickly sweet voice. Talk about bipolar. But the way she said it kind of implied that we didn't really have any choice. Maybe she'd bewitch me to have wings. That'd be cool.
"Um. Sure. But I don't think we can fit into your, er, house," he said.
"Sit," she barked and we sat on the grass. I was squashed between Fang and Zoe. The rest of 34 were seated somewhere near too. Go bonding!
So here we are, sitting on the grass, about to have a coven of witches introduce themselves to us.
Talk about weird.