Hello peepz, this just popped into my head so yea, be jellin!!! Lol jk anyways-

DISCLAIMER: me no owny MR or anything else (except for this plotline)!! It all goes 2 James Patterson

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MPOV

Left, right, hook, uppercut.

Left, right, hook, uppercut, knee.

Left, right, hook, uppercut, knee, and palm.

Repeat.

The same chant rang out in my mind, repeatedly, as I executed the said blows on BOB (Body Opponent Bag, is what the company said it stood for) with scary precision. I felt a few stares follow my movements as I began to increase my already quick pace. Somewhere to my left, I heard voices whispering quite soundly about me. How did I know it was about me? Maybe it was that obnoxiously loud voice that whispered "Dude, that chick can punch. Plus, she's hot." Or maybe it was the other sexist pig that whispered in reply, "Yeah, look at her ass, dude, it's totally firm. I'd like to tap that."

That, my dear friends, is what knocked me off the edge. I came to the gym to relax and relieve some anger and stress and then I find some pigs checking me out. There's not even that much to look at. I'm just a normal girl, brown eyes and blonde-streaked brown hair, wearing a baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts, nothing interesting or amazing.

Therefore, I did what any other girl that has an anger management problem would do in this situation and I stopped my exercise to turn and face those arrogant jerks. I must admit, they were cute, all five of them. They all looked to be about my age, except for one of the boys. The two sexist pigs were off to one side of the group with their heads bent close together, while the other three looked at them with what might be categorized as disgust. I silenced their mindless chatter with my signature Glare-Of-Death, or God as Nudge and Angel like to call it.

The other three boys from the group were what actually caught my attention. One had strawberry blonde hair and pale blue eyes while the other one had midnight black hair with dark, dark, dark brown eyes. The younger boy was standing beside them, looking as though this was the last place he wanted to be at: a gym with four boys that completely ignored him. He looked to be about three years younger than the others, with blonde hair and pretty, blue eyes. He instantly reminded me of Angel.

Anyway, I stalked right up to two pigs and smiled as sweetly as I could. They nervously returned my smile.

"Hello, boys," I called in my sweetest voice, "my name is Don't-Fucking-Check-Me-Out-Our-I'll-Bash-Your-Brains-Out-Of-Your-Skull, what's yours?" The two boys blanched and started to laugh nervously, slowly inching towards the door. "How 'bout this? I'll give you ten seconds to get the hell away from me before I kick your asses into next year. How does that sound? Ready? Ten…" I never made it past ten because they were already running out the door like the pansies they were.

I heard laughter burst out from behind me and I whirled, planning to teach whoever was laughing at me a lesson, but instead I saw two of the boys from earlier- the two blondes- laughing their butts off and the dark haired one simply smiling.

When they finally contained their giggles enough to have a decent discussion, the older blonde came up and clapped me on the shoulders.

"Dude, that was hilarious! Did you see their faces? Well- I didn't, but Gazzy did and he described it to me and from what I heard, it was hilarious. I'm Iggy by the way. The tall, dark, mysterious one over there is Fang- we are both seventeen- and Gazzy is the fourteen year old," – So I did guess the ages right, score: 1, Max- "What's your name? I hope it isn't really Don't-Fucking-Check-Me-Out-Our-I'll-Bash-Your-Brains-Out-Of-Your-Skull because that would suck to have to write that down every time you write your name." ranted Iggy.

Despite the fact that "Iggy" is a hyperactive stranger that could possibly be on crack, I had to laugh at his horrible attempt at a joke. I smiled at him, but his face had the same excited look, no returning smile for me.

I was about to go and tell "Iggy" off for being rude when the younger boy- Gazzy- explained simply, "He's blind."

Sympathy instantly washed over me. I was about to say something when Iggy suddenly called out, "Damn it, when Gazzy explains that I'm blind, it usually that means I missed something that somebody else did. What'd I miss?"

I laughed at his annoyance. "I smiled." I explained as I tried to contain my own giggles. "And my name is Max. Maximum Ride."

"That's such a cool name!" Gazzy called as he smiled up at me, revealing two rows of perfectly straightened teeth. Iggy agreed to that comment and the two instantly began to go on about what they would like to change their names to.

Meaning, that left me and the mysterious Fang to make small talk.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before I smiled up at him to find him staring down at me intently. Talk about weird.

"So…" I began, looking down at the floor. What the crap? Since when did the bold, kick-ass Maximum Ride get nervous? I shook my head and gazed up at Fang once again, confidence returning. "How'd you get the name Fang? Is it your actual birth name? Or is it just something that your friends call you 'cause you're a vampire? Do you vwant to dwink mah blood?" I laughed at my own attempt to make a crappy joke. I'm no better than Iggy, I guess and apparently, he was thinking the same thing too, because he smiled as well.

"No," Fang answered in a deep, clear voice. It was my first time ever hearing him talk, and I instantly fell in love with his voice. So calm and relaxing. "My real name is Nick, but Fang is manlier. Nick is a name for wimps, like Nick Jonas and Nick Lachey." I laughed at his comparison and the rest of our conversation was, basically, the normal "getting to know you" questionnaire. Like "What's your favorite color/hobbies/sports/music/etc.?"

I learned that he does karate, his favorite color's black (judging by his outfit, it was pretty obvious), he likes rock and metal music, he goes to school at North Ridge High (which was about fifteen minutes from my school), and he likes to blog on his computer (he's a "webmaster").

When the time came that I had to go, I was able to get their cell phone numbers before leaving. We planned to meet up again tonight to go out to dinner. Eight o'clock at this cheap Italian restaurant that I know. I was also going to bring Nudge and Angel along with me so that they could meet the boys.

I couldn't wait. I was actually excited about talking to Fang again… and the other guys! I can't forget about them as well.

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