Ohai, I didn't see you there. I'm Elise and I'm a bookaholic.
This is my first fanfiction on here, so please be gentle. xD
Some things you should know, this will not be just a highschool-
boring-drama-story. I just had to stick this in front of the next
chapter so you understand a couple of things. (;

**Max & Fang are seventeen. It's set somewhere in the middle of the series.**
Feedback is love. (:

"--And the only reason I was talking to him in the first place was for the booze, and he still didn't realize even after Lisa walked out with two bottles of vodka tucked under her arm." Heather Bishop's constant chattering was the only thing keeping me awake, listening to her whiny voice was as painful to listen to as having to stab a sharpened pencil into your own leg, just wait it out, don't lose your cool, Max. I reminded myself, detention will be over soon.

Although the kids and teachers at the school knew about the flock's past, we really weren't treated any differently, that is to say when one of us is sent to the principal's office for starting a fight or disturbance, Principal Cline lets us off the hook pretty often, because of the whole helping out the world gig we were doing before deciding to settle down and try to live normal lives.

But it was a different story when I threw a brick at the school bus when it failed to stop when I yelled at the driver. It's fair I suppose, better than having to deal with a lawsuit.

"You seriously will not understand how ugly he is until you see him." Lisa Pearson added, the four of them giggled.

"I don't know about that, I mean you've all seen Heather's Mom without makeup, right?" I continued to scribble on my binder folder, not bothering to see their priceless reactions.

"Did you say something, dyke? If you did, why don't you say that to my face?" It's hard to believe that Heather's serious voice was worse than her normal voice, but it was.

"That's the thing, Heather. Don't you know that saying? Like mother like daughter?"

"That's it, bitch." I contained a chuckle, and so it begins.

Her hand gripped onto my sandy hair, yanking my neck to side forcing me to fall from my chair on to the cold linoleum floor. She released her grasp and with all her might kicked her sneaker into my gut, "Come on, bitch." She spat her words at me. Her kick barely fazed me, but I pulled a pained face.

This is what I love about detention, the assigned teacher really doesn't give a shit, so they do what they please and leave us alone to serve our time.

I pressed my hands against the ground, supporting myself as I stood, "You really shouldn't have done that."

"And why-fucking-not?" Heather stood barely five feet away from me, she knows what I'm capable of, she just wants to see me get caught for it.

"You know ever since the school was vandalized a few months ago, they installed security cameras around the place." I took a small step closer, and her grin started to shrink.

"Yeah, cool isn't it? Each and every classroom is now set up with video cameras, rolling 24 hours a day." I smiled genuinely at her, then at the other three who were staring at me with a confused look.

"If you look behind you, into the top corner, you'll see where this rooms' camera is located." All four of them turned and glanced towards the lense of the camera.

"So you see, from this angle, it looks like you attacked me, when I didn't do anything to provoke you. And with leverage like that, I could get you Saturday detentions all Summer long."

Since attending highschool, you'll be suprised that the most handy thing I've learnt so far wasn't from any teacher. In fact it was from groups of girls like the four in front of me now. Physiological Pain, I've yet to master it, though I must say, I'm quite good.

"I can imagine it now, it was so out of the blue, Mr. Cline, I was just sitting quietly when one of them attacked me, I tried to reason with her but she didn't care."

Six months ago, I would've handled this situation by throwing Heather's chunky ass straight through the closest glass window, But now I know that doing that wouldn't help me achieve anything what-so-ever. Expect of course maybe a series of detentions.

"And you know what that means, ladies--" I showed my teeth in a genuine grin, "Your parent's will be pissed." I curled my lips into a sarcastic frown. "And I'm sure they won't appreciate getting a call from the principle, will they Heather?" I stared harshly straight into her eyes.

She looked away from me. Queue the blackmail.

"Unless. . ." I began.

"What?" She questioned.

"Unless I get compensated for the horrible trauma you've caused." I clutched my stomach, wincing at the non-existent pain.

"Heather, my Dad'll take away my credit card and my cell if I get in any sort of trouble." Nicole, the only brunette blurted out.

"Shut the hell up, Nicole." Heather commanded with a grimace. She sighed, "What do you want, Max?"

"Wait up!" I heard Fang call out behind me, I slowed down and tucked the wad of $20 bills into my pocket.

"So how was detention?" He asked, walking in pace with me.

"Surprisingly good. Learning business skills." I smirked.

"I'm not gonna ask." He smiled, squinting his dark eyes at me as the sun glared on his face.

"And I'm not gonna tell. Hey, I thought you would've caught the bus home? What gives?" I took out a packet of gum from my bag, holding it open for Fang to take one.

He snatched three sticks of the minty gum and quickly crammed them in his mouth, "I thought I'd wait for you instead." He said, while chewing.

I threw a piece for myself into my mouth, "That's awfully unlike you." I knew better than to think this was some sort of romantic gesture, he was probably making sure I got home safely.

"Maybe I just felt like it." He clasped my hand, intertwining our fingers together, swinging our hands in time with our steps.

Maybe it was some lovey dovey romantic gesture. Whatever, I'm happy.

"Hey, maybe we could head up to Apache Lake tomorrow?" He suggested, squeezing my hand.

"You guys can if you want to, I know Angel's been dying to go swimming again." As much as sounded fun, I really needed sleep.

"Oh, that's cool, but I kind of meant . . . just us two."

Gulp. There goes my gum. I choked on a forced cough, "Oh--"

"I- it was a stupid idea, it doesn't matter." He slipped his hand out of mine.

Screw it, I can always sleep another time, ". . . I'd love to."

His widening grin beamed at me, "I figured we should leave before the others wake up in the morning, leave a note saying we'll be back before dark . . . or something."

I laughed at the way he sounded so rehearsed, "It's a date." I exclaimed a little too excitedly, taking back his hand in mine and holding it tightly.