Sorry for not updating sooner.. i've been going through a rough time right now and i am just trying to get on with stuff so yeah...
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Authors notes: This is the first thing i've brought myself to write on since some stuff happened so i'm not sure it's any good! but i hope ya'll enjoy it please leave some FB! hehe
Part 3
After spending minutes trying to find a pay phone I finally reach it only to spend what feels like hours on the phone convincing Nascedo I was never going to ‘fit’ in if I didn’t spend some time with ‘normal’ humans he finally agreed to let me go.
I thanked him a million times and he just acted like whatever, sometimes I swear he hates me. Sometimes I’d probably swear I hate him too. But then again he’s all I’ve got he’s all I’ve ever had and if it wasn’t for him I have no idea where I’d be. Probably living on the streets alone and cold. I hate being cold I hate it with a passion.
I head down the hall searching for my damn locker… this school isn’t
that huge. I’ve been in way larger school then this one but I still can’t believe how lost I am. I am starting to think my locker doesn’t exist.
“Damnit.” I mutter rolling my eyes as I reach the end of the hallway only to figure out I still don’t see any sign that my locker is in fact in this freaking school.
“Having trouble?” I hear someone behind me say.
“What?” I snap turning around expecting to see some dumbass jock but instead I am greeted with Max standing there.
“Sorry.” He apologizes fumbling with his pockets.
“No it’s alright I was just trying to find my locker.” I explain looking up into his eyes, they’re captivating the amber swirls drowning you.
“Maybe I can help.” He suggests smiling down at me.
I bite my lip “Umm. Yeah that’d be great.” I can’t even believe how stupid that sounded.
“Alright, can I see the paper that has you’re locker number on it?” He asks and I stare at him, his eyes drawing me in I feel like I’m losing my self in their depths, its like a gateway to his soul. I never believe all the stupid crap about stuff like that, well until I meet Max Evans that is. It feels like all the air has been sucked from my lungs and the only thing that’s keeping me alive are his soulful eyes.
“Tess?” I hear his voice cutting through my thoughts, shit he must think I’m delusional standing here staring at him instead of getting out the paper.
“Oh right.” I say handing it over.
“131.” He says aloud and I follow him. “That’s right by my locker.”
“Cool.” I mumble my heart speeding up. That means I’ll have a legit reason to see Max everyday! I can’t believe my own luck. I know I shouldn’t be thinking this way especially about someone I’ve only known for not even 24 hours. But I can’t help it I never got this feeling in my stomach before not around any of the other guys that I’ve meet.
“Yeah.” He says taking the lead as we head down another hallway stopping near a classroom.
“Here we are.” He announces and I want to pout that means he’ll be leaving me now.
“Thanks so much.” I say grinning at him.
“You’re welcome.” He says. “I’ll see you later.” He says walking off in the direction of what I’m assuming to be his next class.
“Yeah later.” I mumble fumbling with my lock. Max Evans… that’s such a beautiful name… Max Evans… I could say it all day…. Tess Evans… now there’s some definite possibilities.
~*~*~*~
The last few classes of the day went by smoothly. I’m in two of that brown haired chick’s classes. I saw that guy Alex in one of my classes and I saw Isabel in another. Too bad I didn’t get to sit by Isabel since she’s already got a seating partner but at least she smiled at me.
I rush out of my last class, Math what a bore I hate math. I mean I’m supposedly like a queen of another planet and yet I need to take Math… riight.
I walk down the hall that I remember leads to my locker, trying not to stare as I see the brown haired chick standing with Max by the lockers. My heart is at my feet and it feels like I’m walking all over it.
I open my locker with my head down sighing I can’t believe how stupid I was. Writing his name on my binders, dreaming of our wedding together and all this time I barely know him a day. I mean did I really expect a guy as fine as Max Evans to be single? Obviously I’m a nutcase since I actually did.
I throw my stuff in grabbing my purse I sneak a look over my shoulder only to have my stomach cringe at the sight of Max giving that girl a peck on the lips.
I slam my locker shut and head down the hall keeping my eyes forward I wont look anymore. I need to think about meeting Isabel only problem is I don’t have a clue where her locker is. She must have assumed I would maybe they have some locker codes here or something.
I sigh and look around searching for a blond head of hair but only seeing some short haired blond girl yelling at some guy with spikes.
“Tess!” I hear an over excited voice say from behind me.
I turn around “Hey Isabel.”
“I was looking all over for you.”
“Yeah.” I say feeling uncomfortable.
“I forgot all about the fact you don’t have a clue where my locker is.”
“Oh right.”
“Yeah.”
“Well should we get going?”
“Is this cool with your dad? Or do you need to call?”
“No he won’t mind.” I lie ha if I just went and hung out with her and didn’t call oh my god I’d be in so much trouble. Nascedo would have me skinned or something. But then again if I were dead where would destiny lie then? Ha that’s a laugh destiny is an illusion created to make me believe I’m not a freak and there are more people out there like me. That I was not some mistake put on this planet only to be looked down upon and live in secrecy but that there is actually a purpose to my life.
“Good. My car is this way.” She says and we head out into the parking lot.
~*~*~*~
We get back to her house. It’s nice extremely family looking there’s pictures along the mantel and on the walls not that I can stop and study any of them but it even smells of meals that don’t come from boxes.
I follow Isabel up the stairs and into her room. It’s nice her room is nothing like my pathetic excuse for a room. Nascedo makes me live light not too many personal possessions incase I need to pack fast and not leave any traces behind.
“You’re room is nice.” I tell her causing her to smiles as she looks around.
“Thanks.” She says flopping down on the bed, I take a set by her mirror.
“It’s nothing like mine.” I admit not even realizing what I’ve said before the words slipped from my mouth.
“What do you mean?” she asks curiously tilting her head to the side.
“Oh I mean my rooms not made up yet, since we just moved here and all.” I offer hoping it’s a believable excuse.
“Oh. Well I’m sure it’ll look great in no time at all.”
“Yeah, once I actually get around to unpacking.” Like I have anything other then clothes to unpack.
“So, Roswell’s a pretty small town.” She states.
“Yeah.” I mutter twirling my hair around my finger.
“Probably a lot smaller then all the places you’ve been?”
“Smaller then most.” I tell her. I don’t know what it is about Isabel but she seems so open. So like me. I don’t know why I feel like this but I’ve felt a connection with her since I saw her in the quad.
“Ooh.” She says and I strain my ears to hear the voices talking downstairs.
“Do you want something to drink?” Isabel asks looking at me strangely.
“Oh um yeah.” I tell her and she gets up off her bed.
I walk a head of her wanting to get downstairs to see who’s making all that noise when I stop dead in my tracks. There in the kitchen is Max Evans, and that one spiky haired guy I saw in the halls.
“You should try taking her out some place special. Maybe surprise her girls love surprises… You could try leaving things in her locker or maybe giving her a flower for no reason.” I hear Max say. I can’t believe how well he knows girls. I mean most guys think all it takes to impress us is calling us hot. I don’t think so.
“You sure know you’re ladies.” I say walking over watching their heads snap up. “Don’t stop I’d love to hear more.”
I watch as Max looks at me weirdly and that spiky haired guy glares.
“Who are you?” the spiky haired guy snaps.
“That’s my friend.” I hear Isabel say showing up behind me.
“What is she doing over here?”
“Damn Michael do you always have to be so mean?” Isabel snaps I can hear the ice in her voice.
“I’ll be in your room.” I say feeling uncomfortable “And remember to bring some sugar.” I add… I wonder why that Michael guy seems so mean it’s not like I’m going to rob Isabel or something. Maybe Michael’s her brother that’s probably it. Maybe he just doesn’t like people coming over on school days. But he could have been a little nicer about things.
I sit back down on the chair, resting my chin in my hands waiting for Isabel to get back. I can hear her voice downstairs she doesn’t sound to happy but maybe she doesn’t like her brother being all rude to her friends even if I am not really her friend I’m just someone she’s being nice to.
“I’m sorry about that.” Isabel says closing the door.
“It’s ok.” I say taking the drink from her hand and grabbing the sugar packet.
“I didn’t know you liked sugar in your drinks to.” She says and I feel weird. No one I’ve ever meet liked sugar in their drinks. They always thought I was nuts.
“Oh yeah I’ve been drinking this since I was little I had a thing for sugar so I’d put it in everything and now here I am older and its just a habit.” I lie… but it’s a lot better then the truth… I have alien taste buds. Yeah like that’d go over well.
“Yeah, I know how that is.” She says and I watch her pour the sugar into her drink.
“So… did I get you into trouble with you’re brother?” I ask taking a sip of my drink.
“No he doesn’t care that you’re here.”
“He sure he seemed like it.”
“What do you mean?” she asks taking a drink from hers.
“Well did you like not see how he was acting?” I ask her disbelivingly she obviously did or she wouldn’t have tripped out on him.
“He didn’t say anything.” Isabel says giving me strange looks.
“He practically bite my head off.”
“Are we talking about my brother?” Isabel asks raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.
“Michael.” I state and her mouth forms an ‘O’.
“That’s not my brother, Max is my brother.” She informs me and my eyes widen.
“Oh…” I say a blush covering my cheeks I feel extremely dense.
“Yeah.”
“Then why was Michael being like that?”
“Oh I don’t know he figures new people will ruin our rep.” She says…. Ok well he doesn’t seem very nice then.
“Oh I see.”
“Yeah don’t pay attention to him he can be a bit of an ass.”
“I’ve noticed.” I say laughing.
“It’s hard not to.” She says giggling… now giggling isn’t something I’d have pictured Isabel doing.
“So… Max is you’re brother?” I state still not believing it.
“Yep.”
“Cool.” She says and I smile… I think Isabel and me will be getting along really well. And it’s a big plus that Max is her brother maybe I will be able to get his attention this way. Well if I even stay here long enough that is. But at this point the thought of not seeing Max and Isabel again its too much to bare.
... and we already dicussed the whole me becoming a dreamer.. haha it'll never happen! and don't worry i won't shoot... but if i ever turn to the dark side ::: dreamer side:: i give you *beg you* permision to be the one shooting me 
I've been pretty busy. Don't worry this is just a short update and I'm working on a longer one.. Filled with more Max/Tess interactions