I just wanted to start off saying that it has been many years since i read the Maximum ride series so if some of the information isn't spot on, don't judge me too harshly, the story doesn't really follow the books anyway, i mean they don't have wings and all that stuff they're just themselves all at one boring high school boarding school. Okay well hope that didn't turn you off the story. The next chapters will get better, I promise!

The Bell rang loudly and jumped up, practically running over my teacher on the way out. "Mr. Walker, a word." I heard Mr. Santen say from behind me. I took in a deep breath, trying to keep in my groan. It was a Friday; the last thing that I wanted to do was talk to my economics teacher.

I turned and walked over to his desk, "Yea?" I asked letting some of my annoyance show.

He shuffled some papers around on his desk, and then looked up at me once all the people left. "Sleeping in class will not help you pass this class, Mr. Walker." He said sternly. Really, this again? I opened my mouth to argue with him again, but decided not to waste more time.

"I understand. It won't happen again." I said through gritted teeth and turned to leave. "Wait, Mr. Walker." I turned slowly back to face him. "The principal wanted to let me know that you're getting a roommate. If there's any problems go see him in his office." I stood there awkwardly, taking it all in.

"That's all, Mr. Walker." He said dismissively.

I walked out of the room and strode back fast to the dorm rooms. I wasn't exactly a people person, everyone knew that. I specifically asked for a room by myself, I even made up some story about mood swings and violent tendencies so they wouldn't be tempted to pair me up.

I froze some girl stood by door looking at a piece of paper confused, then stuffed it in her back pocket and began looking through her huge bag.

She was pretty. Long, brown wavy hair that fell to the middle of her back. Slender and tall. Black combat boots, dark wash jeans, red shirt and black leather jacket. Decent taste I guess.

"Sorry, can I help you?" I asked her. Her head snapped up, "Uh, no. Just trying to find my key."

In front of my door? "Um, alright." I said slipping by her and unlocking my dorm room.

"Wait, is this your dorm room?" She asked. No, shit.

"I was assigned to this dorm though…" she continued stepping in behind me.

I froze, so she was my new roommate? "There must be some mistake." I said quickly holding my hand out, "Let me see that paper."

I smoothed out the paper and looked over every detail. I gave it back to her, "Well I guess you can move your stuff in, and we'll figure everything out."

"Oh, I already have everything." She said patting her bag. I glanced down at it. The bag wasn't small, but it really wasn't that big either, especially for a girl.

I tossed my bag on the bed, "Make yourself at home." I picked up an envelope addressed to me that was lying on the desk.

I know this is short notice, but you are receiving a roommate. I remember your request for living alone, but we are short on room, because of the small fire a month ago. I laughed to myself, small fire, yeah right. Some pranksters decided to build and set off a bomb in one of the dorm bathrooms. It was supposed to be a small stink bomb in the vent system but something went wrong, obviously, knocking out practically the whole dorm hall. Well, anyway, extra bedding is being sent to your room. Another bed, however, won't being arriving for a couple of weeks or so. I'm sure you and your new roommate, Max, can figure something out in the meantime. Whoa, wait, "Your name is Max?" I asked turning around. "Uh, yeah. Maximum Ride. I'm guessing that's why I was paired with you. But don't worry; they said it's temporary so hopefully I should be out of your space soon." She said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm Fang, by the way." Her eyes widened, "Fang? Hmm I like it."

I shrugged and handed her the letter. She read it quickly and glanced back up at me, "You don't talk much do you?" She asked.

"I mostly like to keep to myself." I replied.

"Is that why you requested to be roomed by yourself?" She said with almost a laugh. I smiled back at her, "Yeah, I made up some story about having violent mood swings." I said getting up to sit next to her on the bed and taking the letter back. She laughed at that. She had a nice laugh, easy. "I did the same thing at the last school I went to."

"So I guess you can set your stuff up anywhere, I'll go check the office to see if the bedding arrived. I'll move some things around so that there's room for me to sleep on the floor." I said standing up.

"Excuse me?" She asked annoyed, "I know I'm a girl, but come on, I'm not fragile."

I groaned, "I didn't think you were fragile, I was just thinking you were going to take over the bed eventually anyway." I said matching her tone.

"Seriously?"

And just like that a pleasant conversation turned into a fight.

"What?!"

"You're so sexist!"

"I'm not being sexist! I'm trying to make you comfortable."

"Oh, and I'm such a diva that I can't sleep on the floor?"

"You know what? You can sleep on the floor, it's all yours." I said slamming the door as I left the room.

This is why I didn't want a roommate, especially a stubborn female. I hadn't even known my Max for 20 minutes and I was already looking forward to the day that she leaves.