Author's Note: Hey, guys! So sorry about the long wait! I had a C in math, and my mom's been making me work until I brought it back up. I have an A now, thanks to my friend's mom who has been tutoring me.
Disclaimer: It's been a long time, but I still don't own MR.
Counterfeit Model
Chapter 6
FANG
I was satisfied with the look of horror on Iggy's face.
Maybe it was a good thing that Dad was a doctor that talked way too much about his profession. Some things bounced off me, and others stuck like Max's phobias. I thought they were interesting and kept them in the back of my head for safe-keeping.
Thank God I did.
IGGY
I froze and stared at the spot where Fang just was. I couldn't believe it. No way he found out that quickly. There's just no way.
"Uh, Ig?" Max's voice broke through. I realized I was just sitting on the counter, mouth agape, eyes wide, and fingers in the curled position before my sandwich fell back onto the plate.
I cleared my throat and snapped my head to her. "Yeah?"
"You okay?" She leaned forward with creased eyebrows and worry in her eyes.
"'M fine. You want some more cookies?" I got off the counter and landed on the ground, no problem. I glanced back at her, and she nodded slowly. I grabbed some of the fresh made cookies off the table and plopped them onto her and my plate.
Max shook her head and happily munched on her cookies. I ate them quietly, sorting through all my thoughts.
MAX
Fang was being weird.
I was being weird.
Iggy was being weirdest.
Fang hasn't been bugging me at all about my phobias - which I find really weird. I've been trying to act normal as if nothing was wrong, all the while avoiding Fang. And Iggy's been really quiet, which is weird for him. He's even being normal for once in his life.
It was all just too weird.
I was starting to worry about Iggy. I'm starting to think that Fang's plotting something against me. And I'm starting to think that I'm thinking too much about this. I don't know.
I was laying on my bed, face stuffed into my pillow. I thought about screaming and I did. Into the pillow. Not really muffled, since my voice is really loud, but muffled enough. I moved to lay on my side, with my back facing the door. Loud thumping sounds were heard, and my bedroom door slammed open.
"Max?" A voice demanded while panting.
I squirmed a little bit before answering. "Yeah?" I weakly asked.
The left side of my bed caved in and creaked. "You okay? Anything wrong?" Iggy asked concernedly.
I buried my head deeper into the pillow. "'M fine."
He stroke my hair softly. "Wanna tell me why you screamed, little sis?"
"Nothing big," I sighed. "Just stressing out."
"Over...?"
"Our weirdness. You being weird. Fang being weird. Me being weird. Just the usual," I replied.
Iggy chuckled. "Alright. While you think about our oddities, I'll go bake some cookies." He stood up.
"Chocolate chips?" I asked hopefully.
My big brother smiled. "Always."
A small smile spread onto my lips. "Good," I whispered as Iggy shut my door.
IGGY
I shut the door softly, since Max was probably going to fall asleep. Sighing to myself, I quietly went back downstairs only to jump a bit in the air.
"Fang!" I exclaimed softly, a hand over my heart. "Make some noise, will you? You nearly gave me a heart attack."
Said boy chuckled. "Shame I didn't."
I glared. "What do you want, Fang?"
"Oh, nothing. I just wonder what the press will say when they hear about Max's little secrets," Fang commented.
My jaw clenched, and my hands became fists. "You won't like what happens to you afterward."
He sneered. "As if. In case you forgot, I'm stronger than you are, Ig."
"Trust me, I'm a hell of a lot stronger when my family's threatened," I snapped back.
Fang took this into consideration and shrugged, then he slowly walked off. I rolled my eyes. He may be my best bud, but I can't stand him half the time.
"Hey."
I jumped about a foot in the air again. What is it with me today?
"Max!" I exclaimed when I turned around. Her face was pale and quite sad. "Did you by any chance hear that?" I laughed nervously.
She nodded. "Yeah. Wonder what's his problem."
"Don't worry about it, Max."
I hoped my words got through to her but she only nodded slowly, as if in a daze. I reached my arm over to ruffle her hair but she turned on her heel and took off. I sighed.
FANG
"Who should I sell her story out to?" I muttered to myself. I tapped on the laptop screen gently and thought about all the paparazzi sites. Which one? My eyes scanned each name before picking one.
I smirked, "Lissa 101." Lissa 101 was a blog by infamous blogger Lissa Taylor. She was a classmate of mine and a blabbermouth. She, like Nudge, lived off of juicy gossip and rumors. My fingers laid on the keyboard before they started typing a private message to her.
To: Lissa
From: Anonymous
Wanna know something juicy about Maximum Ride?
Satisfied, I hovered the mouse over send. Before I could press the send button, Nudge called, "Fang! Help, this thing is heavy!" I sighed and closed the top of my laptop and set it down gently on my bed. I went downstairs to see Nudge struggling with a ginormous shopping bag.
"I'm guessing you went shopping again?" I ran a hand through my hair and helped her with the bag.
She let out a relieved breath, "Yep! Angel and I totally ran that store out of business! Could you take that upstairs for me, please, and hang them in my closet after tearing out the tags?"
"Why can't you do it?" I complained.
"Because I need to email my Dad and thank him for the gift card," Nudge called as she ran up the stairs. "And don't bug out about the prices, okay?" she added.
"Alright, fine." I lugged the heavy bag up to Nudge's room and did as she asked. I went back to my room and found her on my laptop.
She lifted her grim gaze from the laptop screen. "What's this message about, Fang?" she asked.
"What message?"
"The message saying that you know something about Max. And you were about to tell one of the biggest bloggers in our state!" Nudge yelled.
My eyes widened. "How'd you find that? My laptop has a password."
Nudge scoffed. "I knew you were stupid, but really? Hello, world-class hacker here!" Oh, yeah. Nudge had a thing with computers. She could practically hack into anything.
Of all the people that could've stopped me, Nudge had to be the one.
Damn. I was screwed.
Author's Note: Hey, hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's short, but it was all I could type up for now. I'm kinda brain dead for this story.
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