Cause on top of all the ways that you messed up! You weren't smart enough to keep your stupid mouth shut. I'm sick of it, I've had enough. I hope you cry. Whoa! You've got a secret. Whoa! You couldn't keep it. Whoa, somebody leaked it. And now some shit's about to go down.

Oh, well hello there! I will put a pause on singing my slightly inappropriate Ke$ha song, but only for you.

This weekend, I got loaded with weekend homework and projects at school. Ugh… Well, anyway, I had to write to get my mind off of the tragedy that is school.

Ch. 10:

Max POV

Bzzzrt! Bzzzrt!

I woke up groggily to the sound of not far off buzzing. Odd, I thought to myself, Usually Anne, Lissa, or Brigid wake me up through the intercom.

Anne, Lissa, and Brigid had been acting odd around me lately, though. After Anne had arrived home to see all my chores done, and me still here at 12, she seemed to dismiss me. But there was something… from what I could tell, either Brigid or Lissa had told Anne about me being at the dance. I could also tell they were completely making it up about spotting me there, seeing as I was with Fang the whole time.

Soon, I began to realize that the buzzing was my phone and I picked it up lazily.

"Hello?" I asked slowly, trying not to sound completely disoriented like I actually was.

"Max!" Nudge exclaimed. "Angel and I are at school right now, and ZOMG, you have to get here! Quickly, if possible. You are going to be shocked when you get here." Her voice was laced with shock, probably from whatever she had seen.

"Nudge, why the hell are you at school at six in the morning on a Monday?"

"It doesn't matter." She dismissed me. "Just leave for school. NOW."

Shaking myself awake, I managed to get to the kitchen and scribble a quick note down for Anne. I knew I'd probably have to work extra at the ice cream shop for leaving early and not making Lissa and Brigid breakfast, but Nudge had sounded urgent.

As my truck pulled up to the school campus, I noticed what Nudge had been talking about immediately. The whole campus was smothered in blue flyers, which upon further inspection as I neared them had outlines of me, Cinderella, on them.

Have you seen Cinderella?

Cinderella: Missing

Does anyone know Cinderella?

All these headlines were on each of the blue flyers. Also, on the flyers, it said to report to Fang if you had seen the alleged Cinderella. So, he was the one behind this. I felt shocked, yet at the same time flattered, a bit irritated, and altogether flustered.

"Have you seen her?" A deep and familiar voice asked. I whirled around to see Fang standing there. Somehow, he had once again managed to sneak up on me. At least this time I didn't have milk. In his hands, there were even more flyers.

"Who?" I asked dumbly, not quite understanding his question. Seen who? Angel?

He chuckled a bit. "Cinderella. You were just reading the flyers."

I fought the blush that wouldn't have come up if this had been before I knew that Fang was Clad. "Oh. Uh… no." I answered quickly, lying through my teeth.

Fang raised an eyebrow, but thankfully didn't comment on it. "Well, I'll see ya." He said before walking away.

"Max!" A high-pitched voice shouted. I turned to face Nudge and Angel, who were both currently running up to me.

"You have some serious explaining to do." Nudge said, glaring as she reached me.

And that's what I did. I explained. Everything. From Clad to Stanford to Fang to Ella to… just, everything. Though Nudge and Angel both argued it would be better just to tell Fang who I was, I knew what I had to do. Maybe Fang was 'obsessed' with me now, but it would blow over. It always does in the end.

Fang POV

I walked briskly into my History classroom and sighed. One day and still no sign of Cinderella. Well, there were at least 50 girls claiming to be Cinderella, but I had gone through at least 30 and none of them could tell me a thing from the infamous list. This had become a strategy of sorts. Usually going something like this:

Girl: I'm Cinderella! *Squeals*

Me: So you know of the list?

Girl: *Hesitates* Uh… of course.

Me: What is the list comprised of?

Girl: (Option A) Uh…/ (Option B) What does comprised mean?

So far there had been girls who had guessed, but no one had been able to pinpoint that the list was comprised of chores and was, in fact, on a blue piece of paper. That's part of the reason I made the flyers blue- maybe to clue her in on the fact that I had found the list. Well, if she did know, she certainly wasn't coming up to tell me about it.

"Mr. Walker?" Mrs. Craig said sharply, but quickly softened her tone. "You usually pay attention in class. Is everything okay?" I nodded. "Well, then, you should probably find your project partner." She pointed to a note on my desk.

This was how Mrs. Craig always did it, putting a note on the desk with information about the partner you were being paired with, then you would have to go around the class looking for your partner. It was a kind of scavenger hunt in itself, but Mrs. Craig said it helped you get to know your classmate.

Has two step-sisters.

Favorite subject is English.

Has read all the Harry Potter books at least 7 times.

I tried hard to conceal my snort. This person sounded like Lost, the step-sisters, the English, and even the Harry Potter addiction. If I had a nickel for every time that girl referenced Dumbledore…

A thought struck me suddenly. What if it was Lost?

No, no. It couldn't be. That'd just be… crazy. Weird dumb luck, me being paired with Lost. It couldn't possibly happen.

I surveyed my classroom in an analyzing-fashion. Usually, with the information, I could pinpoint the person exactly in only one try.

I looked and kept looking, but still found no one who could possibly be this person. I felt a tap on my back and I twisted around to face the person.

"I believe we're partners?" Maximum Ride asked, holding out the slip of paper that did in fact have my name on it.

"Yeah." I said, nodding. See what I mean? It couldn't possibly happen. If I had been paired with Lost, Lost would have to be Maximum Ride.

And that's just preposterous… right?

Oh… plot twist! As I said before, I'm not making this story exactly like the movie because I want to make it somewhat my own.

As for whether this is Eggy or Niggy, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you? ;)

By the way, for all wondering, I am no longer sick, but the other day I was running on some asphalt, then I tripped and fell and huge chunk of flesh on my elbow peeled off. Gross, I know. *Sigh* Sometimes I feel so accident prone…

*WAIT! DON'T STOP HERE! WHAT IS THIS? COULD IT BE? A new Cake segment! It is called the Random Cake Fact of the Chapter. RCFC for short.

And today's RCFC is... I'm pretty sure my chapstick makes my lips look blue. Oh well. It just makes me unique. Besides, it tastes pretty good. Yeah, yeah, I know you aren't supposed to taste it. But, if you weren't supposed to taste it, why the hell did they make it fun-dip flavored?

~Cake.