Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride

MPOV

It's the start of senior year at Arizona University and I, Max Ride, am going to leave this place with as many memories as I can. You see, I stay out of the spotlight so I wouldn't be surprised if people would say, "Max? Never heard of him,". Yes, I have a boy name, but I like it. It suits me because I'm anything but girly. Like I said, I want to leave my mark because once I'm out of college it's goodbye parties and hello work…ugh!

Since it is the last, first day of another college year (yeah, read that first part again. It makes sense), there is going to be a huge party at this kid's house who lives off campus and everyone is going, including my friends and I. This calls for an introduction even though I'm pretty sure you already know who I'm talking about, I'll introduce them any way.

First, there's Nudge. The motor-mouth who doesn't even know what silence means. She has mocha colored skin and the curliest brown hair you've ever set eyes on. Then there's Angel who quite literally looks like an angel with her bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair although not nearly as curly as Nudge's. Both Angel and Nudge have been my friends since high school and we still can't get enough of each other. Then there is Lissa, who had fiery red hair and her questionable clothing, or lack thereof. Despite her style, that is completely different from mine, we have been best friends ever since we were five. She was the one who would stick up for me until I grew tougher skin and stuck up for myself. She was there through my parents' divorce and comforted me when I'd cry, thinking it was my fault my family was falling apart. I introduced her to my other friend I met freshman year, Fang and now they have been dating since sophomore year. Fang looks emo because he wears all black, but he is the complete opposite. I'd be lucky to get any reaction from his whole emotionless face. The only time he showed any emotion was when dyed his favorite shirt pink…cue shudder! That was not a good day… And don't ask me how II succeeded in dyeing a black shirt to pink because it sure as hell beats me. Finally, who can forget the infamous Iggy and Gazzy? Not me because I'm still holding a grudge from the time the made a bomb out of my favorite Mickey Mouse clock. Just an f.y.i, if you ever see those two running, don't ask questions just try to keep up. Iggy could very well pass as albino with his pale skin and light strawberry blonde hair. Gazzy, looking almost just like his sister Angel, had blonde hair and big, blue eyes.

Whew! Now that the intros are done, on with the story!

Right now, I'm being tied to a chair while Angel and Nudge do my makeup and hair. Why, do you ask, am I tied to a chair? It's because my idea of a going-out appearance is way different from theirs.

"Hold still, Max, or I'm going to poke your eye out!" Angel said exasperated.

"MAX! You are starting to look sooo hot! Not that you don't always look good, but we did good. Guys won't be able to take their eyes off of you! We should just start dressing you like every day because we love this kind of stuff, but you hate it. Which is weird because this is soo much fun, but it'd be more fun if you just cooperate with us. Don't you think that's as weird as I do because ifghsi.." Nudge was finally cut off from Angel's hand.

"Nudge. There are no words to describe how much I want to strangle you right now." I said threateningly, but she just smiles and continues with my hair. Hmmm, I'm losing my touch.

After an hour, yes I said hour, of pampering and torture (Let's face it, there is no difference) we were finally moving out of my apartment and flagging down a cab. Ok, another explanation so get excited! My parents are very well to do so they decided to get me my own apartment close to campus so I wouldn't have to share with a roommate. Jeb (I refuse to call him dad) is a scientist and my mom is a vet with her own practice. So, yeah…anyways, the kid's house is fifteen minutes away and when we got there, the party was already in full swing.

Once the three of us walked through the door, almost everyone turned their heads to stare at us. Most of the guys looked at us with longing and the girls just mostly glared at us with jealously. I looked down for the first time to see that I was wearing black high heels, a tight black skirt that was a little too short for my liking, and a loose purple tank top that was tucked into my skirt. My dirty blonde hair fell almost mid-back in loose curls. I looked up to see people still staring! Rolling my eyes, I walked into the next room with Angel and Nudge right beside me. We scanned the room until we spotted the Iggy and Gazzy talking to some girls I didn't recognize.

As we approached, Iggy, being the loud goofy pain in my ass he is, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Someone call the press! Max Ride is wearing a skirt!" He started laughing at himself and Gazzy joined in, earning both of them a punch from moi.

By now the girls they were talking to, scattered so it was just us five. "Ow! It was Iggy who said it!" Gazzy defended rubbing his arm.

"You laughed," I accused. "Don't encourage his stupidity," Iggy still had his stupid grin on his face, but now he had his arm around Nudge. Yeah, they're going out which is unfortunate for me when they bombard me with their presence. I can handle them separately, but when they are together, it' practically a death wish.

"Don't you just love what we did to Max? She looks amazifgsu…" Nudge started to ramble before Iggy put his hand over her mouth.

"You got to stop her early before it's too late," Iggy explained looking admirably down at Nudge.

I, being the mature college kido I am, made a gagging noise which earned me a glare from Nudge. Before she could say anything, someone silently came up behind me, making the hair on the back of my neck stand. I didn't even need to turn around to know it was Fang.

"Really mature Max. What is she gagging at this time?" he questioned the others.

I turned around to see the tooth himself with Lissa who was right next to him with his arm around her waist. She was wearing a tight, white skirt that was even shorter than mine and a green v-neck that showed off her chest. Fang was wearing a tight black shirt to show off his muscles and black jeans. One word: Typical. I have to admit, he was looking really hot. Lissa complained to me once that he sometimes gets more double-takes than her.

I put my hands on my hips and glared at him, "May I remind you that I am older than you, baby tooth, and you would've gagged too if you saw the lovey dovey faces those two were making," I said pointing over my shoulder at Iggy and Nudge without looking even though I'm sure they are both now glaring at me. What can I say? I have that effect on people.

He looked over my shoulder at the two love birds and just shrugged in agreement. I turned back to the group and we all talked for awhile. Scratch that, we talked and had some drinks till it was two in the morning. I was talking to Fang and Angel when Lissa decided to grace us with her drunken presence.

She came stumbling over to Fang slurring her words about staples and rabbits… Angel and I looked at Fang's impassive face trying not to laugh as he slung Lissa smoothly over his shoulder as if he's done this a million times. I grabbed her purse and followed him outside where he flagged down a cab and gently set her in there. I tossed him her purse as he said his goodbye apologetically.

"Naw, Fangy. You stay here, I'mma gonna go home. Tell them fucking rabbits ta stay away from my staples," she slurred as she giggled uncontrollable. "Bye, Maxi!" she added, sticking her head out the window.

Sighing heavily, Fang told the cab their address since they live together and turned back to me. Although his face was emotionless, I could still see the irritation in his eyes. At that point, I couldn't help myself from busting out laughing. Fang just shook his head and headed back into the house, but I could see the amusement in his eyes.

After another hour of mingling and drinking, the house was almost empty. Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy had left not too long after Lissa so it was mostly Fang and I just catching up. It wasn't till a little after three that Fang and I caught a cab together to go home. He told the cab both our addresses and the cabbie sped off into the night.

We sat on opposite sides of the cab, looking out of our respected windows when the cab hit a pot hole. The bump was big enough to thrust me to Fang's side. He turned his body slightly and caught me in his arms with both my legs resting in between both his legs.

After that, everything just sort of happened. I don't know who made the first move, but somehow my lips were connected to Fang's. My hands immediately tangled themselves in his hair while one of his hands was on my waist and the other latched onto my neck, pulling me impossibly closer. The cab was filled with the sound of our lips connecting over and over again with the occasional moan. At one point, Fang tapped on the glass and told the driver that we only needed one stop.

We finally pulled up to my apartment building and Fang paid the cabbie, not waiting for change, as we spilled out and made our way into the building. His hands and lips had never left me once as we stopped in front of my door. I fumbled with my keys as Fang kissed my neck and nibbled at my ear. Finally, I unlocked my door and shut it behind me. I turned in Fang's arms and kissed him as fiercely as he was kissing me. There we stood, in my apartment, leaning on nothing but each other. I moaned quietly in pleasure and I could've swear I felt him smirk against my lips the tinniest bit.

His hands moved from my waist to the hem of my shirt then he pulled it over my head. Even in my drunken state, I blushed a little. He must've seen it, which surprised me considering my apartment was completely dark, because he stroked my cheek.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before kissing me passionately again.

Suddenly, Fang hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist, making my skirt slide up even more. Our lips were practically glue together as Fang stumbled towards my bed. My hands slid under his shirt, pulling it over his head. Even in the darkness, I could see that Fang had a really nice body from working out like crazy all the time. We landed on my bed, still kissing and clawing at each other's clothing, when Fang's low, sexy voice split through the silence.

"Max, are you drunk?" he asked, brushing his lips against my ear.

"No," I answered even though my mind was a little fuzzy because who says "Yup! I'm drunk,"? No one, that's who.

His lips found mine again and that's when it occurred to me in the back of my mind. I was having sex with my best friend's boyfriend.

AN: ok, so this is my first fanfic so reviews will be greatly appreciated! Give me your thoughts and advice.