This is my first story, I'm only thirteen so please give me a chance xD.

There's a lot of Faxness in this and maybe a little Iggy/OC...

I haven't decided yet.

R&R please (: x Tell me what you think!

I accept criticism, but please, no flaming.

Chapter 1.

Our new Biology teacher was running severely late, so of course, the class was going wild. My elbows were perched on the corner of my desk with my fingers to my temple. This migraine was driving me mad. Fang pulled my hand away and kissed my head, throwing me a slanty smile that made my heart stop… then start again - otherwise I'd be dead, and that wouldn't be cool. Fang had left me last year, only to return a month later, grovelling. I made him squirm for like, a day, then forgave him, 'cause he's just so dang cute. I smiled back at him, then returned to rubbing my head, staring down at the table. Distantly, I heard the teacher enter the room, along with five others. Fang hardened at my side, his muscles tense. Immediately my head shot up and I scanned the area.

There were two male's by the door, both with obvious good looks - Erasers.

Closest to us, stood a girl who looked like she was our age. She had yellowy blond hair that fell just bellow her shoulders, it was in tight curls and hung perfectly. Her eyes were a bright sea blue, almost turquoise and her skin was very, very pale. She was wearing a light turquoise, baggy vest top which had two parrots on it; a pair of imperial beach short shorts, which were faded; a pair of silver pumps and a silver handbag to match; turquoise necklace and earrings and turquoise sunglasses were perched on top of her curls; on her index finger sat a hello kitty, silver ring; her eye shadow was a dark brownish grey and turquoise and a thin layer of lip gloss coated her lips. I noticed she was wearing a name badge upside down which, if I'm not mistake, said 'Alexandria (Lexa)' .

There was another girl beside her who had a rather unenthusiastic mask spread across her face, she was slouched up against the wall, glaring at the floor and sighing every now and again. There was only one way to describe this girls look. Fang. Her skin was an olive colour and her hair was black and straight. Here eyes matched her hair and she was tall for her age - taller than me. She was wearing a cream, baggy vest top with black, gothic jewels around the collar; black skinny jeans that looked like she would have to have them surgically removed because they were obviously welded to her legs; her shoes were black leather ballerina pumps with a large bow at the end of the toe; a bow sat in her hair, and you guessed it, it was black; she wore a cream mini pop back across her chest and her neck was covered by a cashmere cream and metal coloured scarf; her earrings were large cream rose studs and a bracelet to match with pearls; her lip gloss was a light, natural see through colour. She was also wearing a name tag, on her forehead. It informed me that her name was Molly, and that she was '- not giving a crap...'.

Beside her - to my horror - stood Mr. Perfect. The blond haired wonder. Dylan. But that wasn't the worst thing. Oh no. There was the one person I could quite honestly smack in the head with a flaming torch covered in knives. My dear ol' dad, Jeb Batchelder.

I looked over to Fang; to find him staring, wide eyed at the dark haired girl. Jeb got the class started revising; looking through past notes and such things - never letting his eyes leave us. Then he stepped forwards, pinching his nose under his glasses. Fang suddenly sprang forwards, his hands of the corner of the table, leaning menacingly into Jeb. He looked terrifying.

"I can expla-" Jeb began but Fang cut him off growling the words, "You told me she was dead."

My eyes widened as I took in the similarities once more. Then I glared at Jeb, resting my hand on Fang's arm and pulling him back onto his stool gently.

"If you had known that Molly was still alive, you would have wanted her to come with us, and that would have compromised Max's mission. Molly isn't ready. She was a failing experiment and she would only have held you back." Jeb sighed then glanced over to Fang's double who was still in some epic staring contest with the floorboards. "I told her you had expired."

Fang made a very, very scary noise, his eyes black with fury. That noise, seemed to knock the girl out of her trance, along with Lexa who was smiling at the wall, her eyes glazed over. Dylan was looking confused towards the wall, trying to workout what was so interesting.

Lexa looked from Fang to Molly, to Molly to Fang, then from Dylan to me. She glared. I was taken aback, but, of course, they were with Jeb, and were probably Erasers. So this glare should have been expected. Molly rolled her eyes at her companions then looked from Fang to me, then from Lexa to Dylan, then Dylan to me. Then she smirked, rolling her eyes again. She flicked her black hair out of her eyes and made her way over to Jeb, tapping him lightly on his shoulder. Jeb sighed again - what a sighy individual he was - and turned to her.

"Yes, Molly?" His tone was exhausted.

She got up close to his face and smiled. "I was wondering if we could have a word - in private preferably - maybe outside. I'm a little confused." Her eyes turned deadly at the last word and the sweet expression was wiped clean off her face. "Now." She growled.

"Have you forgotten about the Erasers?" Jeb moaned, obviously giving in because he gestured to the door.

Molly shook her head, no. "I'm choosing to ignore there existence."

Lexa tilted her head to the side as the pair left and one Eraser joined them in the sound proof corridor. The argued for a bit, then the bell went, informing us that we could go home, and Molly stormed down the corridor, Lexa and Dylan whipping out of the classroom in close pursuit. Jeb rubbed his temple and signalled for the Erasers to follow.