YAY! This will be the first time you see Edward. I'm warning you, there might be some OOCness involving his character. But, if you look past that, let's hope we can get this plot moving!

Disclaimer: I am a young teenager. Do YOU think I own Maximum Ride or Twilight? If you do, then you are very wrong, and you most likely have a mental issue that needs checking out, because I don't own Maximum ride or Twilight

Chapter 5: Normal People Are Weird

Once inside, the force of the school hit me like a ton of bricks. First off, it smelled like a combination of perfume, cheese, and… was that girl wearing a scarf as a skirt? I swear that kind of clothing should be seen as sexual harassment! Did people have any self-respect? Next you know guys will start wearing body glitter. Tee hee. Fang wearing body glitter. I would pay to see that.

Then, it was preppy people. Did they have anything better to do than practice their obnoxious cheers in the middle of the hallway? Some people might want to have a conversation. Not that you'd know anything about having a civilized conversation that didn't contain the matter of how depressed you are about the fact your lip-gloss has gone missing.

Oh, and don't get me started on those overly flirty guys. They didn't even know me, and yet, there they were, annoying the heck out of me. Didn't their parents tell them to never talk to strangers, especially ones that could bash your face in? Most of them got the idea after my death glare. But I had to scream at this one guy who went on and on and on about himself. Talk about a narcissistic.

And if things couldn't get any worse, I had most of my classes with them. Even this one girl, Jessica, who was an annoying version of Nudge, wouldn't stop talking about boys. I think she just wanted someone to complain to. She kept blabbering about this guy Mike who, apparently, didn't even know she existed. How could he not know she existed? She wouldn't shut up for more than 5 seconds.

The only class I could stand was Gym. No one really finds the need to come near when you're pushing others out of the way for the ball. I wouldn't be surprised if I traumatized some of those girls in the very corner when I "accidently" passed the ball there. Their cries of for aid were still racketing my brain by the time for lunch.

When it got to lunchtime, I made it my goal to dodge those preps. So, when I spotted a vacant table, I immediately snatched it, longing people who had heard about me would stray away, and those who hadn't scared easily. Oddest thing, when I sat down the whole entire cafeteria got hushed, as if they'd witnessed something horrid. When I looked up, I saw what they were gawking at.

Me.

It kind of irked me. Sitting by myself was supposed to draw notice away from me, not all attention at me. What? Did no one ever sit alone at this school? Or was it one of those clique things? Those things always seemed more like clans — all wearing pretty much identical outfits of identical colors, almost as if they made a chart. I half expected someone to start breaking out into random song. Even Jessica was being quite. Sure, I'd known her for a brief period, but even I could tell it took a lot to get her to shut up.

That's when they strode in. The Creeper and The Owl, The Steroid Dude and The Princess, followed by The Obvious Narcissist.

Suddenly, they all stopped when they saw me. To say I wasn't completely perplexed at everyone's behavior would be a pitiful lie. These people were supposed to be normal. Unless… that was normal. If so, normal people were just plain weird. You'd think after going through everything I'd gone through, nothing could surprise me. Still, the world found ways to confuse me.

Suddenly, they all turned towards the Bronze-haired narcissist, giving him weird looks. It was almost as if the were having a silent conversation. Then, he gave an almost inaudible sigh, and displayed a supposedly charming smile on his symmetrical face. He ambled over with an arrogant posture, seemingly innocent, but I knew better. He evidently wanted something he thought would be quite simple to get from me. Yeah, right.

When he reached me, I lifted an eyebrow, gesturing for him to speak up.

"Hello," He greeted, voice dripping with warm honey.

"Hey," I replied warily.

"I'd like to ask you to leave. This is my family's table." I knew it.

"Really? I never saw the words ' People Who Think They're Better Than Everyone Else' on here, but if this is where you sit, I'm sure it's on here somewhere." His smirked dropped.

"Excuse me?" He asked, looking a mixture of flabbergasted, vexed, and cautious all at the same time.

"Don't worry, you're excused," Came out of my mouth like venom as I pushed myself off my seat, "Whatever, you can have the table if you tell your sister, Alice, that she actually didn't do too bad a job shopping for me yesterday. Plus, after looking at your face, it's hard to imagine eating again." At the shopping part, I heard a high-pitched—also rather annoying — squeal come from The Creeper.

Snatching my tray off the round table, I made my way to the trash bins, and out the door. That boy was obviously used to taking what he desired, and I would not stand for it. There were some things that guy evidently needed to learn, so I was going to teach him some manners even I knew.

When I got to biology, I asked the teacher where I would sit for his class. He gestured to a lab station in the front and told me to have a seat and wait for my partner to arrive. Uncharacteristically, I found myself tapping my foot, drumming my hands on the table, and whistling a slight tune to occupy myself. It wasn't like me to be nervous, but this was the person I'd be spending the rest of the school year with in this class. If it was someone smart, then I wouldn't have to worry about group projects, but if they were too smart, then I would have to listen to them ramble on and on about stuff I just don't care about. On the other hand, if it was someone dumb, then I wouldn't have to worry about looking stupid, but if they were too dumb, then they would get on my nerves.

I was hoping they were somewhere in between.

But anything, anyone, would have been better than what I got. He was the first there, practically strutting into the classroom in all his egotistical glory. Head held high, arms swinging carelessly, face left completely expressionless, his eyes met mine. A sort of panicked look crossed his features, and I smirked inwardly.

This is going to be fun, I thought, content.

He sat down on the other side of me when, suddenly, a distasteful look came over his seemingly unbreakable mask. A look of hate and disgust and concentration washed over his blank expression, making it look like he was about to throw up or something. I almost asked if he was all right. You know, before he started glaring lividly at me. The look made me chuckle a little. He looked like he was constipated.

"Listen, I'm really flattered by you're staring, but that's a little stalkerish, don't you think?" I inferred, taking the petri dish we needed for the assignment. As I leaned closer to reach it, his face contorted in a look of hunger, nearly reminding me of Erasers. I immediately shrunk back, still studying his face closely, looking for any signs of lupine hybrid. It was definitely possible with his ethereal good looks, but if he was, he would have killed me by then; Erasers didn't care about witnesses, considering they would just kill them off.

"Okay, that's enough. I don't know who you think you are, and, frankly, I don't care. You don't know anything about me, yet here you sit in all you arrogance, acting like I'm the bane of your existence. You want to hate me? Fine. But I'll tell you this, there's a long line," I whispered violently. I wasn't the type for speeches, but the look on his face was sitcom worthy. In fact, I believe I chuckled a little.

My theory was proven when he started with the glaring again. I sighed again and decided he found out what an authentic glare looked like. Looking him straight in the eye, my face twisted into its well-worked glare as his eyes widened the slight bit before going back to their normal stance. To say I was surprised would be an understatement, the only person who could handle my glare that well was…

I averted my eyes quickly and went back to my work. Whenever I would glance his way, which was very often, he wouldn't have some kind of smug look like I expected, but instead held one of confusion and worry, mixed with agitation, and he would find my gaze quickly, ripping his face of any emotion. Once the bell rang, I nearly made the chair fall back when I dashed my way out of the room.

That guy reminded me of Fang too much. What's next, he never talked? Well, I mean, he didn't talk in there, but that was obviously because he hated me. Any other way they were alike? I tried to picture him in my head and what I found nearly made my mouth drop open in shock.

His eyes were pitch black. As in, obsidian.

This was getting to weird. The next classes were me pay no attention to anything that was going on, falling asleep, and noticing people seemed to stare a lot here. I opened the door to the office, ready to turn my form in, when I saw Mr. Charm talking to some fifty-year-old woman that looked like she was hyperventilating. I stopped and listened. What? Privacy isn't my strong point.

" There has to be some other class open. Anything." Charmer went off naming different classes, but the worker just shook her head at him.

"I'm sorry, Edward, but there isn't any other classes available. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Hmm, isn't Edward sort of older name? No wonder he was so mean. Edward turned his head slightly, noticing my presence for the first time.

"No, thank you. I guess I'll just have to endure it," He muttered, then briskly brushed pass me. Enraged, I practically threw my paper at the lady and stormed out after him.

We were in the middle of the parking lot when he swerved around to face me.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

"I want to know what your problem is. All you've done all day is act like I have some sort of disease just because I didn't fall at your feet the moment I saw you. You're good looking. So what? I can name a lot of good looking guys, but I can only name a couple who aren't like you!" I exclaimed, driving more attention towards us.

"Like what? A monster?" He asked, voice as high as mine. His words made me back pedal.

"If you think you act like a monster, then you don't know what a monster is." With those words, I left him, dumbfounded in the parking lot.

Okay, it hasn't been betaed yet, but I will repost after my beta fixes it. I just couldn't keep you guys waiting any longer.