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"You think that you have the right to speak to me like that?" Mrs. Wright is yelling at Todd.

Todd is such a typical senior boy who causes trouble. He is a major asshole. "Well yeah." He spits. "My father raised me to voice my opinion."

I tune the rest of their conversation out. Todd should be expelled by now with the amount of detentions and suspensions he has had. It's the first freaking day of school and 5 minutes into class, he is already picking a fight.

The classroom door squeaks open and everyone looks up. I was expecting to see Todd leaving to go visit the principal but Todd is still in his seat with Mrs. Wright still looming over him. In walks a God.

Okay, obviously not an actual God but he could be. Imagine a look alike of Chris Hemsworth (the guy who plays Thor) stepping into your classroom. I look down at my hands, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"Hello," Mrs. Wright smiles at him. I've never seen him before so he must be new with how small our school is.

"Hi, my name is Dylan Martin. I am new to this school," he smiles warmly at Mrs. Wright.

I think all the girls let out a sigh when he speaks in his cool, smooth tone.

"Go ahead and take the last available seat." She points next to me. My breath catches. Normally I couldn't be any cooler around guys but this guy was seriously gorgeous and intimidating. I smile warmly at him as he makes his way over to my desk in the back. Mrs. Wright says, "We were just about to get started." She forgets about Todd.

When he sits, the room gradually crescendos with chatter. "I'm Max." I greet. He smiles, "And you know my name."

I nod, "it's a very nice name."

He makes a face, " I hate it."

"Most people hate their own names, right?"

"Max is unique for a girl. I like it." He grins.

My heart flutters. I haven't felt this way about a guy in a long time. I hate it. Fang is the one I want. Even though we haven't talked in more than a year. "Thank you. It's short for Maximum."

The syllabus' are being passed out and we discuss the objectives and rules of English Literature. We go around the room at the end of the class and say our names and a hobbie Of ours.

"Maximum Ride, playing sports and hanging with my friends and playing music."

"Dylan Martin, I like long walks on the beach." He winks.

Wow, I was actually thinking he would be a good guy. I mean maybe he is a good guy but now he seems like a player. I was hoping he would be different than every other guy in California.

When the bell rings, I ask if he can find his next class.

"Mr. Cannon. Room 302."

He follows me to the leave the classroom and I point in front of us. "Take these stairs and he is on the right." I turn and leave him. I don't want to be sucked into whatever games he plays with girls. I will wait forever for a good guy. I had one. But we drifted apart.

Nudge, my best friend, runs toward me. "Who was that hottie?" She gawks.

I laugh. "His name is Dylan and he likes long walks on the beach." I roll my eyes. I tell her all about my first class and Dylan on the way to our next class.

Nudge and I sit through Mr. Fitz's first lecture. He always starts teaching on the first day of class. He is probably the most boring and monotone teacher I have ever had. I wake up Nudge after class and we head out the classroom door.

"Ugh," I groan, "I ha-"

I'm elbowed in the stomach, "Look," Nudge hisses in my ear.

I follow the direction of her nod and my heart leaps into my throat. It's Fang. We were best friends for 8 years. I'm hopelessly in love with him. We haven't really talked in over a year though. He is the only guy I ever think about. I miss him. He was the best friend I ever had.

"I'm going to talk to him." I'm determined to.

Nudge's eyes widen and then she grins, "it's about time, girl!" She pushes me forward.

I straighten up and walk to him. He's at his locker alone. "Fang." I say behind him.

He whips around. I don't think anyone else calls him that. When he looks into my eyes, my heart seems to melt. He smiles. But it's a sad smile. Then, get this, he pulls me into a hug.

"Max. I've missed you so much." He whispers into my ear.

I pull away and stare at him. "Well why didn't you ever contact me?" I confront him.

He sighs. "I really don't know. I miss you, I really needed you last spring." He looks so full of sadness and I have no idea why.

"What happened?"

"Well my-" His voice breaks and he looks away, obviously getting emotional. This is so unlike Fang.

"Hey, you don't have to tell me now. Tonight after school?" I still have tons to tell him.

He smiles a little. "What's your next class?"

"Physics." I make a puking face.

He laughs. A real laugh. One I haven't heard in too long. This feels so normal that it is starting to freak me out. Can things really just go back to how they were? I want them to. Boy, do I want that. But I also want to make him feel like crap for leaving me behind while he became Mr. Popular. I think he has a girlfriend too, J.J. I think her name is. But who knows with all the rumors that go around.

"What's your next class?"

He turns a slight shade of red and mumbles, "Pre-calc."

I wrinkle my eyebrows. He took that last year. (He was in my class people! I'm not a stalker.) "But.." I trail off when I see how red his face is. He is really embarrassed. Fang always got good grades.

"I failed." He mumbled. "Well I should get going. I'll see you tonight. Text me." And he is off.

On my way to Physics, some jerk shoves me and I tumble down a flight of stairs. Totally kidding. But I do get shoved and fall flat on my face. Normally I would have better reflexes but my thumbs were hooked in the straps of my backpack so I mentally curse as I watch the ground rush to my face.

"Max!" Someone shouts.

Groggily, I sit up. I touch my face and see red on my hand. Awesome.

Fang runs toward me. "Are you okay?"

"Just fricken peachy. When I find out who just shoved me-"

I hear some girls snickering and stand up, glaring at them. It's Lissa and her possy of bitches. I stalk toward her, a protesting Fang trailing behind me.

I stand in front of her with my hands on my hips and she straightens up.

"Max it's not fall time yet. It's still summer."

I laugh. A hard, fake laugh. Then I stop and glare at her. "You really think that it's funny?"

I notice she is holding her white jacket and I grin. Perfect.

I take my hand and pretend sniffle as I wipe my bloody nose. "I think a red jacket would look much better with that color top." I say staring at her, a polite smile on my face.

"And what would you know about fashion, Miss sneakers and T-shirts?"

"Well I'd be happy to help out." I say, wiping my blood covered hand on her white jacket.

She screams at the top of her lungs. Fang laughs behind me.

The principal comes running over to us. "What on Earth is going on over here ladies?"

I make a sad face and turn toward him. "Lissa has been bullying me. She pushed me down and broke my nose and I was trying to be nice and tell her that it was okay and I touched her jacket. It was totally an accident. I didn't realize I had blood on my hand." I say and sniffle. "My mom always told me to be the bigger person."

Lissa snorts. "Yeah, you're bigger alright."

"Lissa!" The principal yells. "My office. Max tell me the rest of your story and then you must go to the hospital. Your nose looks broken."

"Well..." I continue. "My mom taught me to never stoop down to someone else's level so I was just telling Lissa that even though she hurt me, I forgive her. She must be abused at home or something. I'm worried about her."

I give him my best puppy dog look and he totally falls for it. "That is very kind of you Max. Lissa will be punished for her actions. We do not tolerate bullies."

I nod. "Thank you."

Soon Fang goes back to class, we decide to meet at my house after school. A stupid ambulance comes to pick me up from the school. This is so childish. I can put my own nose back into place. But the nurse at my school insists.

"Do you have someone who can pick you up?" The nurse asks.

Oh by the way, my parents are dead. They died when I was little. I lived with my Aunt until last summer when she died. Now I live alone at 17. More on that later.

I call Nudge's mom, Catherine. She is the coolest mom alive.

"I can't get you honey but I will call Nudge out of school to get you."

I grin, "Thanks, Catherine. You're the best."

"And don't forget it." She hangs up.

Nudge will love getting out of school early.

Soon, Nudge pulls up in her yellow Jeep Wrangler with the top off. What a beautiful day out today in sunny California.

She laughs when I get in. "Nice face."

"Shut up."

Nudge leaves my house after an hour to go back to school. I decide to take the rest of the day off because why not? It's not like there's anyone here to make me go to school.

I realize my car is still at the school and I need it to get to school tomorrow. Crap.

Fang is here right on time. It's 2:58. It took him 8 minutes to get here from school. Just like old times. I open the door and smile. My smile fades when my nose starts to cramp.

"Hey!" He says, enthusiastically. He reaches a hand out to touch my nose and I duck out of the way.

"Noooo way buddy."

He laughs and comes in, taking off his shoes and picking up my cat, Ella.

"Did you miss me girl?" He coos and I laugh at his obsession with my cat.

"I think you missed her more."

Suddenly, my heart aches. I miss old days. When he would come over after school and we would just lay around talking and laughing and petting Ella.

"Where's Aunt Nancy?" He asked.

"Well.. she passed away last summer."

"Oh wow, I'm so sorry... so who...?"

"No one. I live alone."

He nods. He looks sad again and sets down Ella.

"Fang?"

He sighs, "Everytime you say that it hurts me. I miss you Max."

"No one calls you Fang anymore? What about your parents?" His real name is Nick but his parents called him Fang when he was a baby. You can guess why.

His eyes study my floor. "They died Max. Them and Ari. In a car crash last spring."

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