(Fang's POV)
Max is so pretty. I know people say that about everything, but with Max I really meant it. I've known her since kindergarten, and we're eighteen now, so it's been a long time. She is prettier than any actress or model. I remember when I met her in Mrs. Smith's class. I think Mrs. Smith is dead now. She was pretty old when we were in kindergarten.
Fang was ready for his first day of school, ever. He wanted to see who was in his class, to see if Iggy was in his class, like he was in his preschool class. Only, he didn't like girls. Girls are gross.
He walked into his classroom and heard crying. He looked and saw a girl laughing at a crying boy. He recognized the boy as Ari from his preschool class. He was mean. He walked over to the girl. "Hi," He said to the girl who was grinning.
"Hi," She said back, "I'm Max. It's short for Maxine. But sometimes my little sister, Ella, calls me Maxi. She's only three,"
"I'm Fang. Actually, I'm Nick. But my mommy says I used to bite people so she called me Fang," He replied back, ignoring the crying boy.
"Oh, they're going to be trouble," Fang heard his mom say to another lady.
"Oh, yeah. Lot's of trouble," The lady said back to his mom.
And he remembered when they were in first grade and they always got sent to the office together, and in second grade when Ari got beat up by Max, and in fourth grade, when Max got in a fight with Lissa because Lissa liked me, and in sixth grade when Max met Nudge and we ditched her to get away from all her talking, and in seventh grade when Max saw me kissing Lissa and Lissa came to school the next day with a broken arm, and in eighth grade when Max and I had to babysit Angel and Gazzy, and in tenth grade when we went to the museum and almost broke a statue, and when we ditched prom and went to a violent movie.
"Uh, Fang?" Max asked looking up. She was sad, I could tell.
"Sorry. I was thinking about something," I replied. Max was sad, I didn't know why. And it killed me. "Why so sad?" I asked.
"I don't know if Sam likes me or not. I mean, his friends swear he likes me, but he doesn't act like it," Max said sadly. Max has had problems with her self esteem ever since she saw Lissa kissing me in seventh grade.
"I don't know," I said, "He probably does," I don't actually know, but I'd do anything to make her happy. Is that bad? I mean I don't like her! Do I? No. No I don't. I. Am. Fang. I do not like girls. Especially girls who are Max.
"Ugh! I hope so," She said. "Anyways, I have to go," She said getting up.