|posted on 9-Aug-2002 4:08:27 PM by MoonLily|
|A Hateful Love|
By: MoonLily (Isabel)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell. If I did, we would never have had to deal with the crap known as seasons 2 and 3.
Category: AU M/L
Summary: Max and Liz…hate at first sight? What’s going on?
August 22nd, the day all of West Roswell High dreaded. Ah, that fateful day when unfortunate souls go back to sitting in stuffy classrooms and valiantly try to stay awake during boring lectures.
It was the day unanimously dubbed by all students as Worst Day of the Year.
Liz Parker was no different. She was currently running circles around her room, trying to find where she had placed her new notebook. Never mind the fact that it was highly doubtful notes would be given on the first day of school. This was Liz Parker, Miss I-Must-Have-A-Plan-For-All-Occasions.
At the moment, it seemed like her carefully thought out plans had gone awry. First, her alarm clock had chosen this day, of all days, to not go off. She had woken up ten minutes late, and then spent the next five minutes trying to find a clean outfit. She had finally found a tank top hidden in the depths of her closet and threw it on, mindless of whether or not it had been washed recently. She was beyond caring.
But, now, her notebook was missing. Come to think of it, so were her pens.
Thus, Liz was dashing about like a madwoman.
Twenty minutes later, Liz was sprinting out of the house.
“Liz, honey! Aren’t you going to have any breakfast?”
“No time! Thanks, Mom! Bye!” And with that, she was out the door, leaving behind a disapproving Nancy.
Liz arrived at school with two minutes to spare. Oh, that was just great. She didn’t know her way around this school very well, since she was only a freshman. With her luck, she would probably get hopelessly lost. What a great first impression to give the teachers.
“Let’s see. American History. That should be just down this way,” she murmured to herself as she hurried through the almost empty halls, with her glance fixed on the numbers above the doorframes. Consequently, she wasn’t paying much attention to where she was going.
“111. Three more doors to-” her sentence was abruptly cut short when a colliding sensation sent Liz reeling backwards. One moment she was keeping track of door numbers; the next, she was counting ceiling tiles.
After she recovered somewhat from her shock, she pulled herself to her feet and searched for the source of the impact. She found him on the floor, attempting to retrieve his scattered papers.
“Here, let me give you a hand with that,” she hastily offered, starting to bend down.
“Don’t bother. It was your fault in the first place that you weren’t looking where you were going! I think you’ve done enough damage for one day,” the person bit back, finally looking up.
It was all Liz could do to not gasp out loud. He had to be one of the most gorgeous members of the male species she’d ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. Then, his words sunk in.
In her dazed state, Liz managed to sputter out, “Me? If you hadn’t been doing the same thing, it wouldn’t have happened, either!”
But Liz found herself shouting after his retreating back, as he was already halfway down the hall. He gave no acknowledgment that he had heard her.
“Jerk,” Liz muttered as she finally entered the classroom and slid into the nearest seat seconds before the tardy bell.
At lunch, her best friend, Maria, caught up with her. “Hey chica!”
Liz didn’t know how anyone could be so bright and bubbly on the first day of school. Especially one as horrid as this.
“Maria,” Liz answered morosely. She was still fuming about the earlier run-in with that asshole. She hoped he wasn’t in any of her classes. From the looks of it, he probably wouldn’t be. Only upperclassmen could be so rude.
Maria immediately realized that something was wrong. She dropped the cheerful attitude and slipped easily into her role as best friend. “Hey, what’s wrong? Spill.” She slung a comforting arm around Liz and waited patiently for her friend to speak.
Liz groaned. “Please, don’t mention that word.”
Maria was confused. “What word? Spill?”
“What did I just say about not mentioning it?”
Maria’s best friend radar was on full alert. “Come on. Out with it.”
“Let’s just say there was an accident involving me and some hydrochloric acid.”
Maria raised her eyebrows. “They gave you hydrochloric acid to work with on the first day?” she asked in disbelief.
“Of course not. But Mr. Pratt was showing us some of the lab equipment and chemicals that we would be using in the next few weeks. Of all the times to have a klutz attack, it had to be while he was explaining the safety rules that I accidentally knocked over the bottle. He later thanked me for giving a surprise demonstration.”
“Oh, you poor thing.” Maria made a sympathetic noise in the back of her throat.
“If it makes you feel any better, I bumped against some kid’s desk on my way out of English and knocked his whole binder onto the floor. Then he started muttering something totally uncalled for about how clumsy people are a hazard around here. So then I go- ” Maria caught sight of Liz’s suddenly grumpy expression and stopped in mid-sentence.
“Uh-oh. What did I say wrong now? Bump? Knocked?”
Liz sighed. “More like crashed. I collided with some guy on my way to first period, and he started going off on me. As if I hadn’t already had a terrible morning with the whole alarm clock won’t go off, can’t find anything clean to wear, first day crap.”
“Don’t worry, it’s bound to get better, tomorrow. Wait, I see Alex! Let’s go sit over there!” Maria waved enthusiastically and dragged Liz along.
“Ladies!” Alex greeted them. “How are my favorite girls?”
Liz pretended to look hurt. “And here I thought we were your only girls.”
Alex shrugged and sighed resignedly. “That too. Guess I’m stuck with you guys.” He plastered a mock gloomy expression on his face.
“That you are, buddy. Right, Liz?”
When Liz didn’t answer, Maria started to call her name again, but she interrupted. “That’s him! The jerk that bowled me over!”
Maria followed the direction of Liz’s gaze and her mouth dropped open in shock. “No way! He’s the one I was telling you about, too! No wonder he was ranting about klutzes. Poor guy!”
Liz immediately rounded on Maria. “Poor guy? Poor guy?” she nearly screeched. “Did I tell you how incredibly rude he was? I say he deserved to have his stuff knocked to the floor twice in one day!”
As an afterthought, she added, “And just whom, exactly, are you calling a klutz?”
“Hey, hey! Excuse me!”
The two girls turned to see Alex waved his hands about in the air, frantically trying to get their attention.
“What anyone like to fill me in on what the hell is going on?”
Liz and Maria both repeated their stories, and Alex’s eyes were widened with surprise by the time they finished.
“Are you sure you got the right guy? Max Evans doesn’t seem like the type. I’ve had two classes with him today, and he stayed quiet the whole day. I’d say he’s a bit of a loner.”
“Well, of course he doesn't have any friends,” Liz replied flippantly. “Who’d want to go near a guy like that? And look at the way he’s just sauntering around over there.” Liz gestured with her hand. “Acts like he owns the place.”
Maria and Alex both looked, and then glanced at each other doubtfully.
“I don’t know, Liz. He looks like a normal kid buying his lunch to me,” Alex said dubiously. “He probably just isn’t a morning person.”
“Yeah, Liz. After all, he apologized to me,” Maria added. “Or maybe it’s just you,” she couldn’t help but tease.
“Oh, gee, thanks Maria.”
Liz wasn’t convinced by her friends’ persuasions. She stubbornly adhered to her original notion that Max Evans was a Class-A Jerk. And Liz Parker was going to be the one to bring him down a peg or two.
Just he wait.
What’d you guys think? I know Max and Liz's personalities were a bit different, but I hope you liked it anyway!
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|posted on 11-Aug-2002 2:04:40 AM by MoonLily|
|Hi! Just popping in to thank everyone for the GREAT feedback! I would usually write individual replies, but I am dead tired right now. I think that's supposed to be shy or embarrassed, but pretend it's tired, all right?|
|posted on 11-Aug-2002 11:24:17 PM by MoonLily|
|Thanks everyone! I'm so glad to see that you guys are actually enjoying this!|
|posted on 13-Aug-2002 9:54:44 AM by MoonLily|
Thanks for all the wonderful feedback, everyone. However, I'm afraid that I've made a terrible mistake with starting way too many fics than I can handle. As much as I would love to work on all of them, I just don't have the time. I'm sorry, but this one will probably have to go on the backburner.
It's just that I have all my other fics plotted out and I know exactly what's going to happen. This story was just an idea that popped out of the blue and I wrote it on a spur of the moment. I'm basically going to make it up as I go along, so it'll take a lot longer to write.
Depending on how much time I have, I will try to get out another part before school starts. I'm not making any promises, though!
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|posted on 21-Aug-2002 1:25:09 PM by MoonLily|
|jeremiah Thanks for being willing to wait!|
keep the faith I'll try! But just to let you know, I'm a huge procrastinator, so...
aZNroSweLl anglgrl Thanks for understanding!
XxAnGeLBaBe585xX You know, you may be on to something there. We'll see. An evil twin...hm, that has some definite possibilities! Now you've really got me going!
marteloise Thanks for being patient!
Angelic I'll try to get to it as soon as possible!
LittleBit I know the feeling! I can get in way over my head, and some of the fics just get left behind in the dust. However, those are usually the ones that I wrote on a whim and have no idea what to do with next. Don't worry, this won't be one of them.
frenchkiss70 Ah, so I see my loyal bumper has discovered this fic.
ZooBoo Done? Soon? I don't know the meaning of those words.
I edited my name after I told you on the other thread. Secret's out, so no use trying to hide it.
Your feedback managed to crack me up...as usual. I dislike your Michael, you dislike my Max. There, we're even.
I got the idea for the teacher's last name from this girl who's a HUGE pain in the butt.
Yeah, Liz isn't being very reasonable. Ah, well.
|posted on 11-Sep-2002 5:29:21 PM by MoonLily|
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