YO! It's Tori, and I'm here, creating this amazing story. So let's roll it through. No, I JK, ok, so this is my very first OFFICIAL story, and I can't wait for people to read and review. OK, please enjoy!!! 3 : )

Max P.O.V

Skating down the hill, I made my way into the school yard.

Voices quieted when I flipped over a park bench with my skateboard.

I was the new girl at this school, and they were already jealous.

No, I'm just kidding, I'm not like that. I may be blonde, but I have the heart of a brunette.

A skater.

"That was soooo cool!" Said and African American girl, running up next to me. I flipped up my board into my hands, slightly leaning on it. "Thanks. I'm Max," I said, holding out her hand, waiting for her to shake it. She took my gloved hand and gently shook it.

"Ooh, I love your clothes! Especially that glove! Is it leather? I love leather! Except when it's in pant form, it gets all sweaty and itchy, has that ever happened to you? I had it happen before it was soooo embarrassing, but worth it cause I got a boyfriend because of it, and may I say-"

I stopped her mid sentence.

"Wow, you sound interesting, but I have to get to class, wanna hang at lunch?"

She nodded, running off up the cement stairs and slowing as she reached the front doors. I almost laughed at how giddy she was, which was cute. I jammed my skateboard into my book bag as I skipped up the stairs, while grabbing my printed schedule out of my book bag.

Locker 32, 32.

I repeated over and over in my head as I went around the hallways, looking for my locker.

"35,34,33,32! Yes!" I put in my combination, this school has digital things, that even high security can't break into. It's a very rich school. My family is probably the richest. I'm not even sure how my mom gets paid so much for just being an FBI detective.

It makes no sense.

I heard a loud scream come from behind me, which had me whipping around, clenching my fists and loosening my wings just the slightest bit. More on that later. Some red head came running down the hall, her mascara running from all the tears she was producing.

I looked into the direction from where she came from.

An emo looking kid with black hair, green eyes from what I could see, but I could be wrong, and a green shirt and jean attire. Either emo, gothic, or skater, like me. He had an angered look on his face as he stared after the prep.

I nearly laughed.

Oh wait, I did.

The dude shifted his eyes over to me, looking me up and down, probably trying to figure out who I was.

I shook my head, spun on my heel, and exited through the suddenly quiet halls.

"Max!" A familiar voice yelled. I stopped mid-step and turned to see that girl, she never told me her name, standing behind me, a shocked expression painted onto her face. "What?" I asked casually, pretending not to know what was going on.

"Did you see that, Byron totally checked you out! He must like you! And I bet it's not vice-versa since the way you acted around him! I mean he's the hottest guy in the school! How could you NOT flirt with him?" She asked, all in one breath.

I sighed, taking both her shoulders in my palms.

"Look, dude, I don't date players, especially ugly ones like, Byron? You said his name was?"

She nodded.

"Oh, and my name is Wynter, but call me Nudge, that's nickname. And he's not a player, he's only ever dated Lissa, the girl you saw running down the hall. And you two are totally perfect for each other. He's a rocker/skater, and you are too! I think. I don't know much about you yet considering the fact that we just met, and well you don't know much about him either, or me for that fact. And how can you judge people sooooo quickly? You barely knew the guy and you already called him a pl-" "Dude, I know. And, I just know these things. And what I meant was… Well that's exactly what I meant. Well, anyway, I'll talk to you later. Peace," I said, giver her two fingers up.

I stepped away for only a second before I ran into something hard.

"Ow! Watch it, asshole!" I said, before actually turning around.

It was that kid, Byron.

"Hey, I was here, you turned around," He said, with his hands up in defense.

I hope he didn't notice anything.

Like I said before, I have wings.

"Do you mind?" I asked, stepping around him, but I was barely a foot away before he grabbed my arm.

"Back off, dude," I said, yanking my arm back to my own body.

The already quiet hallways, filled with whispers.

"You got a problem or something?" I asked angrily, ready to break this guys' nose if I'd have to.

"Look, I just want to talk. I saw you laughing earlier, about what happened, and I thought…" He stopped when he saw me glaring at him.

"If your trying to flirt with me," I said. "Then you got another thing coming. Leave me alone."

(FYI, Byron is not Fang, Byron has different features. Green eyes, pale skin, lean body, no muscles. Everyone just considers him hot)

I elbowed him in the gut, giving myself enough time to race down the hall and into chemistry, my first class, while he stood there, breathing like that Armstrong person after a race.

Ok, so that's the first chapter, I hope you liked it. Please review!! And be VERY happy this chapter wasn't a cliffy!

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