This is in response to Silver Wind Kitsue's Challenge. It's a alternate universe where Max and Fang are in two rival clans that are exact but Max and Fang get together anyway. But I had an idea, and I applied the challenge to high school life. So Fang's "clan" will be the populars and Max will be the…..resistance, I guess you could call it. She's not popular but she's not a geek She's in a whole different social pyramid by herself w/ her friends, and they stand up to the jocks and the cheerleaders for the little people. Okay that's enough rambling, so here ya go!! Tell me what you think, and criticism is welcome, just no flames. And it might be just a little M rated for those of you below the age of 12. Oh and my friend Amber is helping me right this, but she isn't on so…yea.

Max is in her Senior year in high school. 17 years of age!!

Finding Something New

Chapter 1

"Stop it!!" I watched myself screamed at the top of my lungs. I watched my 6 year old self crouched in a corner of my old kitchen, hands tightly over my ears.

They were at it again, and I knew my cries and pleads wouldn't make them stop. My parents fought constantly, and they were only together for the sake of me.

But this was one of the worse fights they had ever had. I remembered that day as I watched. We were at the dinner table when my mom brought up the fact that a strange woman kept calling for my father. That led to a heated discussion and more and more proof of my dad's unfaithfulness.

It got worse and worse to the point where dishes and other objects were being thrown with an addition to the screaming and crying coming from my mother.

I looked at the 6 year old me again, and remembered how I had cried my eyes out the whole entire time they were fighting. A stray plate that had been thrown hit the wall right beside my head and broke into a million pieces, spraying my with glass. I screamed at the immediate pain that came with the crash as dozens of cuts were made, and I cried harder finally getting my parents attention.

I lightly brushed the younger me's silky blond with my hand as she cried. I moved ou tof the way rushed over, And started yelling at each other over what to do. I cried harder and harder, but not because the wounds caused me pain, but because I knew this was the end of my "happy" home.

They rushed me to the hospital, and they sat by my bed as the doctor tended to my cuts. My dad made an excuse to leave, and I watched. I looked at the 6 year old me on her bed, as she talked to my mother as she stroked her hair. I turned and followed my dad out but with every step the scenery got cloudier and cloudier as I was pulled into consciousness. The last thing in my dream I saw was my father leave through the hospital doors.

Never to return.

I woke up with a start; A cold sweat had formed on my head. I sighed as I turned off my blaring alarm clock. I hated that dream, the one I was where I was forced to watch the day my family fell apart. I traced a scar on my neck from that day with my finger that ran from under my right ear to halfway across the front of my neck. It was the only scar that was left from the day, as the other scratches cleared up long ago.

But that day still haunts me. My dad never came back, when my mom and I came home, all of his stuff was gone but he had the decency to leave his credit cards which my mom Max out within a week.

But whatever, you know? I just moved on with my life, I had to be strong. Sure I cried but that is behind me now.

I swung my legs over the bed and sighed again as I got up to take a shower. When I got out I put on some skinny jeans with my black and white vans with a black and white shirt that said "do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk past you again" on the front that fit pretty tightly across my chest and came a little below my belly button showing of my flat stomach and perfectly toned body. Not to sound conceded or anything, but I have to admit, that I have a model type body that any girl would kill for.

But anyway, after I got dressed I brushed my teeth and combed my golden blond hair. When I walked downstairs, I found that the house was empty.

"God, not again." I muttered to myself. My mom had gone out with her new boyfriend last night and I doubted if she even came back. I rarely saw my mother, and when I did she was always in a rush or there was just an awkward silence.

I missed her, though I would never tell anyone that.

I sighed and I got my stuff and left for school. I got into my truck, the one that I bought with guilt money my dad sends me every now and then. I would return it but there was no return address, I don't take pity money. My mom suggested that I use it to buy something useful, that's when she use to stick around. Resulting in the purchase of my 2007 red Dodge Durango.

Usually I would just walk because the truck gave me this empty feeling, but I was running late.

After about 15 minutes of driving I pulled up to my school. Death Valley High School. Inviting name isn't it. Complete with bitches, whores, backstabbing, drama, and other factors of a normal teenage girl's life.

Let's see, to my left you have the cheerleaders and the jocks. Let me tell you a little about them

Angel Morison. The head cheerleader and the Head Bitch In Charge, or so she thinks. Her curly blond hair and blue eyes and the body of a cheerleader make her a knock out according to all the guys. Though I would describe her as more as a Bitch in a skirt who thinks she owns the school. The queen of the Social pyramid.

And then there are her little groupies, which are basically her drones that carry out her every bitchy whim. Whether it'd be gossip or destroying a young girl's life who just happens to get in Angel's way. In other words their kiss assess who want to be just like her.

Then there is Nicholas Mason, otherwise know as Nick. King of the Social pyramid and currently dating Angel….for the 5th time this year. His tall, dark, and brooding appearance, makes him all the girl's top choice. Basically with the looks of an Abercrombie model, and the mysterious appearance he gives off, he attracts girls like flies. And being Captain of the football team does help.

His right hand man, Jeff is a tall, strawberry blond, pyro who likes to blow stuff up. End. Of. Story.

I come out of my thoughts just as my friends come up to me. There is Monique, one of my best friends. She is an aspiring model just like me and has the body for it, just like me. She's tall and her caramel skin seems to glow in just about any light. Her curly brown hair falling a little past her shoulders. Her carefree happy composure making her fun to be around.

Then there is JJ, another one of my best friends. An aspiring photographer, and with the attitude of one. Perfectionist. To. The. Extreme. But when she just lets go she can be a lot of fun. She has the body of a model too even though she's short but prefers to be behind the camera. Her dark brown hair looks red in the sunlight and falls halfway down her back even though it's always in a ponytail in the middle of her head.

Then there is Zack A.K.A. the Gasman. He could empty a room within minutes, whether it be with one of his stink bombs or just….him. He's pretty buff, but with the heart of a teddy bear.

"Hey, guys." I said as the stopped in front of me .

"Yo, Max." JJ said, "I'm lovin' the shirt"

I smiled and said thanks.

"I see you brought the truck you bought with the old man's money." Monique said.

I nodded, they were the only ones who I had told about my dad. And only they new how I felt about everything in my life. What can I say? They were my backbone.

I loud group of laughter erupted from the other side of the school yard. It was the "popualrs". JJ scowled in disgust. I think she hated them more then any of us did. Zack just glared at Jeff. Jeff and Zack used to be the best of friends but then Jeff got "recruited" to be a popular, not even thinking about Zack.

Jeff saw Zack glaring and tapped Nick's shoulder and pointed. Nick turned to look at us resulting in the rest of his cronies and his girlfriend and her lackies to turn to us. All of them glaring.

Angel made an L with her hands that meant loser. And Nick flicked us off.

I retaliated by holding up my middle finger for them all to see, kissing it and them putting it on my ass meaning Kiss My Ass. And I finished off by mouthing "Fuck You and your whores too."

All of their glares deepened and I just laughed. The Populars hated us the most because we were the only one's in the School who stood up to them whenever we got the chance. We were their rivals, their ache nemesis I guess you could say.

The other kids in the school called us the Rebellion. They supported us, but were to chicken to participate. Wimps.

"Let's go guys." I said and we all went to our lockers laughing.

We were in the hallway talking at my locker when the principle, Roland Ter Borcht.

He walked past noticing my outfit and then stopped.

"Maximum," He said in a disapproving voice, I swear this man has it in for me.

"Roland," I was the only student in the school who dared to call any teacher by their first name, especially the principal.

He looked like he was about to say something, but disregarded it.

"Maximum, I think that we've been over the dress code, this year already. Every other day as a matter of fact." He said in a slightly annoyed voice.

I just twisted the black and silver diamond ring that was on my finger and sighed. "Roland, I thought we went over the fact that I don't care. I'll just serve the detention and we'll be done with it, and I'll see you tomorrow when I do it again." I said with a fake smile that said Bite me.

"I would also ask that you stop calling my by my-" He started but the bell rang

"Whoops, there's the bell Roland, It was just fabulous talking to you." I said in a fake cheery voice. "Bye guys." I said to my friends.

I had Drama next, and it was the only class I had without my friends. I walked in and took my usual seat next to the window.

Everyone was talking waiting for class to begin. Nick, Jeff, Angel, and two of her friends walked in. They crossed the classroom and stepped in front of a desk that were accompanied by two girls that were gossiping to themselves. They stopped talking when they realized who was in front of them.

"Your in me and Nikki's seats." Angel simply declared.

The two girls looked at each other, and began to hurriedly gather their stuff.

I rolled my eyes, it's rebellion time.

I walked over putting one hand on each one of the girl's shoulders and pushed them back down into their seats.

"You don't have to go anywhere, just make yourself comfortable. I'm sure the Bitch, I mean Angel, can find somewhere else to sit. There are a couple of seats up front for her and her cronies to sit." I said glaring at Angel with hatred.

The girls looked from me to Angel, but sat back down.

Angel glared at me, her friends joining in. Nick and Jeff had back up a little but were behind Angel and her two friends who were now at either side of her, I think there names were Veronica and Jenny.

"There's about to be a girl fight, dude" Jeff giggled to Nick who just stood there impassively looking at me.

"Me and Nikki always sit here." Was Angel's comeback.

"Well these two ladies were here first. First come, first serve. Maybe if you weren't in the Schoolyard constantly acting like you rule the school, you would have been here earlier to get the seats that you wanted."

The whole class was looking at us now.

"I always get this seat." She said again. "And I can't sit in the front, me and Nikki can't talk."

"First off, I think that it would be good for you to sit up front for a change, so you can get your brain out of the ditch it's been in for the past 17 years. And second, for Goodness sake, stop calling the boy Nikki," I said pointing to Nick. "If he wanted to be called Nikki her would have legally changed his name by now, Jeez woman, no straight man I know wants to be called Nikki. Unless…."

Angel's face was now completely red and she was practically shaking. And Nick got pretty pissed too. I guess being called gay wasn't on his to-do list today. I however, looked cool, calm, and collected.

"Look you Bitch, stay out of my business and I can call my boyfriend what ever I want. Isn't that right Nikki-Poo?" She said turning to Nick and hugging him. He grimaced a little at the name, I'm pretty sure only I noticed, and hugged her back.

Just then the teacher came in. "Morning class." She said. She looked up to see a group of kids in the middle of the classroom glaring at each other.

"Angel and company, please sit down. There are seats up front for you to sit in." The teacher said. I smiled in triumphant and Angel scowled and her friends did the same, while Nick and Jeff just groaned.

"You too, Max. Take your seat." The teacher said.

"Yes Nancy." I said, calling her by her first name.

She just sighed. And started class.

Through class Angel kept sending me glares form across the room. And I just smiled and waved mockingly at her.

The rest of the time I was day-dreaming and looking out of the window that I sat by.

Halfway through class a note was flung on my desk. I opened it

"Watch Your Back" I looked up to see Angel and her two friends looking at me with smug smiles on their faces. I rolled my eyes and got a pen to right back.

"You can't scare me. Bring It On!!" I wrote. And I threw the note back.

A/N: First Chapter, Tell me what you think!!