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Max's POV

"Max, it'll be fine," my mom assured me.

"Yeah," I muttered, leaning my head against the car window, "That's what you always say."

We were in the car, driving through Washington state, on our way to register me into High School.

"Max." She sighed. "I swear, this is the real deal, honey. I promise."

I glanced over at her, "So, what you're saying here, is that, every other time we've moved and you've promised me that we'd stay there - that all those time's it wasn't the real deal?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "What makes this time so different from all the others?"

"Maximum!" She said, her voice getting thick. "This isn't up for discussion," she says, any trace of kindness gone from her words. "You should understand completely why this is different. Now, you're going to listen to me weither or not you like it. Understood?"

"Whatever," I mumbled, turning on my ipod to full blast.

The roads were slick with rain, and the skies a washed out blue. It was maybe about 30 degrees outside and I was totally pissed off. We entered the school parking lot, and mom parked the car.

As we got out, I noticed other students that were walking into the school to start class stealing glances at me. That set me in discomfort.

Mom held the door to the school open for me, and I ducked under to go inside to take in the warmth of the school that was heating inside. Once we came into the office, mom and a lady at the front desk were disussing my attending the school, while I on the other hand was left to sit in a chair in the principles office.

I hadn't even done anything bad and I was already in the principles office - go figure.

I sighed and pulled out my phone. No messages it said. Dammit. I was too bored to even explain.

A second later, the door opened, and a boy about my age, maybe a little older, walked in, his face set and a red mark starting to swell on the side of his jaw. His teeth were clentched as he took a seat next to me and stared straight out the wall. I rolled my eyes and went back to playing with my phone.

"So," he said, still not making eye contact with me, "What're you here for?"

I ignored his jab and went back to playing with my phone.

I could feel his body turn to look at me. I peeked up from my phone for a second to look at him - ooooh, bad choice. He looked a little ticked off. I sighed and put my phone away. "My mom's signing me up for school."

He nodded and then turned back away from me.

"How about you?" I asked.

He looked back over at me. He had dark brown hair and eyes that you could get lost in that they were so deep. His skin was a light olive color and I have to say, he was hot. "Got in a fight," he muttered.

I nodded back to him.

We both said nothing for a few moments. Then he broke the silence, "So, you're attending my school . . ."

"Yes, I think I've already made that clear," I stated.

He sighed, "I'm Fang." He reached out to shake my hand.

I stared at it for few seconds and raised my eyebrows at him. Slowly, he dropped his hand. "I'm Max and I don't shake hands."

He stayed quiet for a few seconds,"Uhmm, since you're new, if you want, you could hang out with me and the rest of my gang . . ."

I made my face as stubborn as possible then turned to look over at him, "Thanks," I said, as I got up to leave. My hand was right on the doorknob as I was about to leave before I added, "But, I don't play well with others." I gave him an evil smile then left to go find my mom.

Fang's POV

Max, was a little on the intimidating side. She had huge dark brown eyes with long lashes. Her lips full and a few freckles were scattered over her clear face. And her hair was long and curly, and a golden blonde.

I have to admit, she had my heart working on over time once she left.

"Thanks," she'd said, "But, I don't play well with others."

Jeez, she had additude.

My jaw was still aching. Damn, I was gonna have to get Josh back for hitting me.

Why the hell hadn't I asked her for her number before she left? Dammit.

Well, the answer to that was, for the first time in my whole life, I didn't know what to say.

I know, crazy, huh?

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