Chapter Two:

Here's chapter two! Hopefully in the next chapter you'll find out why Max is in the foster home.

Max's POV

Lunchtime came around quickly, and I couldn't wait to see Iggy there. I would tell him about Fang. Obviously. But not about the part where I almost told him why the class always made fun of me.

When I got in the cafeteria, I noticed Iggy alone at a table near the entrance. I went to get my lunch then went back to sit with Iggy. "Hey Iggy," I greeted as I sat next to him.

"Hey Max. How was the morning without me?" Iggy asked.

I chuckled then answered, "Not as bad as I thought it would be. Only about, twenty kids made snarky comments about me. Guess that's a new record." We both laughed. "But today in homeroom, there was this kid, a new kid I might add, and asked if he could sit next to me. Actually, he sat next to me in all my classes. His name was Fang."

"Looks like our prayers came true!" Iggy beamed. We laughed once again. I glanced around the cafeteria and noticed a blob of black in the line for lunch.

I poked Iggy and said, "Hey Ig's, you see that big blob of black in the line?" He nodded. "That's Fang."

"Really? Well, should we invite him to sit with us since he's already your best friend?"

"Iggy, I don't even think of him as my friend."

"Still, if he talked to you, I think that he at least could be a friend. Besides, he's the answer to our prayers, remember?"

"Shut up." Knowing Iggy, he'd still wave him over here. And he did. Fang came over and sat on the other side of me.

"Hey Max. Who's this?"

"I'm Iggy, Max's..." We exchanged a glance. "Brother," Iggy finished.

Fang looked at us questioningly. No doubt, comparing our features. I could tell he was doubting us. "Nick. But call me Fang." Iggy and I exchanged, another glance.

"Uh...we live in a foster home." Iggy clarified.

"Oh..." Fang said looking sympathetic. He then asked, "Is that the reason all those kids kept making fun of you in homeroom?"

"Yeah," Iggy and I said at the same time.

"Wait...they make fun of both of you?"

"Yes. They also do it to the rest of the kids in the same foster home. They're all younger than us though." Iggy answered.

"They're idiots. You guys are really cool. Plus, no one else seems to like me."

"I know why," I muttered so only I could hear, beginning to play with my food.

"Why?" Shoot! He heard me?

"Well...probably because you're hanging out with us. I mean, first impressions say a lot at this school, and apparently they think you gave off a really bad one by hanging out with us." I told him.

"I could care less of what everyone else thinks. I choose my friends, nobody else does." I didn't know what to think of Fang. He didn't seem like the other kids at school. He seemed...different. Not to mention Iggy felt right at home with the guy telling him we were in a foster home and all. Unlike most of the people that wanted to be friends with us, then later join in on the chaos of making fun of my family.

I'll never forgive those people.

Suddenly, I was snapped back into reality with Iggy and Fang yelling, "MAX!"

"What?" I yelled back. "What do you want?"

"I asked why were living at a foster home," Fang restated.

Wow. I wonder what happened to Max that made her family fall apart. Hmm...Well I'm hoping to mention everybody's stories of to why they're in the foster home later on. Hope you enjoyed chapter 2!