The first thing I noticed when I got to the school was this. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE had this cube. Whether a student, a teacher or staff, they were everywhere. In lockers, on desks, in their bags, posters of them, accessories of them. Heck, I saw this girl wearing this cubism theme with a cube sling bag and shoes. It's like cubes ruled the school, something is totally wrong with this place.

First period will start soon, and I don't really feel like going. As everyone shuffled towards class, I sneaked into the guys restroom when one of the teachers weren't looking. I'm hoping to camp in here until lunch, then come back here. I looked into the mirror. I have short hair, and have a tall, skinny frame, but I work out when I get the chance that gave me my muscles. I wore a Green-Day shirt under my leather jacket with some skinny jeans and converse high tops. I guess I have to admit I give off this bad boy vibe. I ditch time to time, and I've been expelled from 5 school's now. This is my last chance before I get shipped off to military school. All rules, no girls. The very thought makes me shiver.                                                                                                                                                

I suddenly heard loud whispering coming from outside of the bathroom. I slowly opened the door to see what was going on. I saw 2 guys, probably around my age, 16. And beside them was some middle aged teacher with a wicked mustache.

"What do you think you 2 are doing out of class?" The teacher demanded, arms crossed.

"Uh...nothing," one denied, having the other one elbow him.

"We just, uh, forgot our Rubik's cubes, Mr. Collens." He nervously chuckled.

The teacher eyed them, then sighed. "Fine, but next time bring a hall pass."

My jaw dropped. He let them go? What kind of excuse was that, and what is a Rubik's cube? I seriously need to consider this for future ditching excuses.

Both of the guy's saluted. "Yes, sir," they said in unison.

The teacher nodded then turned towards the guy's restroom, looking at my direction. My eyes widened and I slammed the door shut. And the door, of course, makes a huge noise when it's slammed shut. The door opened, and Mr. Collens grabbed my hoodie and yanked me out of the bathroom.

"You're in big trouble! Ditching class is a-"

"He wasn't ditching." One of the guy's piped up.

"He wasn't?" Mr. Collens asked.

"I wasn't? I mean yeah, I wasn't. I needed to go use the restroom, and tagged along with them since they were going to get their Rubik's cubes."

"I see." He let me go. "Well, go back to class as soon as you've gotten your Rubik's cubes." And we went back to his classroom.

I heaved out a sigh. "Thanks, I owe you one."

"No problem, we've been stuck in those situations before." One grinned.

"So you're the new kid, right? We never seen you around."

"Yea, I'm Drake Lawrence." I shook both of their hands.

"Name's Max Stanley," he introduced. "And this is my best friend, West."

"Short for Westley, Westley Owens. And welcome to our fine school, Riverbank High."

They both looked really similar. Both had a prankster, troublemaker look. Mischievous smiles, a bit hyper like they raided a coffee shop, and an evil glint in their eye that teachers will say, 'Don't even think about it.' Max wore an 'I'm with Stupid' shirt and always stood at the right side of Westley to prove his point. He wore a beanie and his left sleeve was rolled up to show a digital watch. Westley wore a Superman shirt under a sleeveless hoodie and porkie hat.

"You guy's look the same." I said. "Are you guys twins or something?"

Both of them snorted.

"You serious?" Max asked, "I mean, sure. People say we're both equally top notch troublemakers. But we-"

Westley pushed Max away. "Me being the toppest of course." 

Max pushed him away. "But we look nothing alike, is what I was trying to say." Glaring at Westley.

"As you could see, I have beautiful black hair, and streaks of yellow highlights. And chocolate eyes, that makes girls gaga for me. While Max has straight brown hair and blue eyes."

"Hey! I deserve a better description than that." 

"Yeah, right. I guess I didn't notice it."

"Well you better notice this." Westley said, showing me his muscles.

Max snorted. "My muscles are way bigger than that." He showed his muscles which are aqually the same.

"Ladies, ladies. No need to fight over me."

"You wish," they both said simultaneously."

"But really, at one point I thought you were blind."

Westley gasped. "He is?"

He came all up on my face, staring at me. "How many fingers am I holding?"

I sighed. "Three."

"Hey West, how many fingers am I holding," Max asked.

Westley turned. "One. And don't be like that man, no one wants to be given the finger."

"Whatever, West, you earned them."

Westley returned the favor then smiled at me. "We should get our cubes before Ms. Douglas haves our heads."

We started walking down the hall. Well I was at least. Max and Westley went into another argument and began to shove each other to the floor and onto the lockers. Teachers came out of the lockers and we happily skipped away from the crime scene. 

"So who do you have for this period that you per se, using the restroom?" Max asked me.

"Ms. Douglas," I replied.

"Good choice, her class is bo-ring." Westley said.

We arrived to the lockers, Max and Westley opened their lockers, but not with a lock. Like a cliche in high school movies, the hit and bang the lockers in rhythm and the lockers opened simultaneously.

Westley saw the disbelief in my face and shrugged. "This school's pretty old, and I can't remember a decent locker code."

Max pulled out a cube out of his locker and tossed it to Westley.

"So that's a Rubik's cube?" I asked.

Yeah." He passed the cube to me.

It was as big as my fist. All of the sides were like a rainbow vomit, colors were jumbled together in each side. There were 6 faces, each face was squared 3 by 3. I saw that every time I moved it, a squared would shift. I moved a row and saw that it flipped, but only by rows, not diagonally.

"Like the holy grail of our school," Max said.

"No you stupid. The holy grail is actually a woman, Mary Magdalene."

"I heard of her in History class. Isn't she a prosti-"

"She was no such thing!" Westley protested. "In evidence of the Da Vinci Code, she's Jesus's wife."

"And you believe that?"

"I'm just saying it could be real." He crossed his arms.

"Go hit the books, treasure hunter." Max grumbled.

"So how does it work?"

Westley showed me his cube, this one was more organized, each side had only one color. "As you can see, there are 6 sides, each side with 9 squares and 1 color."

"Red, blue, green, yellow, orange and white." Max told me.

"The point is to unscramble the cube all up, no memorizing how you did it, that would be cheating. Then you flip it back in the same colors, simple as that."

I looked at the cube, it didn't kook that simple to me.

"Go on, try it," Westley urged.

"I don't know..."

"C'mon, then you just gotta have to join the-"

Max smacked him at the back of his head. "Shut up, what the hell's wrong with you, man? Remember, if you force someone to join, you get disqualified."

"Disqualified for what?"

"Hey look at the time." Max said as he barely glanced his watch. "We have to get to class."

I looked at them, but said nothing. They walked ahead of me, whispering at each other. I walked slowly, giving them some distance for whatever they were talking about. I respect secrets, something I do since I have a few myself. But what is it that they're not telling me. 

We arrived to the class, everyone's eyes turned to the door. They barely looked at Max and Westley, instead all eyes were on me. This is exactly why I hate being the new kid.

The teacher looked up from the board. She was some lady in her late, late 40s with major botox, who I guessed was Ms. Douglas.

"Maxwell, Westley,I'll deal with you two later. Sit." She ordered.

"Yes ma'm," they shuffled to their seats and sat down.

"So you're the new student, yes?"

"I opened my mouth to answer, but she cutted me off. 

"I thought so. Why are you late to my class?" She demanded.

"I got lost." Saying my 2nd lie today.

"As a new student, still adjusting to the school grounds, I'll let you off with just a warning. I do not accept tardiness."

"Yeah, okay."

"Yes ma'm," she said."

"Yes ma'm," trying to hold my tongue, not saying anything more.

"Class, this is our new student, Drake Lawrence. Now remember, don't pressure him to join."

The whole classes nodded, understanding her. Are you kidding me? Even the teachers know about this?

"Now let's see..." Ms. Douglas's eyes scanned the room." Rubye, please raise your hand if you may."

This girl groaned and raised her hand. She was that girl I saw with the cubism theme clothing. And now that I think of it, her theme must really be a Rubik's cube. Great, a Rubik's cube fan girl. I came and sat down next to her. She barely glanced at me then stared out the window.

"And I expect you to show Drake around the school."

All of the guys groaned.

"Yes, Ms. Douglas, " she muttered.

She's really pretty, I have to admit that. She was quite tall and skinny, if I didn't know any better, she can pull of as a model. With long hair that freely dangled on her shoulders and a few faded freckles on her face, I was a sucker for freckles. She noticed me staring at her and glared at me.

"What are you staring at?" She muttered, already knowing the answer.

I turned away. "Nothing, sorry."

Sorry? Why did I apologized? And what is with her problem? She PMSing or something? Ms. Douglas passed out some history classwork, everyone started to take out their textbooks and notebooks then began to work. Rubye barely glanced at the questions and started to write down the answers in her notebook, lightning fast. I looked around, everyone looked at her then went back to working, they must be used to this. When she was done she placed it on the corner of her test, she then saw me staring at her then flipped the paper over to hide the covers. She looked out the window once more. My jaw dropped, I was irritated that she thought I was trying to copy her, but in awe that she finished it within minutes. I looked down at the paper, 35 questions. It wasn't classwork, it was practically a test.

"And this is the cafeteria," Rubye told me for the last stop of the tour.

"I could see that," I muttered. She doesn't seem to be enjoying this tour either.

She gave me an annoyed look. "Look, it's not like I want to give this tour either. The last thing I want is another guy to come here and join."

"Join what?"

She raised an eyebrow. "No one told you?"

"Well, pretty much."

"Then I'd like to leave it like that."

"Is this thing that everyone don't want to join some kind of game?"

"Yeah, but it's more like a challenge than a game."

"Like the milk challenge? Or the jelly bean challenge?"

"Uh, no."

"Then why can't I join?"

She smirked. "You sound like some kid who wants to play with the bigger kids."

I frowned at the comparison.

"The last thing the challenge needs is more participants. Practically every guy in the school is participating."

"So it's only for guys then? Are you jealous that you can't join?"

"Says the guy who can't join himself. But no, I or any other girl in the school is not interested in joining the challenge."

"You know what, nevermind. I don' t care anymore, Rubye."

"It's actually Rubix."

"What?"

"Rubix. People call me Rubix."

"As in Rubik's cube?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Why are you called Rubix?"

She leaned close to me with a smirk on her face like she was rubbing it in my face that she knows something I don't know. "Why else would it be called the Rubix Cube Challenge?"

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I am done!! Mission accomplish. This is the last chapter of the book. Thanks everyone for reading the Rubix- uh, wait. JUST KIDDING! I bet 3 out of 5 of you just peed in your pants. Mwah ha ha. I can be so evil at times.

I watched Man of Steel last Saturday and it was so... how can I say this... Awesome!!! I loved it, and the Henry Cavill was the perfect Superman. What I didn't expect were some funny comments, I think there were a total of 4 or 5 funny moments. And there were some really touching moments, I think I teared up in one scene. I not saying, I mean writing and scenes cause I'm not a spoiler like some people. Yeah, you know who you are. Spoilers. 

And this chapter is dedicated to poetrywillneverdie, who was like the alarm clock for the Rubix Cube Challenge. I wouldn't be updating this if it weren't for her asking me to update. But I did had some nutella breaks while I was writing this chapter. I'm starting on the next chapter already, don't go cray cray everyone, especially you poetrywillneverdie. 

Don't forget to vomment,

RubixCube89201

P.S. poetrywillneverdie is right, poetry will never die, not on my watch.