The Outsider (Roswell High Series #1)

The Outsider (Roswell High Series #1)

by Melinda Metz

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The acclaimed Roswell High series—and the inspiration for the upcoming Roswell, New Mexico TV series airing on the CW—returns with this new introduction, perfect for fans of Stranger Things and Riverdale.

He’s not like other guys.

Liz has seen him around school. It’s hard to miss Max—the tall, blond, blue-eyed senior stands out among all the other students at Roswell High. So why is he such a loner?

Max is in love with Liz. He loves the way her eyes light up when she laughs and the way her long, black hair moves when she turns her head. Most of all, he loves to imagine what it would be like to kiss her.

But he knows he can’t get too close. He can’t risk her discovering the truth about who he is—or what he is....

Because the truth could kill her.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780743434423
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 02/02/2002
Series: Roswell High Series , #1
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 176
Sales rank: 89,825
File size: 738 KB
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Melinda Metz is the author of over sixty books for teens and middle-grade readers, including the YA series Roswell High and Echoes (originally published as Fingerprints). She was on the writing staff, along with writing partner Laura J. Burns, of TV shows Roswell (based on her series) and Missing. Melinda and Laura also wrote the middle-grade mystery series Wright and Wong together. The Case of the Nana-Napper, the second book in the series, was nominated for a juvenile Edgar. Melinda lives in Concord, North Carolina with her dog, Scully.

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Chapter 1

"One Sigourney Weaver and one Will Smith." Liz Ortecho slid two thick burgers onto the table -- one with avocado and sprouts, one with jalapeño peppers and cheese.

Then she waited. The customers in the booth were obviously tourists. And every tourist who came to the Crashdown Cafe had at least one question about...the Roswell Incident.

"So is your family from around here?" the guy in the Lost in Space T-shirt asked. The blond woman sitting across from him flipped open a battered notebook and stared at Liz.

"Yeah," Liz said. "My great-great-great-grandfather inherited a ranch outside town. My family's been in Roswell ever since."

The woman uncapped her pen. The man cleared his throat. Here it comes, Liz thought.

"So did any of your relatives ever tell you any stories about, you know, the UFO crash?" the guy asked.

These two were a total trip. I bet they have every episode of The X-Files on tape, Liz thought.

"Well..." Liz hesitated. "I guess it would be okay to show you." She pulled a worn black-and-white photo out of her pocket and gently placed it in front of them. "A friend of my grandmother's took this picture at the crash site -- before the government cleaned it up."

The two tourists leaned over the blurry photo and studied it carefully.

"Whoa," the woman mumbled. "Whoa."

"This looks exactly like the alien from the autopsy video," the guy exclaimed. "Same oversized head and small, hairless body. I've got to get it on my Roswell Incident web site." He reached for the photo.

"You'd be dead by the end of the week." Liz snatched the photo away. "Just because its been more than fifty years since the crash doesn't mean the air force wants the truth exposed. They still want everyone to believe that weather balloon story they used as a cover-up," she explained.

Liz glanced around the cafe nervously. She wanted to make sure her father wasn't in earshot. If Papa heard her telling this story, he'd rip off her head and feed it to her for breakfast.

"I shouldn't have shown this to you. Just forget about it, okay? You never saw it." Liz rushed back behind the counter.

Maria DeLuca shook her head, sending her blond curls flying around her face. "You are so bad."

"Hey, they'll have a great story to tell when they get home. And I'll have a great tip," Liz answered.

Maria sighed. "You and your great tips. I've never known such a money-hungry waitress."

Liz shrugged. "You know how I feel. I need as much money as I can get because --"

"One day after grad it's adios and hasta la vista, baby," Maria interrupted. "I know, I know You're not going to spend your life in a town that has two movie theaters, one bowling alley, one lame-o comedy club, one even more lame-o dance club, and thirteen alien-theme tourist traps.

Liz had to smile. Her best friend did an almost perfect impression of her. "I guess I say that a lot, huh?"

Maria grabbed a dish towel and started wiping down the counter. "Only ten times a day since fifth grade," she joked.

"If I didn't have five thousand relatives watching me all the time," Liz said, "maybe I could have some fun once in a while."

She sighed, imagining a life where she didn't have to worry about doing something -- anything -- that would make her large, loving extended family worry about her future. She was the first daughter in her family headed for college, and her family wanted to make sure that she stayed on track. And not turn out like her sister, Rosa.

Liz pulled a handful of change out of her pocket and dumped it on the counter.

"Wow," Maria said. "Great tips. Maybe I should get my own picture of a baby doll someone left out in the sun too long." Maria scrunched up her nose. "Though I don't know if I could do that whole 'you'd be dead by the end of the week' thing without cracking up."

"Just practice in front of the mirror. That's what I did," Liz told her.

"It would take a lot of practice," Maria complained. "Everyone always knows when I'm lying. My ten-year-old brother is a better liar than me. The guys my mom goes out with never believe me when I say how nice it is to meet them."

Liz snorted. "Big surprise." She popped open the cash register and traded her change for bills. Thirty-three more dollars for the Hasta la Vista Fund. Thirty-three seventy-three, actually.

The opening notes of the Close Encounters theme played as the cafe door swung open. Max Evans, tall and blond, with killer baby blues, and Michael Guerin, dark and intense, ambled over to the corner booth in the back. Both were students at Liz and Maria's high school.

"Of course they sit in your section," Maria grumbled.

Liz and Maria each covered six of the cafe's flying-saucer-shaped booths. They divided the dining room in half from front to back so they each got a couple of booths by the windows. Those were the most popular.

"You get the tourists and the cute guys, and I get those two," Maria continued. She jerked her chin toward the booth nearest the door. "They're having some big fight. They just scowl at me every time I get near them."

Liz glanced at the two men in the booth. One was big and beefy. The other was smaller but muscular. They were leaning across the table toward each other, talking intently. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but they both looked furious.

"I think you deserve a good table after dealing with those guys. You can take Max and Michael," Liz volunteered.

Maria narrowed her blue eyes. "Okay, what's going on?"

Liz wrapped her arm around Maria's shoulders. "You're my best friend. Can't I just do something nice for you out of the goodness of my heart?"

"Nope." Maria shrugged Liz's arm away. I repeat -- what's going on?"

"Nothing," Liz insisted. "I just feel like taking a little vacation from all the testosterone junkies."

Maria raised one eyebrow. "Translation, please."

"Guys," Liz explained. "I'm so tired of their...guyness."

"All guys aren't like Kyle Valenti, you know," Maria told her. "Take Alex. He's totally cool."

Alex Manes was totally cool. Liz could hardly believe she and Maria had only been friends with him for a year. She felt as if she'd known him forever.

"You're right. Alex is the best. But he doesn't count."

Maria frowned. "Why not?"

"'Cause he's Alex," Liz said with a shrug. "He's not a guy guy. Not like Kyle. You should have seen Kyle after school today. He will not accept the fact that I won't go out with him again. He actually got down on his knees and followed me down the hall with his tongue hanging out, begging. All his friends were watching, laughing like the idiots they are."

It made Liz wish she knew karate. She could have really given his friends something to laugh about.

"How romantic. And that classy move didn't convince you to go out with him again?" Maria's voice rose in fake shock.

"Uh -- that would be no. And I'm not going out with anyone else for a while, either," Liz declared. "I'm going to stay home, rent chick flicks, take bubble baths, and wear comfy old sweatpants."

Liz was looking forward to it. To be fair, most guys she'd been out with -- not that there had been that many -- weren't losers like Kyle Valenti. Kyle actually had thought Liz would enjoy sitting next to him on the couch watching him play Nintendo. He hadn't even offered her a turn!

But even with the other guys, there had just been that "sameness" about them.

"My love life is pathetic," Liz mumbled. "I just need some time to myself, for myself."

"Well, I can mix you up some great herbal bath oils," Maria offered. "But if you stop dating, there are going to be some very unhappy boys at Ulysses F. Olsen High."

"Like who?" Liz demanded.

Maria glanced over at the booth, where Max and Michael were sitting. "Max Evans," she said.

"Max?" Liz repeated. "Max is my buddy. He's not interested in me like that."

"Oh, please," Maria shot back. "How could he not be interested? You look like some kind of Spanish princess or something with your long black hair and your amazing cheekbones. And let's not talk about your skin. Do you even know the word zit? Plus you're smart and --"

Liz held up both hands. "Stop!"

Maria was the most loyal person Liz knew. If you were her friend, she stuck by you no matter what. And Liz and Maria had been friends since the second grade, when they bonded over a hurt baby bird.

"Okay, I'll stop," Maria answered. "But believe me, Max Evans is more than interested. He probably has the words Property of Liz Ortecho tattooed on his chest. Max --"

"Hi, Michael!" Liz said loudly as Michael walked up to the counter. She hoped he hadn't heard any of their conversation.

"Hey." Michael raked his fingers through his jet black hair, making the top even more spiky. "I was wondering if you had a job application I could fill out."

It was hard for Liz to picture Michael working in the cafe, busing tables and making change and stuff. It seemed too normal, too ordinary for Michael. He should have a job as a Navy SEAL or something like that. Michael was always joking around, but there was a definite edge to him.

Liz reached under the counter and pulled out a pad of forms. "We don't have any openings right now. But I'll talk to my father, and as soon as something comes up I'll have him call you."

"Oh, I think you're going to be having some openings real fast," Michael answered in a serious tone. "Unless your dad likes waitresses who stand around gossiping instead of waiting on tables." He winked.

Maria threw her dish towel at him. Michael cracked up.

"I'll go," Maria said. She picked up two menus and followed Michael over to his booth.

Liz shot a quick glance over at Max -- and found herself staring directly into his bright blue eyes. They were such an unusual shade, strange and beautiful. Not the blue of the sky or of the ocean.

Max held Liz's gaze for a second, then he looked away.

Maria wasn't right about Max -- was she? Liz had known Max since third grade. He had been her lab partner since they were sophomores. But they never hung out outside of class. And Liz hadn't picked up on any vibe signaling that Max wanted to be more than friends.

Liz grabbed the nearest napkin holder and restocked it. What would it be like to go out with Max? He wasn't really her type. He was quiet. And kind of a loner.

He saw the world in a different way from most people. He said things that made Liz stop and think. Like when those scientists in Scotland cloned that sheep. A lot of people talked about who they would clone if they could -- scientists or athletes or movie stars. But Max was more interested in whether or not the soul could be cloned -- and if it couldn't, what that meant. Spending time with Max definitely wasn't boring.

Liz wiped a drop of milk off the counter. She moved the ketchup bottle up a fraction of an inch so it was exactly even with the mustard bottle. Then she stole another peek at Max.

No one could say the boy was homely, that was for sure. If there were a beefcake calendar of Ulysses F. Olsen High hotties, Max would be in it. Tall, blond, buff, with those blue, blue eyes...

Liz felt her face get hot. It was weird thinking of Max that way. Most of the time she forgot he was certifiably gorgeous. Max was just Max. She couldn't --

"I don't want the money tomorrow. I want it now!"

The angry voice interrupted Lizs thoughts. She jerked her head up and saw everyone in the cafe staring at the men in the booth by the door. The beefy man clenched and unclenched his fists as he glared at the muscular man.

I'd better go get Papa out of the office, she thought. Their argument looks like it's about to get ugly.

Liz turned toward the door marked Employees Only.

"He's got a gun!" Maria screeched.

Liz spun back toward the dining room. Her heart slammed against her ribs. No. Oh no. That's all she could think. Over and over.

The muscular man held a gun to the beefy man's head. "You won't need any money if you're dead," he said. His voice was calm. Calm and cold.


The muscular man cocked the gun.

Liz wanted to run, she wanted to scream for help, but she was paralyzed. Her mouth refused to open. Her legs refused to move.

The beefy man gave a howl of fury. He launched himself across the table at the muscular man.

An eardrum-shattering explosion rocked the room.

Liz flew off her feet. She hit the wall behind her, then slumped to the ground.

She felt something warm and wet gushing across her stomach, soaking into her uniform.

"There's so much blood," Liz heard Maria cry.

But she sounded so far away.

So far...

Max sprang up from his seat in the booth. Instantly Michael grabbed him by the arm and jerked him back into his seat.

"Let go of me," Max cried. "Liz could be dying. What are you doing?"

"No, what are you doing?" Michael tightened his grip on Max's arm. "Are you planning to heal her in the middle of a restaurant? Why not just send the government an invitation -- hi, I'm here, why don't you come on over and get me?"

Michael was right. Healing Liz would attract attention -- a lot of attention. But if he let Liz die when he knew he could save her...

That was just not an option.

"I'm willing to risk it," he told Michael.

"You're willing to risk it. But what about me? What about Isabel?" Michael demanded.

Max stared down at the table. He didn't answer. He couldn't answer. He would risk his own life for Liz. But how could he risk the lives of his sister and his best friend?

"If the government has proof that one of us exists, they'll know there are more. They won't stop searching until they find us -- all of us," Michael continued.

"I can't stop the bleeding!" Maria screamed from behind the counter.

Max's heart slammed against his ribs. Liz was dying! He bolted to his feet. "I'll think of something. I promise," he said in a rush.

Before Michael could stop him, Max raced to the counter and vaulted over it. Pain filled his heart as he stared down at Liz. He swallowed hard.

Maria held a thick towel over Liz's stomach. But nothing could stop the blood pouring from the gunshot wound.

Max heard Liz's father on the kitchen phone, giving the cafe's address to the ambulance. They're going to be too late, Max thought. He knew it. He could see it.

The halo of color surrounding Liz was usually a warm, rich amber that made Max wish he could wrap himself up in it. But now her aura had turned a dull, muddy brown. And it was growing darker by the second.

Darker and darker as her life force drained out of her.

Every person's aura was different, as unique as a fingerprint. But the only time anyone's aura turned black was at the moment of death.

Max pulled Maria out of the way, trying to ignore the tremors of fear racing through her body. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't have one second to spare.

He knelt beside Liz and placed his hands over her wound. In an instant his fingers were slick with blood.

I love her. The thought exploded in his mind. It was true. He'd been keeping it a secret, even from himself. Loving a human wasn't smart. It wasn't safe. But he couldn't help it. He loved Liz, and he would not let her die.

"Let me through!" he heard Liz's father yell from behind him. "Let me see her!"

Max didn't move. He didn't answer. He had to focus on Liz now. Liz was the only thing that mattered.

He closed his eyes and began drawing deep, even breaths. Trying to make the connection.

Think about Liz, he ordered himself. Anything about her.

The way her hair always smelled of jasmine. The way a dimple appeared in her left cheek when she smiled. The way she loved to tell stupid alien jokes. The way she listened with total concentration when he talked to her.

Ahhh. He almost had it. He almost had the connection. He just needed to get a little closer...

"The ambulance is almost here," Michael muttered behind him.

Max took another breath.

Images flashed into his mind, coming so fast, Max could hardly register one before the next appeared.

A stuffed dog with a chewed-off ear. A Mr. Wizard junior chemistry set. A blond little girl holding a baby bird. An onrushing car. Liz at about age five in a pink dress covered with cupcakes. A valentine. The high dive of a large swimming pool. Max's own face.

And he was in. Connected.

He could feel the blood gushing out of Liz's body as if it were his own. Feel her breath in his own lungs. Hear the sound of her heartbeat in his own ears.

First the bullet, Max told himself. He focused his attention on Liz's body. On their body.

Yes. There it was. He could sense the exact position of the bullet. Of the lead. Of the molecules of lead.

Then he nudged the molecules. That's the only way he could describe it. He nudged them, and they broke apart. The bullet dissolving into microscopic particles. Harmless now as they were swept away in Liz's bloodstream.

"The ambulance is pulling up out front," Max heard Michael say.

But he sounded far away. So far...

Max focused on Lizs somatic cells. The cells of her body. Of her stomach. Of her muscles and tendons. Of her skin.

And instead of nudging he squeezed. Squeezed with his mind. Urging the cells closer together. Healing.

Max felt hands on his shoulders, shaking him. "You've got to disconnect. Now, Max," Michael ordered. "The ambulance crew is coming through the door."

And he was out. Separate again. Alone again. A wave of coldness washed through him, and he shivered.

Max slowly raised his hands and stared down at Liz's stomach. Under the blood her skin was whole and perfect. He released a shaky sigh of relief.

Liz opened her eyes and stared at him. ""

"I'll explain everything later," Max whispered. "But now I need you to help me."

He grabbed a bottle of ketchup off the counter and smashed it against the floor. He dumped the contents over the blood on Liz's uniform.

"You broke the bottle when you fell," Max told her. "Okay, Liz? You broke the bottle when you fell, that's all."

A man and woman dressed in white jumpsuits hurried behind the counter. "Everyone move aside and give us some room," the woman paramedic instructed.

Max backed away. Did Liz even understand what he'd asked her to do?

Liz struggled to sit up. "I'm okay," she said. Her voice sounded hoarse. "When I heard the gunshot, I jumped. Then I fell. I...I broke this ketchup bottle and spilled ketchup all over myself."

She held up the broken bottle so everyone could see it.

Then Liz looked straight at Max, her dark brown eyes melting with emotion. He felt his breath catch in his chest.

"I'm okay," she repeated.

Copyright © 1998 by Pocket Books, a division of Simon and Schuster Inc.

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PatriciaJL More than 1 year ago
Being a 90's child I fell in love with the Roswell tv show. Having watched the entire series numerous times it was really hard to not imagine the same actors/actress as these characters - this was actually very easy as there are not many differences between the show and the books. The "Roswell action" starts right away - Liz is shot by a man in her family's restaurant and Max saves her life. Liz finds herself in a whole different type of world. While the Sheriff has way to many questions for her and what really happened, Liz can't help but feel drawn to Max. She is seeing him in a whole new light.... he is an alien and so are Isabel and Michael. With her best friends, it is now Liz's turn to help save Max's life and their possible future together. This was a very fast paced book. The writing is not complicated but yet is enjoyable. Melinda Metz's writing style is simple and provides many different points of views from all the major characters. While this series is not 'earth-shattering', I loved the first book and can not wait to start the second.
bcarak More than 1 year ago
Love this book and the entire series. I of course fell in love with the TV show and had to find everything Roswell. Highly recommend.
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Jasmine Ali More than 1 year ago
the best book i have ever eead in my entire life. it has drama, a little comedy, friendship, trust, and especially romance. great plot and great series. i recommend this book to all that is curious about it and is willing to read it. ENJOY!!!! :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The ebook is riddled with glaringly obvious and consistent grammar / spelling mistakes that it took away attention towards the story which was good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It's the best book to read if your a big roswell fan plus, it's got great details and 411 that u just need to know as a roswell fan, now i am a diehard roswell fan and am very proud to say so. Plus, Max is described to b very hot!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book! It was quite possibly the most enjoyable thing I have ever read. The imagery was incredable and the story was fantastic. This is one that I highly recommend.
twelve_gauge More than 1 year ago
Found this series at my library and have been hooked ever since.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
118 pages and a ridiculous number of typos. I paid way too much for what I got.
Tiaaa_M More than 1 year ago
This is a really great book as far as I can see. I've only read up to page 17, but I just can't stop reading!
The_hibernators More than 1 year ago
This book was cute if you like children's/young adult literature, especially if you liked the TV series that was based off the books. This first book in the series is very similar to the first few episodes of the TV series, though I think the two series will diverge from here. This book is most appropriate for young teenaged girls because it is heavy on the romance and light on the science fiction. I read the Nookbook version, which was riddled with horrible typos. It looked like it was transcribed from a hand-written document by someone who doesn't understand English. My guess is that all ebook versions are like this, but I don't know.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was a huge fan of the show when it first came out. It took me years to come across the books at the library and read the entire series in 2 weeks (I had to work) and I want to read it again. I now own a nook and I'm looking to download the entire book series so that I will always have it. Everyone should know that this is not like the show and that the characters and plot are different. Evjoy everyone!
Guest More than 1 year ago
AT first I didn't really like the series or the book. But my friend just kept bothering me about it and she kept on saying it was a good book. Well I got annyoed and when I went to the library I saw the first Roswell book and to satisfy my friend I read it and to admit it was really good. I really want Liz and MAx (who look really cute) to end up together.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book because the author showed descriptive information about the characters and setting. As soon as you start reading it you get caught up in the story and before you know it, you're done. I really liked this book and also have the rest of the series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
The_Hibernator on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was cute if you like children¿s/young adult literature, especially if you liked the TV series that was based off the books. This first book in the series is very similar to the first few episodes of the TV series, though I think the two series will diverge from here. This book is most appropriate for young teenaged girls because it is heavy on the romance and light on the science fiction. I read the Nookbook version, which was riddled with horrible typos. It looked like it was transcribed from a hand-written document by someone who doesn¿t understand English. My guess is that all ebook versions are like this, but I don¿t know.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hey first of all id like to say tht Roswell is amazing its the best and i love it also if u like the book like me u should also just watch the show i like them both the show and the book. So i do really recommmand this book. And i also want to say anyone can please add me.?
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