Hey Guys. This is my first fanfic so please be nice. Hope you enjoy it. Read on.

Summary: Maximum Ride is the badass of Arizona, along with her best friend Iggy. They are both into street fighting and are not afraid to take hits and throw a couple. When a new bad-boy Fang arrives in town, will he and Max have sparks, or will Max push him away like she does most boys. Will he overpower her badass reputation? Will he settle for just being 'friends'?

"Hey I just meet you, and this is crazy. But here's my number, so call me maybe..."I slammed the button down on my alarm clock. Urgh I am so gonna get back at Iggy for changing my alarm clock. I got up, showered and dressed in my favourite ripped, pale blue skinny jeans, a purple top with skulls and my leather jacket. I walked downstairs and stopped dead.

There on the kitchen bench, was a stack of chocolate-chip pancakes, still warm, with a note next to them. I shoved a whole pancake in my mouth and opened the note.

Max,

I left you some pancakes, as you probably already know and I am guessing you are inhaling quickly (Hell Yeah!). I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you this morning but there was an emergency at the vet.

The Griffiths and the new neighbours will be joining us for dinner tonight so please don't come home covered in blood. (Yeah my mum really did write that.) Ari will also be coming. He has some news to tell you so try not to come back to late either.

Have a good day sweetheart,

Love you

Mum xxx

Yes! Ari is coming tonight! Ari is my older brother by 4 years but unlike most brothers and sisters, we get along very well. Ari has never been over-protective, knowing I needed my space, and he is always there when I need him.

I guess I should explain some of the stuff in that letter but first I am gonna introduce my self. My name is Maximum Ride and I am 17 years old. I live in a small house in Arizona with my mum, Dr. Martinez, and sometimes my brother, Ari. My father, Jeb Batchelder, died in a car crash 4 years ago. We had been on our way home when a drunk truck driver and crossed our path on my side. Right before he hit us, my dad turned the car, so that it hit him with full force, killing him instantly. I was knocked unconscious and trapped in the car. Paramedics arrived 30 minutes later and I was put into intensive car.

After the crash and the funeral, I built walls around myself. I didn't let anyone comfort me and I didn't show any emotion. I started being 'badass'. I quit on school, bought my bike and broke every rule I could. I started fights on the street, getting people riled up enough that they would hit me and a fight would commence. Everyone at school knows not to get in my way and they're all scared off me. Except my friends of course. Yes I do have friends.

Anyways, that's what my mum meant by me not coming home covered in blood. Ever since my first street fight, when I came home covered in blood and bruises, my mum has been cleaning my cuts and fixing my bones for me. She had accepted that street fighting was a part of me and she wasn't going to stop me.

Another thing from the letter that you probably wouldn't understand, is the Griffiths. The Griffiths consisted of my best friend and pyro_, Iggy, his little brother and partner in crime, The Gasman (or Gazzy), their little sister, Angel (who is much ore devious than she looks), their motormouth adopted, African-American sister Nudge and their parents, Alice and Nathan. Yeah one big, happy family. I've known them for most of my life, they are a second family to me. They are also the only people who really know what is going on wiht me and about street fighting. People at school assume, cause of my scars and bruises but only the Griffiths know.

I wonder who these new neighbours my mum wrote about are. Oh well no time to ponder thoughts I have to get to school. I left the house and headed to the garage to get my motorbike. I mounted and sped of to school, going way over the speed limit but I don't care. I never do.

I arrived at school with 10 minutes to spare, a new record for me. I started walking to where Iggy and Nudge were waiting for me, when Lissa, the school slut, stepped in front of me. "Hey Maxie. Long time no see. Gotten any bitchier since I last saw you?" She sneered. I snorted. "Nope but I can see you have." With that, I walked around Lissa and headed of to homeroom, leaving her to think of a comeback. Nudge smiled at me and Iggy smirked. As Nudge opened her mouth to speak, the bell rang signaling homeroom time. I gave a relieved sigh and walked with Iggy to our homeroom. We sat down in our normal seats at the back, waiting for the teacher. When a teacher did arrive, we could tell she was new. Oh boy here we go again. Just as Ms Weathers, as she called herself, started to take the role, the door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it, and there stood one of the hottest boys I have ever seen.

Hahaha Fang has arrived. Don't you just hate me for stopping there. Please leave a review and if you have any ideas don't be afraid to PM or leave them in a review. Thanks and hope you enjoyed it.

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