I Don't own MR.

This was just a random idea I got from nowhere.

Hope you all like it!

I'm Max, and my life was great, and I had the bestest friends. Until one person drove us all apart. We became worst enemies. And I suddenly hated that person. Because all my friends were fighting. Of course, I would talk to all of them, try and get them to make up, but it never worked. And this is the story, of how the nine of us, quickly spiraled down to zero.

Max

"Best friends forever, right?" I asked my seven friends.

"Forever." Nudge placed her fist on top of mine.

"Forever." Angel did the same.

"Totally." Brigid smiled and continued the stack.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Ella admitted, setting her fist on top.

"Max, how could we not be?" Maya got on her knees to be taller so her fist would fit.

"Yeah, you guys like, took me in!" JJ agreed, copying everyone else.

"Forever." Lissa giggled and placed her fist on the very top. We all laughed as we fist-bumped and joked. We'd be best friends forever. And I had made us all promise. A sure way of knowing it was true.

But oh how naïve my nine year old mind was.

Four years later

"Ooh guys! Sale on converse!" JJ announced as we walked through the mall. All eight of us loved converse shamelessly. It was the only shoe we were. All of ran to the shoe and immediately started looking at all the different types.

"Max! These would look awesome on you with those black ripped skinny jeans!" Lissa shouted from her aisle, I took off to find her holding two red converse high tops in just my size.

"I'm so getting them!" I squealed. Something I only do for converse.

Once we all had a pair or two, we headed off to get clothes. None of liked the mall too much, but we all loved having fun and making fun of stuff. JJ, Nudge, Maya, and I walked towards Aeropostale.

"We'll meet up with you guys at the food court!" Lissa, Angel, Brigid, and Ella went towards Hollister.

A few hours later we were all chowing down on burgers, fries, and cokes. (well, drinking the cokes.)

"We're thirteen and rocking it, girls! What do you say we play a special prank on our eighth grade teachers since the Christmas break is coming up." Angel suddenly said, we all looked at her.

"My devious, manipulative Angel..." I started. "It's a wonderful idea." Everyone nodded in agreement and Lissa smiled mischievously.

"Girls, I got an idea forming." She said.

"Spill!" Everyone shouted, causing us to get weird looks from other tables.

"Okay, here's how it's gonna go down, on the last day before X break," We all listened intently. Oh yes, this would be the best prank yet.

It was the last week of school, the first Monday of a hellish week. "P1, we have a new student today. James, Griffin!" Everybody looked towards the new boy, except me and JJ, who continued to chat in the back. We were going over our plans when Germs, or whatever his name was took a seat at the three person desk that only had two people at it. I sat in between my best friend, and some stranger, ignoring him as we went over the supplies.

"Whatcha guys planning?" James asked curiously as I scribbled down the supplies and the teacher continued with the boring lecture.

"None of your beezwax, so sit down, shut up, get your juice box out, and suck it." I snapped, not even glancing at the kid.

"I'm already sitting." That annoyed me.

"Listen you smart a-"

"Ms. Martinez, care to comment on the lesson?" Mr. Red asked. He was my all-time worst teacher. We hated each other with a passion.

"Not on the lesson, your zipper is down and may I say, pink boxers? What happened to your briefs, girly man?" I asked politely. The class burst out laughing, and the new kid smirked.

"Detention Ms. Martinez."

"Whatever, jut another hour with your worst nightmare. Oh and, isn't that your car being towed?" I asked, pointing out the window?

"What in the name of-?" Mr. Red went to the window and I silently ran up towards the front at the same time as newbie did. I planted a shocker on his desk so every time he touched it, he would be shocked, and Germs placed what looked like a bomb on the chair, and in white, bold letters, it said IGGY.

We both looked at each other for a sec before running back to our desk and sitting down. Snickering in sync it seemed. "So, are you a Pyro too?" I asked. And Iggy nodded. Wait, his name wasn't Iggy. Oh well, easier to remember than Jules, or Germs, or something like that. Whatever his name was, it didn't suit him.

"Yeah, it's what I do for a living. I'm an orphan, this is my one hundred and thirteenth family. I'm cute, but once I blow up the house they send me right back."

"Dude, that's so Lima Beans." I muttered.

"I know right?" Whoa, Iggy knew the code, maybe he was alright...

"Hey, so I have this group, maybe at lunch you could-" POW! BAM SMASH! ZING! The class burst out laughing as Mr. Idiot sat down on the bomb which exploded. Then he was propelled forward and on the desk, where he was electrocuted.

"We are so Bacon together!" I decided, high fiving Iggy as I laughed.

"Yeah, totes, Bacon!" He exclaimed. I smirked. Okay, so he wasn't as bad as I put him out for in the beginning. Like, ten minutes ago the beginning.

Well, while teacher was being electrocuted, Iggy, JJ, and I headed to the cafeteria, laughing at the way Mr. Red's hair stood up as mini lightning strikes went through it.

At the cafeteria, the rest of the group caught up with us three about five minutes later.

"Ooh la la, hello, Mr. Hottie." Nudge and Ella said in sync, then laughed as Iggy posed with a devilish smile on his lips.

"Like what you see ladies? Threesomes are fun." They each lightly slapped him. Everyone warmed up to Igs real fast.

"What's your name hot stuff?" Lissa asked finally.

"His name is Iggy." I told them. Igs smirked and winked at me.

"Yeppers!" He beamed at the group. Wow, one day and already a new member. Yeah, we all fell in love with Igs- in a brotherly way. But I think he cared about me most out of all of us.

The rest of that school year went by pretty quick. But that's not where everything went wrong. Iggy helped us with our prank and it was da bacon if I do say so myself. But now let's speed up to the year it all was ruined, tenth grade. The end of my best friends. The year I was torn into eight different pieces. The year our promise suddenly meant nothing.

I smiled at all my friends as we walked to school. This was the perfect picture. Iggy was currently playing horse for me and spun around quickly as we walked, I wrapped my legs tighter around his wait and my arms tighter around his neck.

"Igster!" I screamed and laughed.

"My turn!" Lissa insisted, smirking at us.

"Oh okay. Since you said please." I snapped sarcastically, but all the same got off Iggy. Lissa hopped on and he did the same to her as he had done to me. We all continued to take turns till it was back to me, then I became the permanent passenger on the Iggy Express. Mostly because we had the same homeroom, and first period together though.

"Love you guys! See you at lunch!" Iggy and I called out in sync as our friends walked off to their own homerooms. It was then, that I'm pretty sure all of us girlfriends locked eyes on who had to be the most mystery guy there. The new kid. He was BACON hot. And I knew that he knew, that eight girls were looking at him.

I averted my eyes first. We all had made a pack when Iggy entered that if just two of us fell for the same guy, we'd push him to the curb. But none of us liked Iggy so I don't know why we did it then.

"Igs! To my locker!" I told him, still riding on his back. He nodded and went that way. I expertly changed out my books and everything while Iggy held my legs, then he took off towards homeroom, not bothering to let me down when the teachers we passed insisted.

When we got to homeroom, the kids gave us weird looks as Iggy ducked so my head wouldn't hit the top of the door frame.
Two open seats, chumps. Either make'em, or I break ya." Instantly, the two kids in the very back row that Iggy was glaring at shot up and each sat somewhere else. Igs set me down and we took our seats.

A few minutes later, he was carrying my backpack to first period, along with his. "I'm starting to think I'm everyone's mule." He muttered.

"Oh no you're not, hon, just mine." I smiled innocently and smirked as he rolled his eyes.

"I hate you Maximum Martinez." Iggy snapped.

"I love you too, Iggy." I kissed his cheek and watched him turn bright red. I smirked and slugged his shoulder. He rubbed it and smiled.

We walked into first period laughing about nothing and took seats in the back, everybody was used to our strange behavior so no one bothered to stare.

"Max, is that my shirt?" Iggy asked, glancing down at the shirt I was wearing for the first time.

"Duh Igs! I'd never buy a guy's shirt. I just threw it on since you left it last sleep over." My mom thought Iggy was gay, so she let him spend the night with the rest of the girls. He even acted gay in front of her. It was hi-lar-i-ous! And him being a cook helped too.

"Why are you wearing it though?" He asked.

"I just told you. Plus, guy's shirts are so comfy!" I added hugging myself.

At lunch, all my friends talked about the new guy who's name was apparently 'Nick'. When they started bickering I whistled. Everyone looked at me.

"It's obvious you guys like the new guy. So no one can have him." I said, but Brigid caught that whole sentence.

"You don't like him?" She asked. "He's Hot. H-A-W-T. Bacon hot." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Oh please! He's form New York according to you stalkers. He's probably a trouble-making jerk in a gang with some freaky nickname like BullDog-"

"Actually, it's Hawk." A chill ran down my spine and I spun around, standing up to face none other than new boy himself. He had a NY accent. It was totally there.

"Buzz off before I swat that grin off your face and make you lose your honey all over the floor." I snarled.

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you, baby?" Nick whispered. I kicked him where it counts and he fell to his knees.

"Put that in your juice box and suck it, Blueberry!" I spat.

"Oh, it won't be a juice I'm su-" I kicked him again, only this time I got his hand too since it was in the way. Nick grunted.

"Shut it, Oomp Loompa and go get yourself some acid!" I growled, when out of nowhere my feet were knocked out from under me. I back flipped and landed, crouched and on one knee, hands on either side of me, supporting my weight, a strand of hair in my face as I glared at the new kid, who I was now at the same height level as.

"You know what, Ms. Wonka, I'll happily be your-" I grabbed his bottom lip with my hand and twisted it. He yelped in pain.

"Not another word out of those disgusting lips or I will break your yellow, rotten teeth, and choke you with breath mints." He chuckled. He thought I was joking.

"What's the breath mint? Your tongue? Cause I'm good with that." he whispered so only I could hear him. Iggy grabbed me around the waist as I lunged for the idiot. Nick snickered. "So, that breath mint?" He asked a little louder.

"Oh, I'll give you a breath mint!" I screamed, grabbing a slice of the orange on my tray and shoving it down his throat. Nick started choking, his hands leaving his crotch and going to his throat as he tried to spit it out.

"Want me to save your arrogant-" And then he spit the orange out. I ducked and it hit Iggy in the face. We all burst out laughing as Iggy glared, even Nick laughed.

"Kill him, Max!" he snarled.

"With pleasure." I looked at Nick.

"You know, I'm kind of hungry." Nick whispered again, so only I could here him.

"Go get food then." I snapped, irritated.

"It's not exactly food I want." Nick, glanced at my chest and winked at me. I lunged and this time successfully pinned the doofus. And then he rolled so he was on top and his minty breath was hot and close.

"Oh come on, you can't resist-" And with that, I kneed him where it counts, and he fell off me in pain. A groan escaped his lips and all eyes were on us.

"Listen, Pop Tart, I run this show. You're a back-up dancer in a leotard who gets laughed at every time you show your face. Stay off my stage, stay away from my show, get out of my sight, and you'll live." I snarled.

"I'm still hungry." Nick whispered, shakily standing up. I slapped him. And shoved him back on the ground. Then took a seat.

"She just whipped yo a$$!" Iggy said, and everyone in the caf burst out laughing.

"You can whip me anytime, Maxine." Nick's hot breath on my ear made my knees turn to jello for a fraction of a second before I spun around, only to see him already sitting down at another table.

"Well, none of us can have Mr. Smexy." Ella said, sounding upset.

"You mean the arrogant poptart?" I asked.

"Yep." Lissa confirmed.

"He was a jerk anyways." Maya put in. we all agreed and chowed down. What an eventful first day of sophomore year this was.

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