CHAPTER SIX
Sorry I haven't updated in over a week :( I had a lot of stuff going on, like lots of tests and crap. Only 10 more days of them though… Anyways, during summer, updates will come a lot faster. Oh, and this chapter is FANG POV, because I think it's time to see some of his thoughts. It won't be going back over anything that's already happened, though, so if you don't recognize things he's talking about, it's because it hasn't happened yet :) Please tell me if I'm bad at his POV, because if I suck at it, I don't want to write it again.
Enjoy the chapter, my minions!
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FANG POV
After me and Max were done having our (very intellectual) conversation via post-it notes, I sat back and relaxed. I never bother to pay attention; nothing ever really interested me. I turned back to Max. She was focused on doodling in her notebook. All I could see was that there were a lot of graffiti-like words scrawled on her paper
As I was watching her, I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing: a Black Veil Brides t-shirt, tight dark wash ripped skinny jeans, and black converse. She probably never thought about her appearance, or at least it didn't seem that way. She looked great, though. Like, all the time. She didn't need makeup, or hair products, or jewelry. She was just naturally beautiful.
Wait, did I just think that?
Yes. Yes you did.
I bet MAX doesn't have stupid voices in her head. Go away, Voice.
Make me.
Even if she does, I bet they're not this stupid.
I'm not stupid! I'm intellectually challenged!
You just admitted you were stupid.
I did no such thing.
I wish I could laugh at your stupidity right now. Oh wait: I can! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I hate you.
Love you too.
MAX POV
I was doodling in my notebook aimlessly, not paying attention, as per usual. Why can't class be more interesting? Like, how come we can't learn how they made chocolate or something? Even though that has nothing to do with English, at least I would pay attention. Especially if Miss Turner decided one day to bring in samples of how to make good chocolate… yum. I think I'm drooling.
Is it normal for a girl my age to be practically drooling, just because she's thinking about chocolate? My guess is no. Well, I'm not normal, so I guess it doesn't really matter anyway. I turned back to my doodles. Somehow, I had unconsciously scribbled "FANG" all over the page in different sizes. Wow, I'm a stalker. The only thing more stalker-ish than writing someone's name (who you barely know) all over your notebook would be going up to them and saying, "I'm the 800 number that calls your house." (I actually have a friend who does that. LOL.) That would scare me so much I'd probably sleep with a knife in my hand at night.
Actually, scratch that. One, nobody trusts me with a knife. Two, I would probably bleed to death by morning. I tend to toss and turn a lot.
So what other potentially harmful object could I fall asleep holding…
Oh, I know! A vial of poison! Yea, I think that would work. Maybe. Probably not. No.
Screw that. How do I get so off-topic so quickly?
Going back to my notebook, I saw that there was barely a millimeter of space where I hadn't written Fang's name. I immediately tore the page out of my notebook (very loudly) and got up to throw it away. Just to annoy Miss Turner, I walked as loudly and as extravagantly as I could.
"Miss Ride, is there a problem?" she asked as I walked (very awesomely, I might add) to the trash bin, and nonchalantly tossed the crumpled piece of paper in it. Then, I very slowly turned my head to look at her with a bored expression.
"Why yes there is, Miss Turner. Your class is far too boring. If you want the attention of anyone sitting here, you might want to talk about something more interesting. Like chocolate, perhaps."
Miss Turner's face turned bright red. Ah, how easy it is to get her angry. "Maximum Ride, get to the principal's office now."
"No probs, Miss Turner." I said, strutting (awesomely) past her.
Wow. I'm humble.
When I got to the office, the secretary, Miss Gardner, greeted me happily. Her and I were pretty much friends, since she was so used to seeing me here. I think she was like me in her younger years: a rebel and a troublemaker.
Soon after I sat down in one of the plush-but-still-not-comfortable-at-all office chairs, another person walked into the office: Fang.
"Hey Fang," I said cheerily. "What'd you do?"
He smirked. "Same as you, pretty much. I was too awesome."
So he thinks I'm awesome, does he? Flattering.
The principal, Mr. Hershey (Dangit, I still want chocolate) called me into his office. It was so much nicer than the rest of the office, with a TV, multiple chairs, an awesome desk that would be so fun to stand up and dance on, and a spinning chair.
Never underestimate the epic power of spinning chairs.
"Max, what have I told you about smart mouthing to the teachers?"
"Many things, all of which I have not listened to."
He sighed, putting his head in his hands. "Max, I cannot put up with you today. Just leave."
I shrugged. "Well, okay then. My godly presence will be leaving you now."
After walking out, I saw that Fang was still sitting there, waiting for me. He was smirking, probably having heard the brief (but extremely entertaining) conversation between me and Mr. Hershey. My heart skipped a beat. He was so, so hot…
I should stop thinking about things now.
I decided to skip the rest of the school day, just because I didn't feel like staying. I walked home, but when I got there, there was a sad lack of things to do. I plopped down on the couch, grabbing my iPod on the way to the living room. I plugged it into the speaker and blared "Bullet" by Hollywood Undead throughout the entire house. (If you've never heard of Hollywood Undead, drop everything you're doing right this instant and go look up the song "Bullet" by them. Or "Lump Your Head". They are purely AMAZING. But if your parents are around, I would advise wearing headphones. ) Doing this just never gets old. Once I got bored of simply sitting there, I turned the music down and went to grab some of the chocolate I'd been craving all morning. Again, it never gets old.
Chocolate… it's such a funny word… I mean, "chocolate" is three whole syllables. How will you be able to say a word that complicated when your mouth is stuffed with awesomeness?
That's right. You won't.
So after amusing myself with random things that didn't make sense for the next six and a half hours, Ella came home. Not quietly at all, might I add.
"OHMIGAWD MAX! YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I SAW TODAY!"
"Did you see a walrus buying plants"
"No…"
"A lion"
"No!"
"A giraffe?"
"NO! I saw Lissa cheating on Fang with Dylan!"
Whoa. I should tell Fang. Definitely.
Do you want to tell him because you want to look out for him, or because you want to be his girlfriend instead?
I bet FANG doesn't have stupid voices in his head. Go away, Voice.
Make me.
Even if he does, I bet they're not this stupid.
I'm not stupid! I'm intellectually challenged!
You just admitted you were stupid.
I did no such thing.
I wish I could laugh at your stupidity right now. Oh wait: I can! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I hate you.
Love you too.
"Max. Max! You're zoning again."
"I do that too much."
"Can I agree with that?"
"No. Go away."
"No thanks, I'm rather enjoying annoying the crap out of you."
"Well you're about to see what happens when Max gets a bit too annoyed," I threatened menacingly. A look of fear crossed her face. She sprinted out of the room and up the stairs.
I followed her slowly, grabbing my phone from my desk. I immediately texted Fang; he had given me his number this morning.
(Again, Max=italics, Fang=bold)
Hey Fang, I have something to tell you…
He texted back quickly, What is it
Ummmm Lissa cheated on you
Oh
Oh? That's all you can say?
Yea I didn't like her much
Oh ok
Besides I really like someone else
Well, that was something I wasn't expecting…
Who?
Not telling you
Are you going to ask her out
I think I'm going to try soon
O good luck
Thx
Ella called my name from her room.
Gotta go cya
Bye
And so ended our glorious conversation.
"MAX! GET OVER HERE NOW!"
"Coming, mother," I mumbled.
"Max! The Halloween Dance is next Friday! You and Fang have to go together! You would make such a cute couple!"
"Yea, but it might be a problem that I barely know him," I pointed out.
"But you guys would be so perfect for each other!"
"Well he likes someone else anyway," I said dejectedly. I really hope she didn't catch the hint of depression in my voice.
"Well, did he tell you who?"
"No."
"Well then maybe it's you!"
"I doubt it. I'm not pretty at all."
"Of course you are, Max!"
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are, Max! I can even bring Nudge and JJ over and we can give you a makeover. You ARE pretty. You just don't work on your appearance. You're pretty without trying, but you could be even better. I'm going to go call them."
"You can try all you want, but I'll never get any prettier," I told her sadly.
"I can show you you're pretty Max. Just you wait."
So that's that! What did you guys think?
Question: Have you heard of Hollywood Undead before now?
Also: If I get 60 reviews, I'll put Fax in the next chapter, and I won't update until I get 55. Come on guys, that's only 7! Or 13, if you're as awesome as I think you are.