Hey guys! I wanted to post this before New Years, and if I get enough reviews, I'll continue it! It's my first Maximum Ride fanfic, not my first though.

It's fax, duh. Tell me if you have any suggestions, or recomendations!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Or Fang, which makes me sadder than it should.


If there was one thing that I hated most, it was Fang Martinez. Ugh. Up until this year, I've gone to the same school as him for my whole life, and he'd spoken to me once. The, all of a sudden, he discovered how fun it is to tease me. So, now instead of going out of his way to ignore me, the jackass goes out of his way to be a fucking prick.

He thinks he's all that just because he's got money and is decent looking. Okay, Screw that, Fang is fucking hot. Though, not even Nudge knows that I think so. I mean, he's got an amazing body, from playing sports his whole life, and his eyes, fuck, his eyes, are like these endless pits of darkness, that have have probably charmed the clothes off girls. Literally. And, from what I've heard in the bathrooms, he's pretty impressive in bed too, though, the stories I head were way to graphic. I've known him my whole life because his brother Iggy has been dating my best friend Nudge since, forever.

In fact, the only reason I actually tolerate him is Iggy. I think he's the only person that has had a conversation with Fang with him saying more that one word to each reply, let alone responded.


School is so fucking pointless, I don't know why I even still go, instead of being the bad ass I am and just ditching. But, here I was, standing next to Nudge, opening my locker.

"Max! I swear to God! Just this once! Please let me take you to the party!" She begged.

"How about no, Nudge?" I said, checking my schedule. English, Math, Lunch, Gym, French.

"Max! God, your worse than Fang sometimes!"

I looked at her, closing my locker slightly to get a better look. "You try to take Fang to parties too?"

She gave me a deadpanned look, and I snickered, knowing I won this round.

"Just, please? Dylan's birthday party is next week! You swore you would go."

"Uh. No, I didn't." I said, slamming my locker shut, and swinging my bag over my shoulder. Let me tell you something about Itex High. Two quarters of the school is made up of attentions whores, sluts, and guys like Fang. One Quarter is made up of losers that end up dropping out before grad and living with their grandparents working at the porn video shop. And the remaining few are the people I can call normal. No druggies,no kiss up, just good people that go around living their lives. Nudge seemed to have her own category. She was friends with everybody. Everyday she came to school wearing something completely different than the last. She's never late for class, and even though it seems like she's too busy with Iggy, me, a social life and her family, she had solid A's.

Oh, and she's fucking persistent.

"Okay, fine. Maybe I just had an amazing dream where my best friend acted like a fucking girl for once, and went to parties with me."

I stared at her, Nudge never swears, like never, so I knew I was about to cave when she looked me dead in the eye and whispered, "Please?"

"Shit." I mumbled, "Fine!"

"Yay!" She squealed. Fucking squealed. I rolled my eyes, and walked into class, taking my seat and pulled out my books.

"Why, hello sexy lady." Someone said, sliding in the seat next to me.

I groaned, "Fang, please. Not in the mood."

Fang chuckled, "Some one's got their panties in a twist."

"Fuck off, Martinez." I snapped.

"No. This time, I actually need your help."

Only now did I look up at him. Raising an eyebrow, I asked; "With what?"

He sighed, and ran a hand through his tousled, jet black hair. "Coach will only let me play this season if I get my grade up in French."

Fang played soccer, one of my least favorite sports, probably because I couldn't play if my life depended on it, but we'll just keep that between us. "Okay, and where do I come in?"

"Cut the bullshit Ride. You've got the highest scores in the grade. I uh-"He sighed, "I need your help."

A satisfied grin made its way to my lips and I tapped my pointer finger to my chin. "Huh, and what's in it for me?"

A cocky grin graced his features, and he leaned forward, whispering in my ear; "Doesn't that go without saying?"

"Uh huh, yeah, sure. Sorry buddy, you're going to have to do better than that." I scoffed, pushing him away. The last thing I wanted was to spend time with Fang, the least he could do was give me a good reason.

"How about I don't give you shit for a month?" He asked.

I looked at him, "Still waiting.." I replied. My phone vibrated, and I slid it out of my jeans pocket and glanced at the screen.

Max:

What the fuck are you doing talking to my retard brother?

Iggy

I laughed, glancing over at him across the room. He caught my eye and raised an eyebrow, then motioned for me to reply.

He needs help with math. What should I ask for in return?

It took him a minute to reply, and while I was waiting, I looked back at Fang. He was looking at my with a confused expression on his face.

"One sec." I told him, just as my phone buzzed.

Well, ask him for his car. And if that fails, tell him that you want out of Dylan's party, and you need him to get you out. (Nudge told me, good job caving.) You know he won't be there, fuck he hates Dylan.

I grinned, looking back at Fang. "I want your car."

"Uh, how about fuck no?"

"Fang," I whined, "Please?"

He looked at me for a minute, as if deciding. "No." He repeated.

"Okay. Then," I decided to go with Iggy's other idea, and ask him to get me out of the party. "I need your help. Nudge is making me go to Dylan's party next week."

"Ah, I see. You want me to be your date, and prove that you're not a fucking prude." He said, smirking at me, pulling out a piece of gum and popping it in his mouth.

"No, jackass. I need you to tell Nudge that we have plans. Then she'll stop harassing me." I looked at him, and added, "Don't worry, we don't actually have to have plans"

He nodded his head, "Okay, fine. I'll do it. Meet me at my place at five tonight, we can start. Ask Nudge to take you there, she knows how."

"Cool." I replied, as the teacher walked in. I turned to face the front, and Fang slipped out of the seat and walked to the back to take his own one.

Nudge sat down next to me, and began taking notes, as Mr. Harout began the lecture.

"Hey, Max," She said, keeping her yes trained on the board.

"Yeah?"

"You do realize you just had a full conversation with Fang right?"


OK! Imma end it there for now. Pretty pretty please review! I need to know if it's worth continuing, and don't be afraid to post your opinions about the first chappie, but don't be too harsh.. hehe shanks. Short I know, but the next one will be longer.

Thanks for reading! :D