Hey guys! This is my very first fanfic so I'm pretty darn nervous! Anyways, I hope that you really like it!!
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Fang's POV
Basketball practice was great today. I scored a lot of points. Not even our best defensive players, Iggy and Gazzy, ( Gazzy's real name is Zephyr, but we call him the Gasman or Gazzy for short. I'm sure you're smart enough to figure it out.) could stop me. Okay, I guess it's about time that I explain My name is Fang Ride. I'm 27 and the best player in the NBA. And, no, I am NOT bragging. Everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) calls me that. Frankly, it can really annoying at some points. I'm currently playing for the Philadelphia 76ers. Plus, my best friends Iggy and The Gasman are on the team too. Those two are major pyromaniacs. What can I say. It just seems to run in both of their bloodlines.
Right now, I was on my way home from the basketball court. As I'm walking past the old alley, I hear screaming. "Help! Somebody help me!" I quickly spun on my heel and raced into the alleyway. I may be tall and slim, which is perfect for basketball, but I am an awesome street fighter. As I raced towards the screaming, I saw a girl about my age with dirty blonde hair, pushed up against a wall. She had a black eye and a couple of bruises forming on her face. It was obvious that she had been putting up a fight. The man who had pushed her up against the wall in the first place, had a broken nose and was trying to stop the bleeding while swearing. I threw myself at the man, pulling him off of the women, and started pounding him with my fists. Then I kneed him in the place where the-sun-don't-shine. He fell over gasping and I kicked him the stomach one last time for good measure. As he lay there holding his stomach, I felt kind of bad for him. Then I remembered what he had been trying to do to that girl and all the pity I felt for this loser disappeared.
I turned around to face the girl. Her face was in awe as she starred at me. "Um, are you alright?" I asked uncertainly. She immediately blushed as she realized that her mouth was wide open. She closed her mouth and took a moment to compose herself. As I waited for her response, I swiftly looked her over. She seemed fine. The worst damage done was her black eye. Then I realized that she was standing there with only a blue bra on. I blushed and tossed her my sweatshirt seeing as her shirt was lying in the dirt torn to pieces. "Here," I said. "You need it more than I do." She caught it and quickly slipped it on, and I thought to myself, 'Damn she's hot! Even covered in bruises and blood.' Whoa, where did that come from! Oh well, it's true. "Thanks." she said, her voice rasping. She cleared her throat and stuck out her hand. "I'm Max. Maximum Ride. Nice to meet you." Max. The name suited her, seeing as she was pretty tough. I mean she broke that dude's noise, and pretty badly might I add. I don't think it'll ever be the same again after what she did to it. "Nice to meet you Max. I'm-" "Oh I know who you are. You're Fang Ride. I'm sort of like your biggest fan. It's nice to meet you." Her hand was soft in my callused one. "Man, I sure am lucky that you came along. Normally, I can take these sort of bastards, but I just wasn't paying attention." she said while looking at the man with disgust written all over her face. "Oh well I'm glad that I could help." "So am I." Then I realized that I've seen her somewhere before. Oh right! She was one of those girls that hangs out with Angel all the time. Angel is 22 and the Gazzer's little sister. She had curly blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes, just like her older brother. She was practically family.
"Hey, you're one of the girls who hangs out with Angel, right?" "Yeah, that's me." "Who are the other two?" I asked Max. "Oh, the Hispanic one is my younger half-sister, Ella, and the African American one is Monique, but everyone just calls her Nudge. Ella is 25 and Nudge is 24. Angel and them two are my best friends." "Cool. Well don't tell anyone this, but Iggy is like in love with Ella and Gazzy really likes Nudge." "Seriously!" she exclaimed. She seemed amazed and ecstatic. "Iggy Daniels and Zephyr Johnson like two of my best-friends!" "Yup." OMG! Whoa Nudge moment." "What do you mean?" I asked her, feeling confused. "Well you see Nudge really likes to talk so we call her the Nudge Channel. All Nudge, all the time." "Oh, I get it."
Me and Max talked for awhile after that and then I announced that it was time for me to go. We said goodbye to each other, and when I got home I realized that Max and I had been talking for two hours straight. Man, I never talk that long to someone I've just met, let alone a girl. Weird. I was so tired hat I just skipped dinner and went upstairs to my room. I turned on my IPod dock and turned up the music. The song 'Welcome to the World' by Kevin Rudolf was blasting through the speakers. It's my all time favorite song. That night I fell asleep happy, and for some reason, all of my dreams were filled with Max. Eh, who cares. I'll dwell on that fact later. Plus I liked her and I sorta missed her. I then remembered that she still had my sweatshirt. Maybe if I saw her again tomorrow, I'll ask her if I can have it back. And with that final thought I drifted off to dreamland.
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Max's POV
Jeez, I have to be in shock. I mean I cannot have just met the best player in the NBA. But I did, and he's so nice and funny and hot and handsome and-Whoa! Bad Max! I just met him today! I shouldn't be thinking those sort of things about him! I mean sure I had had crush on him since like forever. I mean now that I know him a little better I just like him even more. I mean he so cut with his black hair swept to the side and his dark brown eyes are so deep and he's funny and I absolutely love his laugh and he's so handsome and- UGH! I'm doing it again. Jesus there must be something wrong with me. 'I know! I'm going into shock from what happened earlier and the only way for me to get over it is for me to think about Fang.' Pleased with my explanation as to why I couldn't stop thinking about Fang I started to go over what had happened before Fang had gotten there. I shivered because I realized that that had been an extremely close call today.
Flashback
I was walking home when an extremely drunk dude strutted up to me. "Hey, baby. Wanna come with me?" His words were slurred together and he reeked of alcohol. "No thank you," I said feeling slightly uncomfortable "Come on! We'll have some together. We'll hang out over here and then head over to my apartment." "I said no." I told him coldly while trying to squirm out of his grip. "And I said come on!" He said yanking on my arm rather roughly. Ow! Why do drunk people have to be so strong! He dragged me over to the empty alley and pressed me up against a wall. Then he started to trail wet kisses down my neck. At the same time he took my shirt off of me. Then he started to try and get his hands under my bra. 'Okay' I thought to myself. 'That's the last straw' I kneed him in the stomach and he slapped me. I felt my anger rise and I let my body go with flow. I grabbed his head with one hand and slammed my fist straight into his nose. I heard a sickening crack and blood quickly started pouring from his face. He started to punch me and then he decided that his nose was probably more important. I then started screaming at the top of my lungs. "Help! Somebody help me!"
End of Flashback
That's when Fang had showed up. And holy crap was I surprised. When he started fighting I was amazed by how smoothly his attacks flowed. After that, I practically fainted out of embarrassment when I realized that he had seen me standing there in nothing but a bra! But, then I saw something in his eyes. It was just a flicker and I don't think he was aware that he had felt when he saw me, but I saw lust in his eyes. I mentally smirked when I saw that because that meant that Fang Ride even thought that I had a great body. I mean I used to seeing that look from regular men (this happens to me at least once every 2 months by men who can't control their cravings towards my body. I was sort of expecting it to happen this month. I just didn't know when it would occur.) but I never thought that Fang Ride would like my body. I mean he must meet the most beautiful women all the time.
Anyways after that totally humiliating scene we chatted for some time and now here I am, lying on my bed thinking about just how sexy Fang was. He hasn't really changed since the ninth grade, but he's more outgoing than he used to be. But it would seem that he doesn't really remember me. He only recognizes me because I'm at every single one of his games and I always sit with Angel, Gazzy Johnson's little sister. And I cannot believe that he actually trusts me enough to tell me that two of his best friends have crushes on two of my best friends.
I hope that he plans on seeing me again. I mean I am wearing one of his sweatshirts. Man, it smells so good. Like the woods with just a hint of lavender and lilac. I'm wearing it right now. it's way too big on me but it's so warm and comfortable. If I wear it to bed tonight I probably won't have any need for a blanket. Speaking of a bed, I feel like I could just pass out of exhaustion.
I got out of bed and grabbed some pajamas. Then I walked into the bathroom and got changed. I brushed my teeth and put my hair into a ponytail and got back into the bed, still wearing Fang's sweatshirt. I closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep, my dreams filed with a certain hot basketball player.
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Okay so how was it? Did ya like it? Hate it? Oh, and I guess you guys are wondering what Max meant about ninth grade. Well that will be answered in the 3rd chapter so please bear with me. And the 2nd chapter should be up soon. Oh yeah, and don't forget to review! Reviews make the world go round! See ya!!
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