Forever

It's great that I already have quite a few comments on this fan fiction! Thanks, you guys! I mean, I put it up at night, the next morning, five reviews! That's the best I've ever done on a single chapter! So, I won't keep you waiting! Here you go.

Chapter 2 - My Emotions part 1

When you see my face, it gives you hell, gives you hell!

If I had to describe the emotions that welled within me when I saw Max, it would have to be the emotion of rage. Pure, unadulterated rage, and maybe even a bit of fear. How did he find me? How was it possible? I stared in shock at the little weirdo as he smiled back at me.

"I know, I know," Max said, completely misinterpreting my expression, "I am glad that we will have the opportunity to work together again. But you probably shouldn't stand there with your mouth hanging open like that. You'll embarass yourself."

As I closed my mouth, Stephanie looked at us. "Whoa! You two like, know each other?" she asked.

"Unfortunately," I muttered.

"What are you talking about, Scarlett?" Max laughed, "It's always a great honor to know me."

"Mm-kay, so we'll like, give you two time to like, get caught up," Stephanie said, and she and Tom ducked out. I tried to call out to them to stay, but it was too late. They had already left. I sighed and looked at Max.

"So, Sidekick," he said as soon as they were gone, "How did you end up here?"

"I should ask you the same thing," I scowled, "I thought this institute was for insane geniuses, not just insane people."

Max laughed, "If that were true, then you wouldn't be here," he remarked, "As for me, my parents, the low life traitors, sent me here because they thought it would 'be good for my health' or some such nonsense."

I highly doubted that this nut house would do anything for Max's rather predictable unpredictablity, but I chose not to say this outloud. Instead, I turned to finish unpacking. But before I could, Max, to my great suprise, leaned over and hugged me.

"Max!" I exclaimed in shock, my cheeks flushing. What was the meaning of this?

"I missed you, Scarlett," he told me, quite sincerily, "Believe it or not, my life has been quite the hell these past few weeks. It's good to have someone that I actually know with me."

I didn't know what to say. For once, I was completely at a loss for words. I mean, what could I say, in this situation? It was quite awkward for me, especially since I myself hated the little weirdo. But the embrace didn't last long, aproxemently 3.62 seconds later he let go. A strange, hush fell over us. Presently, Max caughed, and exused himself out.

As I continued unpacking, my mind was swarming with thoughts of what just happened. Such as, What the heck just happened? I was confused, but I decided not to ponder it for too long, lest it get in the way of more important things.

The last thing I unpacked was a framed photo. It was a promotional photograph of everyone who competed on Pahkitew Island, and we had all signed it. The picture brought to me no emotions, so I simply shrugged and put it on the desk. Then I sat on my bed and decided to look over my schedule. I was assigned a multitude of classes, including math, science, history, Introduction to Welding, English, and even an art class. I thought this odd, but I reminded myself that these classes were probably designed to help young "evil and insane people" to become "normal" again. I secretly hoped to myself that Max would be in none of my classes, until Max called to me, demanding to see my schedule, and I discovered that he was in all of my classes except for two of them.

"Self-defense for Women, and Creative Writing?" Max said as he read my schedule, "Why'd you sign up for those classes?"

"I didn't," I replied, growling, "I didn't get any say about which classes I took." A thought then occured to me. "You asked that like you got to pick your classes," I pointed out.

"I did get to pick my classes," he said, smartly, "I hacked into the school's computer and picked classes for myself that would help me grow eviler!"

I was wondering how he had managed to a hack the computer when my curiosity about his schedule got the better of me. I took the paper from his hands and studied it carefully. I was quite puzzled by what I read.

"How will Ballet Dancing 101 help you grow more evil?" I wondered.

"Give me that!" Max growled, snatching the paper away from me. "That is highly confidential!"

"If you say so," I sighed.

That night I lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling and unable to fall asleep. How did my life end up like this? In an inappropriate mental facility with my worst enemy? It was probably all Max's fault. Yes, it was his fault. And I would never forgive him for this.

I rolled over and heard the sounds of my room mates deep in sleep. Apparently the walls were not very thick. I could hear Max in his room snoring like a growling bear. I would not be sleeping tonight.

I think this is a good place to stop. In the next chapter it will be Scarlett and Max's first official day of school! So that's something to look for! Also, depending on my mood, Scarlett might discover the school's first dark secret! Whoo!

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