Hi guys! I have been working on this Fanfic for quite some time yet and I thought I would post the first chapter now to see if there's any interest in it.

Max-Freshman-14

Fang-Freshman-14

Disclaimer : I, in no way own MR even though I wish I did.

Max POV

Class droned on and on as told us all about the Mayan Ruins. Ah the joys. Please note my sarcasm.

In case you don't know who I am, my name is Max short for Maximum. Call me anything other than Max and I will personally hunt you down and murder you in a slow and painful way. I'm 5'7" with brown eyes and dark brown hair with some natural blond highlights.

Anyway, this was the last period of the day for me.

"This project is due next Monday and I have already assigned you your partners," rambled on. Is it just me or the thought of teachers assigning partners totally cliche?

"Joan and Tony…..Max and Fang…." he rambled on. WAIT! WHAT?! He's kidding right? He just put me with Nicholas "Fang" Ride!

We've been rivals since kindergarten, you see. What's so aggravating is that everyone at school finds him "dark and mysterious", not the emo egotistical person he is.

How can someone be emo and egotistical at the same time? Well, for one, he wears nothing, but black and never actually talks to anyone unless he's annoying me in which he is HIGHLY egotistical.

He's 5'9", olive skin tone, shaggy black hair, and obsidian black eyes. Why he wears black? i don't know.

I wear all black for a reason and I'm quieter than usual for a reason unless you try to disrespect/hit on me in which you'll end up with a few broken bones.

I actually talked a lot before the…..event. But oh well.

Ah. Here he comes now in all his glory. "So when can you do this?" he asked.

"Anytime," I replied.

"How about Friday?"

"So tomorrow?" I replied raising an eyebrow, not impressed.

"Yeah is it's okay you," he answered smirking for a reason only he knows why.

"Fine and send me the details. Oh and let's try to cooperate for this project."

Without waiting for him to answer, I got up and walked to my locker. Ugh, I hurriedly got my stuff so I wouldn't have to see Ride (he has the locker next to me).

As I walked toward the doors that lead to freedom, my friend Joan caught up to me.

"So you get to do a project with your beloved Fang," she said clasping her hands together.

"I don't like him," I said simply. "What about you and Tony?" I continued, grinning evilly.

"Nope, don't even try that. So when are you guys going to work on it?"

"Friday." I do NOT look forward to it. My friends or so called anyway enjoyed making up completely ridiculous assumptions such as me liking a certain emo dark haired boy.

It was based completely off of us arguing…. a lot and the whole he have the same last name pronounced the same, but spelled differently. We walked to my sleek black car.

I hope tomorrow never comes. Sadly, it did….