MPOV

As I walked into Spanish class, I caught sight of Fang with none other than the Red-haired Wonder. I sighed, inaudibly (ooh! Big words!) and sat at my desk. Billy Greene turned around in his seat to face me. His pimpled face was practically oozing with puss (Don't read that after eating!). His greasy hair hung loosely in front of his eyes in a warped version of Fang's, who had become quite the popular one while we were here.

"Hey," breathe heavily, "Max. Do you want to," breathe deeply and contemplate blowing snot nose, "hang out sometime?"

Tell me, dear reader, what would you do in this situation? Lie? Kill his buzz? Kill him?

Well, as much as I would've preferred that last one, I lied instead. Well, not full-out lie. It was sort of true. "Sorry, Billy. I have a boyfriend," I said. And I did – only when Lissa was over, though.

"Really?" he asked, his nasal voice skyrocketing so that dogs could hear it in Mississippi. "Who?" Always the skeptical one, aren't we Billy?

"Sam. He's very protective," I said and then noticed him coming in at that moment. I got up and raced over to him, making sure to let Fang see.

"Hey Sam," I said, smiling. He smiled, too, leaning in a bit. I was taking the hint and leaned in, too. We were about to kiss! So close…

"Ms. Ride! Sam! (AN: what's Sam's last name? I can never remember.)" Senora Gomez – the Spanish teacher said. "Please sit. We are about to beginclass." I saw Lissa sneak out. She didn't even have this class? The whore! Just coming in here to stick her tongue down Fang's throat.

I couldn't help the murderous thoughts that came to me as I thought about her.

Well, as long as Fang's happy, I thought, looking at her with sad eyes. He was spaced out, too, drawing absently on his notebook. I sighed and looked at my desk.

"Nick! Máximo le pregunta cómo you' el re hacer. ¿Qué usted dice?" Sra. Gomez asked and Fang randomly stiffened.

"Uh…No habla Espanol?" he said, but it came out like a question. Sra. G just shook her head.

"¿Cuándo usted escuchará en clase? I' m sure máximo escucha. ¿La derecha, Máxima?" Sra. G asked me. I huffed.

"Sí, Senora Gomez," I said, trying to be calm. I shot Fang a look that said 'Say-how-you're-doing!' He nodded and how he knew what that look said, I would never know.

"Senora Gomez. Muy bien." A little late, Fang, I thought as I slumped in my chair and put my head in my hands. Senora Gomez did the same.

"Muy bien, Nick. Ahora satisfaga pagan el attetion en clase," she said, moving on to the next person to torture.

I started drawing on my notebook when a note landed on my desk. I looked around and it was from Billy. He waggled his eyebrow (he has a unibrow. G-ross!) at me and then turned back around. I opened the note.

It said:

Hey Max. You should dump Sam. We make a better couple, don't you think?

I almost laughed. This guy was really that desperate. Or did he really like me?

I looked at Fang who was coincidently staring back. Like staring. Stalker staring. Creepy, Fang.

I wrote on the note (How pathetic was what I wrote in case you stalkers are wondering) and then passed it to Fang. I saw him open it and he smiled a little, half-forced smile. He looked at me and rolled his eyes and then wrote on the note.

When I got it back, I read it.

Haha. Do you want to get some pizza with me at lunch and ditch eighth period?

I looked back and nodded, smiling. He nodded too. And then the bell rang.

Next chapter is Fang's POV. He might be a little OOC. And yes, this takes place at Anne's. Hope you like and I'll be nice. You don't have to review five times to get the next chapter. 3!!!

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