Chapter 1

Max POV

"Hey, Max!" Sam yelled, running up behind me. I turned to see what the h this guy wanted.

"Want to go to the school dance?" He asked. Okay ... not expecting that.

Let me explain a few things to you: We were going to school (no, not THE SCHOOL but school). Why? Because I'm a sucker for Bambi eyes and Nudge knows that? Comprende'? Okay. Now, this was NOT the same Sam from Virginia. It is just a strange similarity ... Or is it? No, it's not. We're actually in Florida right now (AAHHH! Warm weather!). Got that? Okay, then. On with the story.

"The school dance?" What in the name of fifty-two types of cement is clubbing? (AN: Just so you know: I know what a school dace is, but I don't think Max would because she probably wouldn't care about it, what do you think?)

"Yeah." Sam said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What's that?" I asked before I could fully think that question through. Sam looked at me like I was crazy, but kept trying to get me to go.

"You'll like it, trust me." He insisted.

"Okay?" I said uncertainly.

"Great, I'll pick you up at six." And just like that, he walked off.

Now I was standing infront of a full length mirror wondering why I had agreed to something that I didn't know about. When I had told the Flock about me going to the school dance. Gazzy's and Iggy's and Total's eyes had widen to the size of the freaking sun. Angel and Nudge had immediately went to the mall to find me something to wear. Fang had just sat there, staring at me.

When Nudge and Angel returned from the mall, the blind folded me and shoved me into this dress it was red and had silver jewels all around the waist and on the straps. They had put my blonde, curly hair into a pony tail with one curl hang down beside my face and pinned back with a red-jeweled bobby pin. Then they put some glob on me that they called makeup. I call it another-way-to-torture-Max-device.I was going to kill those girls. But I was still debating whether to do it before, during, or after the dance.

I looked at the clock. It was six thirty, then the doorbell rang. I opened the door, Sam was waiting there.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, just a minute." I lifted the skirt of my dress a little and slipped on the silver ballet flats that Nudge had forced me to wear since I flat out refused to wear the heels. As I was putting them on I had a strange feeling that someone was watching me, but I brushed it away and let Sam lead me to his car.