A/N: I've seen thousands of these and they're personally my favourite Maximum Ride fics, the ones with all the characters in an AU high school.

Anyways.

After finishing the series, I became SUPER obsessed. I wrote three fanfics in about two weeks for MR.

Yeah.

So... as everyone says... R&R!

I pulled the front door open and stepped out, feeling the autumn breeze brush past me and against the closing door. I stared at the door for a moment, then made my way down the steps.

Fang was standing at his door too, (he lives beside me) obviously on his way to school like I was. He turned his dark eyes to me.

"Hello Nicholas," I said coldly. Fang hated being called Nicholas, his real name. I found it slightly odd his whole family used nicknames. Like, his fraternal twin brother, (who went to one of the schools for really smart people and you have to wear uniforms) James, went by Iggy (something about being little and an iguana as I've heard), his 9-year-old brother Zephyr (I think hs name is weird enough) was nicknamed the Gasman or Gazzy for short. Don't ask me why. Then there's Angel, sweet little Angel who has no nickname, and, unfortunately, is Fang's 7-year-old sister.

Fang and I have been arch enemies for years. It has nothing to do with our families, though. Iggy is a pretty decent neighbor and I adore Gazzy and Angel. No, Fang and I just hate each other.

Fang glared at me. "Hello, Maximum," he hissed back, lowering his head as his black hair fell over his eyes.

"What? That doesn't even make any sense! That's a really lame comeback. I don't even hate my name," I retort, returning Fang's glare with my own icy one.

Fang just grunted as we both made our way out of our driveways and met on the sidewalk.

"Whatever," he mumbled back. "At least my real name's normal."

I clenched my teeth. My name, Maximum, had always been made fun of when I was younger. Mostly because most names weren't limits like "maximum" or "minimum" and most girls weren't called Max sometimes, and Fang just /had/ to rub it all in my face.

"At least I don't only say an actual sentence to diss someone," I snap back. Fang was the silent type, and I was basically the only one who had ever heard him say a real sentence.

Fang gave out a snort. "Now you know how desperate I am to make your idiot life miserable." then, he cleared his throat before I could reply with a witty comeback. "So Max, before we continue dissing each other's asses off, why don't we change the subject?"

I crossed my arms as an agreement, slightly ashamed I had agreed to something he thought if.

Fang raised an eyebrow at me and was obviously drinking in my defeat. "Guess what Fang here did yesterday," he said to me.

"Your mom?" I suggested hotly.

Fang cleared his throat again. "I broke the 1 mile run school record."

I scoffed. I had to admit, I was jealous. The school record was 4:56 seconds and my best was 5:04 seconds. Fang and I have always been competing at who was better at what, and now Fang was better than me in Track.

Fang observed my expression and leaned in towards me. "Awww, is Maxie here jealous?"

I didn't flinch as he laughed right in my face. "Guess what I did yesterday," I said.

Fang pulled back and crossed his arms again. "What?"

I narrowed my hazel eyes at Fang. "Nothing," I replied evenly.

Fang smirked. "I always knew you had no life, Max."

I ignored his comment and continued. "And you know what I wanted to do yesterday but decided to do it today instead?"

"Uh...no...?"

"This." Before I had time to amuse myself at Fang's hilarious, confused face, I drew my arm back and curled my fingers into a fist, then blasted it into Fang's face.

Fang jerked back, a cry of shock escaping his lips.

I laughed at his reaction. Fang was always the guy who sat in the corner, never had an expression and never said anything, and to see him yelling and holding his bloodied face in his hands was priceless.

Fang's fingers peeled back from his face and revealed a swollen, bloody nose. "Dammit, Max! What the hell? All I did was beat you at Track and you freaking punch me?" He wiped his nose on his arm, glaring at me.

I laughed, gripping my stomach. "Is witto Fangy angwy and big ol' Max?" I asked mockingly. I'm normally not the mean type, but Fang...Fang was an exception.

He glowered at me. "Shut the hell up, Max."

I laughed again. "Oookay, little boy. I'm gonna go to school now while you go on home and clean your little nose."

Fang turned around and began to walk away. "You'll be cleaning your own nose soon, Max," he said coldly. He jogged up the driveway, made his way up the steps, and disappeared into his house.

I laughed to myself at Fang's threat and made my way to school.

You see, Nicholas "Fang" Ride was a jerk. He wasn't the open, caring, "Oh! Nice to meet you! Wanna be my best friend?" type. He was the one who stood in the corner and the one people would be scared of when they first saw him. Olive skin, dark eyes, dark hair that fell over his face and black clothes. All black clothes. Frankly, he wasn't a likable person.

The only thing that people did like about him was his looks. I have to admit, my arch enemy was -cough- goodlooking -cough-, but every girl on the planet thought that.

I'm different. Maximum "Max" Martinez isn't a very popular name, but at least it's not an emo name like "Fang".

I'm an open person. I'm generally a kind person and not the emo, quiet type like Fang. I go ahead and make friends while Fang is the loner who just waits for someone to come along and go, "Hey, emo bastard! Wanna be my best friend forever?"

I'm not sure how Fang and I exactly began hating each other. I guess we just started out on the wrong foot when we met.

It was the summer before 3rd Grade and I was the new kid along with my 7-year-old sister Ella (now 14).

Once I moved in, the day after, I was greeted by a dark-haired boy wearing a skull t-shirt, black shorts and dark blue running shoes.

My mom called me to the door and the first thing he said to me was, "Whaaaat? I thought Max was gonna be a boy not a girl!"

As you may know, 7-year-olds who would soon be 8-year-olds don't exactly like being called the opposite gender. So my reaction was simple. Anger. Lots of anger.

My mother just patted my head, told me to have fun, and left.

I had crossed my arms and cocked an eyebrow at the boy. "And your name is?"

The boy returned my cold reaction with his own. "Fang. Fang Ride."

I laughed at his name, only because I was angry at him. I actually thought Fang was a pretty cool name, but I didn't show it. "Fang? FANG?"

His face grew red and his fists clenched. "My real name's Nick," he said loudly, and hopefully.

He might have thought I would stop laughing at him then, but this time, I actually thought Nick was a stupid name.

And then he shoved me.

I shoved him back.

And we've been shoving and pushing each other for 7 years now.

Yes, Fang and I have a great friendship.

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-ACP