OH MY FLIPPIN GAWD! IM SO SORRY! But i have a good reason, contrary to popular belief *Moose*

So, i had half of this chapter written, and then I GOT SICK... :( #Pyrexia... (Fancy word for fever, if you ever want to freak any of your friends out like i did :)) then I got super busy, because my teachers are all jerks, but now here I am! And i had made sure to copy this, but you know, my laptop just loves being a b*tch, so it DIDNT WORK. UGH. Whatever. I hope this long chapter makes up for it!

Oh and HEY! Im looking for a beta to edit this story, and one I have planned to come out soon, so if anyone is interested, make sure to PM me!

MaximumNotMaxine
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I've actually come up with an idea to help me motivate myself.

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Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim maximum ride from my story, so, yeah...


Max's POV (I just keep surprising you guys!)

The next day, I woke up to the rhythmic pounding of my sisters tiny, yet powerful, fist up against my new room door.

"MAAAAAAAAAAX! GET UP! I'M NOT BEING LATE BECAUSE SOMEONE DECIDED TO SLEEP IN!" She yelled through my door. How can I love and hate one person so much at the same time? I mumbled loudly in response.

"WHAT?!" She screamed through the door, and with that, I shot up out of bed and stormed over to the door, and flung it open.

"I said, mmrghrmnhgh, which i officially translate to: please leave me alone!" I said to her face, then slammed the door in it.

I headed over to my dresser, and threw on the outfit that I had put together last night, and put my hair into my designated style, then took the post-it off the mirror, and rolled it up into a ball, and threw it to my trash can on the other side of my room, and get this, I made it! Que the hyped up party music!

After I put on my clothes, and fixed up my hair, I walked over to where I had my leather jacket resting on my bed corner. I sighed, realizing that I had yet to hide my wings and put them away. I guess I'm so used to them I forgot they were even there. I swiped my jacket off of where it lay, and swiftly covered up the majority of my wings, the rest on which I tucked in, which was a little uncomfortable, because having to stuff 15 feet of wings into a single leather jacket, was a little harder than one might think

As soon as I was finally ready (which really took me about 10 minutes) I raced downstairs, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in kitchen, and ran out into the car, hoping to be the first one there, only to find my mom and sister, already in the car. That's what i get for trying to be early! I become late.

I hop into shotgun- it wasn't taken, because if Ella had gone as far as to touch that seat, she wouldnt have made it out of the hospital in time for school today- and turn on the radio, listening to the first song that comes on, Habits, by Tove Lo. It has some strange lyrics, but i like the tempo of this song, so i start so sing along. Loudly, of course. We couldn't have anything but.

Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh
I eat my dinner in my bathtub
Then I go to (insert bad word that you all know here) clubs
Watching freaky people getting it on
It doesn't make me nervous
If anything I'm restless
Yeah I've been around and I've seen it all

I get home, I got the munchies
Binge on all my Twinkies
Throw up in the tub, then I go to sleep
And I drank up all my money
Days kind of lonely

You're gone and I got to stay high
All the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe, I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life to forget I'm missing you

Pick up daddies at the playground
How I spend my day time
Loosen up the frown, make them feel alive
I make it fast and greasy
I know my way too easy

You're gone and I got to stay high
All the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze,
Tryin' to forget you babe, I fall back down
Got to stay high all my life to forget I'm missing you

Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain't got no end
Oh, can't go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain
Oh, staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain't got no end
Oh oh can't go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I got to stay high
All the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Tryin' to forget you babe, I fall back down
Got to stay high all my life to forget I'm missing you

The song ended just as we pulled up to the school, which was HUGE! It's called Naperville North High School, and I guess the mascot are Huskies, because otherwise it would be pretty strange having a giant mural of a huskies right by the main entrance.

We got out of the car, and walked into the school. In front of us there was an area with tables, and decently sized blue lockers, and off to our left was a long hallway with classrooms and green-ish pale lockers. To our right was a hallway with white doors at the end, and in front of you at the edge of the hallway facing left, was a desk, with a very out of placed looking teenager there.

He had Strawberry blonde hair and blonde highlights (He wasn't one of the ginger Satans) (A/N: Nothing against gingers, there's just people on the internet saying gingers are Satan, so i thought: why not give Max a weird conspiracy theory?) and extremely bright blue eyes, that looked as if someone had taken electric blue paint, and poured them into his eyes (of course while still having a pupil, and whatever the heck the white part of the eye was called, the trachea or something?(A/N: I know thats wrong, I wanted to do that on purpose)) My mom walked over to the boy at the front desk, and cleared her throat, getting his attention, which obviously worked because he snapped his head up, and stared into the face of my Mom. He's lucky she wasn't mad. At that point, you'd want to look anywhere but her face.

"Hi, I have two new students registering here, and I was wondering where we were supposed to pick up their schedules?" She asked, staring the boy down.

"You can pick them up here, names?" He asked. He had an average voice, not too high, not too low, and smooth.

"Maximum Ride, and Ella Martinez. I'm their mother Mrs. Martinez" Mom stated, holding her hand out for the boy to shake.

He took it and shook it lightly. "I'm Iggy." He stated giving each me and my sister a once over. His eyes lingered on Ella for a little too long for my liking though. "I'll be right back with your schedules." He said, getting up from the chair he was sitting in, and walking over to a file drawer, and opened one, searching through it.

After a minute, he returned with our schedules, handing one to me, and one to Ella. "You actually have homeroom with me," he said turning to me. "So I can meet you at your locker if you want." I wearily nodded, trying to read him again. He really didn't seem like the student volunteer type. I guess I'd ask him about that later.

Me, Mom, and Ella all started to head off down the hall, but eventually we had to part, when we came to an intersection, at the end of the room in front of us.

"I have to head off to the office, to do some last minute registration stuff, and you guys need to get to your lockers. They had them set up for two students, that ended up moving, but everything's unused, so you dont need to set anything up, except for putting your mirrors and dry erase boards in, which are in your back packs. I'll see you two after school." She explained, and gave each of us a quick hug, then walked off down a hallway, leaving me and Ella alone. Just kind of looking awkwardly at each other.

"So, I'll be heading off now," I started taking a step away from her. "Bye." I said, and quickly walked off to the left, where there were more blue lockers. They all had little notes on them from various clubs, happy birthdays, and such, and I observed each of them carefully. I started to wonder whether my locker would have these notes on it or if mine would just be left blank. I also started to wonder if people would even care enough to- My thoughts were rudely interrupted when I ran into something, or rather, someone, and we both fell over. (Probably because I was speed walking, which was basically running to everyone else, but I was always a little faster than everyone else, kind courtesy of the cause of my wings)

I fell right onto my backpack, which caused it to be crashed into my wings, and I was then painfully aware of them. I winced slightly, but managed to open my eyes and look at the person who I ran into, who was also wincing on the floor. He had dark black hair, and onyx eyes, but less of a blue and more of a purple. He was hot. And im a harsh critic.

"Sorry." He said, and quickly got up and shot out his hand for me to take. He was really tall, and that's coming from someone who's 5'8", he may have been about 6'2", and his voice was dark, mysterious, husky, and smooth. I gave him a look that said, I'm not a damsel in distress, and got up by myself.

"It's cool. My fault anyway." I said. I'll take the blame for things, but the great Maximum Ride does not do apologies.

"You new?" he asked, making eye contact with me, allowing me to stare into his dark eyes.

"Yeah, I was actually off to my locker, so if you would excuse me..." I said trailing off. I wanted to talk to him for longer, but I really did have to get to class.

"Homeroom?" He asked me.

"Yes, I do have a homeroom. Shocking!" I said. (Note the sarcasm)

"No, what's your homeroom?" He asked again, more firmness in his voice.

"Then you should've phrased it like that in the first place." I said. "But I have AP English with Mr. McGuire." I finished a little to quickly.

"I have that too, want me to walk you there?" He offered, his emotionless mask still on, but his eyes, his dark,mysterious, beauti- dont finish that. What is this guy doing to me? I DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM!

"I'm fine, I have someone to walk me there already." I said. "But I have to get to my locker, so... Bye." I finished quickly and sped off farther down the hall, looking at the lockers next to me for my number.

1139... 1140... 1141... Ah! 1142!

My locker was floor length and about a foot wide, there were only a few other big lockers around, so I guess this was an extra one, and I just lucked out. That's a first.

I heard the bell ring, and started to pick up my pace, but then realized- Im new. What a great excuse.

I opened up my locker, to find just what Mom had said. It was fully stocked- minus a trapper, backpack, and lunchbox, which I had brought with me. I out everything away, and looked up, just to meet a pair of... bright blue eyes staring down at me (A/N: HAHA! You thought it was going to be Fang! Mwahaha!)

"Hey..Iggy, right?" I asked, grabbing my L.A. binder for homeroom off the bottom locker shelf.

"That would be correct, my good... Maximum?" He said in a fake formal tone, wavering at the end, questioning wether that was my name or not.

"That's correct, but if you ever call me that, you will find yourself in a dumpster a good, hmm... 3 miles away from here." I said, and stood up with my maroon trapper, binder, and book in hand.

"Thanks for the warning... Maxie-poo!" he said that last part loudly into my face.

"Today you will die, Igneous." I said calmly, and threateningly.

"How'd you know my name?!" He asked, surprised.

"I just guessed, but that's your actual name?" I asked shocked, and he nodded. I snickered loudly.

"Ha-Ha, very funny, I know. My parents just loved me so much as to name me after a rock." He complained, as we started walking down the hallway to where I assume our class was.

"I guess we can't all have as amazing names as The Great Maximum Ride!" I declared, in a formal announcing voice at the end.

"Because having an adjective as a first, and last, name is so fabulous!" He gasped dramatically

"It's better than a rock!" I yelled. We stopped walking and stared at each other for a minute, then burst out laughing, and starting walking slowly, advancing slowly on our homeroom. He's a cool guy.

"Aren't you gonna get in trouble for being late?" I asked him.

"Nah," he replied shaking his head. "This teacher loves me. Plus having a new student is like a 'get out of jail' free card."

I chuckled lightly.

"So, Iggy, I've been wondering... Why were you really at the front office today? You don't seem like a volunteer/student council type of person." I asked the question, that had pounding at the back of my mind.

"I guess you know me, in the, what? 15 minutes we've known each other?" He asked, thinking.

"16 now!" I said with fake enthusiasm. He chuckled lightly.

"No, well, I guess you caught me. I was in there as punishment. You see, I had a bone to pick with the principle, so... I may or may not have set off a bomb in his office." He said.

I started laughing loudly- 'cause that's just how I do.

"Good... One..." I managed between laughs.

"I know, right?! I'm a total pyro-maniac." He said, happy at the new subject.

"Well, I like destruction and violence, so you may just have some competition there." I said, with amusement and challenging laced into my voice.

"Oh really?" He challenged?

"I could beat you with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back." I retorted.

"You wanna bet on it?"

"I would win."

"Let's make a bet then."

"Hell no! Im broke... ish..."

"Fine." Iggy stated crossing his arms over his chest. "Chicken."

"I'm the chicken?!" I yelled. "I have dont much more dangerous stuff than you, so don't try to convince me otherwise." I finished, also crossing my arms and facing away from him, chin up high like a snobby rich girl. I kept walking until i felt Iggy yank me back by my elbow in front of a door.

Homeroom. AKA, hell. I thought to myself as i stood next to Iggy, staring down the door.

"Well, there's nothing to it, but to go through it!" He cheered, pulling me closer to the door.

"Especially with your overly perky friend!" I cheered, mimicking his perky voice.


Okay, Question of the chapter, umm... here's two, i guess...
1) Whats your favorite maximum ride Novel and Manga volume?
My answer:
Fang- Novel- Because of all the crazy shiz that went down (ALL DYLAN'S FAULT) (I guess that goes for the book Angel too... Heh... the airplane scene...)
Book 7- Manga- Because of the scene with Fang getting rejected... I laugh every time

2) Do you like Fall Out Boy? If so, Whats your favorite song of theirs?
My answer:
The pheonix- *Moose* good song, love all of it, and the vibe it gives off
And... Sugar were going down + Thnks fr th mmrs- do i have to explain those?
And immortals to... #BigHero6

IF ANYONE WAS WONDERING WHY I KEPT SAYING MOOSE, I HAVE A FRIEND NAMED MOOSE (MUSERA) AND SHE KEEPS PESTERING ME ABOUT THIS STORY... SHE CAN BE EVIL, SO WATCH OUT FOR THE MOOSE! SHE HAS VENOM... AND IGGY!

REMEMBER TO ASK ME ABOUT BECOMING A BETA!

~MeWithWings