Summary: Max and Fang are two students at the top of their class, fighting it out to be Valedictorian. Max thinks that she has feelings for Fang, but the competitive voice in her head pushes any boy-related thoughts out of her mind so she can focus on school. But when something supernatural happens and every other human disappears, a new threat is discovered in the form of their possessed peers. With academics on hold, will Max finally realize her attraction to Fang? Or will everything else get in the way?

MAX POV

"Maxine?"

I raised my hand slightly, answering the teacher taking attendance. She grimaced at the fact that I, her troublemaking student, was present. I know that she just wants to fail me, but my work was too genius to give anything less than an A+, if I say so myself. I cheekily grinned at her bad mood.

"Fang?" the teacher called. Fang raised his hand, and the teacher's mood lightened a bit with her favorite student being here. As she continued on with the rest of the students, Fang turned to look at me, and I maturely stuck my tongue at him. He smirked, which totally irked me, but was also totally adorable at the same ti-.

I snapped out of my thoughts and threw my eraser at his face, which successfully hit his nose. I suppressed bursting out laughing when he shot me daggers and turned back around in his seat.

"You can't be thinking those thoughts Max. They'll distract you from scoring high." The competitive voice in my head said.

"Yeah yeah, I'm aware of that, Voice." I thought back. Fangles and I were the top two students in the 11th grade, competing for that spot of Valedictorian. It's been like that ever since the 6th grade, me being super competitive and Fang not even trying. Yet, he keeps up with my brilliant mind.

It's real annoying.

But even with our constant competition, we're the best of friends. Though with this whole "teenager" thing going on, he looks different, I look different, and I feel like I want to be more than frien-.

"Max, stop it and focus."

I sighed. "Thank you Voice." I thought.

Soon, the bell rang for the end of the day, and we walked out of the building. As we were heading to the parking lot, I remembered my History textbook, which I'd left on my desk. "I forgot something inside." I told Fang, jabbing my thumb toward the door and walking backward.

"Do you want me to wait?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nah, but text me later, okay?" Fang nodded.

I went to the class, grabbed my book, and then sped outside, eager to go home. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway and took three steps, I was ambushed by somebody to my left. I soon found myself flat on my back, held against the wall.

I looked up, ready to swear up something nasty, but I was silenced by dazzling blue eyes.

"Dylan." I said, keeping an edge on my voice. "May I help you?"

He cracked a grin, and I swear I could hear his ridiculous fangirls squeal and swoon. Dylan was this school's player, and all female's eye candy, apparently. (Though I don't see why, I think his nose is really big.) I was probably his next target. This wasn't going to be fun.

"Hey Max." he said in his best "mesmerizing" voice. I tried not to barf. "I have a question to ask you."

"Did you have to ambush me to ask a question?" I said while slowly inching to my right, planning to bolt when I could. He sensed this and moved closer to me, suffocating me with the smell of Axe.

"Calm down, I'll make it quick!" he said with yet another smile. With that smile, I couldn't help but feel that this was a joke. "You, me, dinner and a movie, maybe go to my place afterwards…"

"No." I said, not even letting him finish his sentence. "Now, if that's all you need, I'll be going now."

I attempted to get up, but was pushed back to the wall by Dylan. He did NOT just do that.

"Are you sure? It'll be fun!" he said. I could detect a small amount of desperation in his actions. I guess he's never been rejected before.

"Absolutely positive. Now let me up, I'd like to leave." I said sternly, but he still held me in place.

I was getting really irritated now. I didn't want to spend one more second with this sleazebag. I tried shoving him off of me, but that only resulted in me being pushed against the wall, my wrists in his hands. Crud, now his face is really close. "Get AWAY!" I nearly yelled.

Just before he was going to kiss me, I saw his expression go from a smirk to shock, then pain. His head drooped and the grip on my wrists grew tighter.

As I tried to get him off of me, I heard someone coming down the hall. "Max!" they yelled. Dylan was suddenly thrown off of me into the opposite wall, and he snapped out of his haze of pain. Fang was now standing protectively in front of me, glaring at the confused looking Dylan.

"Dylan, what the hell was that?" Fang snarled. He took a step forward to take a swing at him, but I held him back.

Dylan wiped confusion off his face and replaced it with his cocky grin. "Well Fang," he said, speaking Fang's name like it was a disgusting slug. "That was just me asking Max to hang out. I don't see how that's wrong at all."

Before Fang lost it, I dragged him out of the building. Thankfully, Dylan didn't follow.

"Thanks for helping me out back there." I told Fang. As he saw me smiling at him, his fists uncurled, and he even smiled a little back.

"Is that a smile I see from the emotionless brick wall?" I teased, trying to cheer him up. I poked him on the cheek. "You should really do that more often, so people don't think you're emo."

I was expecting some sarcastic response, or even an eye roll, so I was surprised when he said "Are you doing anything afterschool tomorrow?"

Raising an eyebrow, I said "No, debate is cancelled tomorrow, so I'm free." That's right; I'm on the debate team. I'm very skilled at arguing.

That half-grin of his stayed on his face, for what I'm sure was record time. "The weather should be nice tomorrow. We should go to the park." He said.

"Max, you have a test on Tuesday, you should spend Friday studyi-"

I shut off my Voice for just a second so I could think.

"Uh, sure." I responded.

"Cool, see you then." Fang said. He buried his hands in his pockets and walked to his car. His smile was gone, but I could tell that he was in a good mood.

As I got in my car and started my engine, I couldn't help but wonder if I just agreed to go on my first date.

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