Hey guys! Finally have a free weekend to do some updating. Anyway, here's a new idea I had! Let me know what you think.

I walked into class on my first day of school. I was sick of Jeb and decided to move to Arizona with my mom for my senior year. So here I was, starting all over again at a new school, with new people and probably new drama. I wanted to leave that place behind, forget about my father, and start fresh.

I took a seat at a table near the back of the room about ten minutes before class started. My English teacher, Mrs. Sanchez, came into the class and greeted me while setting her books down on her desk. "Good morning, you must be Maximum."

"Good morning, you can call me Max," I replied, with a sheepish smile on my face.

"It's great to meet you, Max. Welcome to Arizona," Mrs. Sanchez said kindly.

"Thank you," I replied, as my eyes followed a few girls that walked into the class. They looked pretty nice, wearing basic jean shorts and t-shirts. I was wearing a flow-y white top with peach shorts, and outfit that my younger sister Ella picked out for me. If it was up to me, I'd be wearing plain shorts and a t-shirt like everyone else.

A few other kids filed into the class, some laughing and happy to see their friends after a dry Arizona summer, and some looking like they just rolled out of bed and had no energy. A couple boys came in next. One had bright, glassy blue eyes and blond hair, while the other had dark hair and beautiful dark brown eyes. The blond one was talking a-mile-a-minute while I caught eyes with the darker one. His deep brown eyes held my gaze and I felt a spark inside me, like he was someone that I hadn't seen in years and had just rekindled with. His eyes stayed connected with mine until he took a seat a few rows behind me.

A loud bell rung and I practically jumped out of my seat. An announcement came over the intercom, and the principle spoke and welcomed everyone back for a new year. All throughout the announcement, I felt his eyes on my back and had this…feeling. It wasn't bad, but I just felt him there and couldn't shake it off.

"Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Sanchez, welcome to Advanced American Literature. Why don't we all start of by introducing ourselves and saying what our favorite classic novel is."

A guy with dirty blond hair immediately stood up and introduced himself to the class. "I'm Dylan Waters, and my favorite novel is Huckleberry Finn." Gosh, I couldn't stand that kid already. He just seemed so pretentious and full of himself. A few of his follower friends stood up and clapped, showing their idiotic attitudes off to the class.

"No need to clap," Mrs. Sanchez said, casting them a dirty look.

More and more kids stood up, introducing themselves, until I realized it was my turn. I stood up and faced the majority of the class and said, "Hi, I'm Max Ride, and my favorite classic is Wuthering Heights." Everyone just stared at me with blank faces, showing no signs of welcome. I quickly sat down, feeling my face heat up.

"My name's Fang, favorite classic is also Wuthering Heights," I heard a voice say, and instantly I knew it was his. It just sounded right, and strangely familiar. I felt that spark inside myself again, and fidgeted in my seat to make it go away. I quickly glanced behind me to confirm I was right; the voice did belong to him.

After more introductions and a class filled with awkward ice-breakers, the bell finally rang. I gathered up my books and stood up, only to find Fang and his blond friend, who was named Iggy, standing in front of me.

"Max, welcome to Arizona," Iggy said, handing me a small sheet of paper. I looked down and saw an address scribbled on it in blue ink. "Party tonight at Fang's house, you should come and meet some people."

"Thanks," I said, lightly smiling at Iggy. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to come," I added, looking up at Fang who was at least a head taller than me.

"Well, hopefully you'll be able to," Iggy said while Fang stayed silent. They walked out of the class and left me alone with Mrs. Sanchez. I quickly scurried out of the class, so I could get the rest of the day over with.

I got home and threw my backpack on the floor, already missing my summer freedom. This year was going to be hard, since I was taking all advanced classes and didn't know anyone. My goal was to keep up good grades and stay away from drama. After all, college was only one year away and I wanted to get into a good one.

"How was the first day?" My mom asked, sliding a plate of cookies across the counter at me.

"Fine," I answered. "These cookies just made it ten thousand times better, though."

My mom chuckled and tried one herself, smiling in delight. "Anything exciting happen?"

"Not really," I answered truthfully, sitting at a stool along the counter. I felt something poking at my thigh, and reached in my pocket to find out what it was. I pulled out the slip of folded up paper and showed it to my mom. "I got invited to a party tonight."

She read the address and smiled. "Oh, that's the Walker's house. They have a son about your age- is it Fang?" I nodded. "You should go, it'll be good to meet some kids."

"I don't know, it might be weird since I won't know anyone," I answered, ungracefully shoving another cookie down my throat.

"You'll be able to meet people though, and worse case, just come home," She said, in a very convincing way. "It'll be fun."

"Okay," I answered, then headed up to my room. I figured I'd relax and watch some TV for a while to chill out after a long day.

"MAX! It's practically seven o'clock, you must've fallen asleep," Ella said, barging into my room. "You have to get ready for the party! It starts at seven, but you should be fashionably late and show up at eight."

"Huh?" I grumbled, rolling over to face Ella.

"UP!" She yelled in my face, grabbing my arms and promptly pulling me out of bed. I fluttered my wings (oh yeah, did I mention those babies?) and ran my fingers through my hair. "I think I have the perfect dress for you to wear," She said.

I followed her into her room and sighed as she dug through her closet. "Ah, perfect." She pulled out a short, lacey dress. It was white and looked like it would fall just above the knee, with somewhat a low neckline and short sleeves. She threw a jean jacket on the bed, and pulled out a pair of gold, flat gladiator sandals.

She piled everything in my arms and shuffled me into the bathroom. I was still half asleep and barely knew what I was doing. I slowly changed into the outfit she gave me and stared at myself in the mirror. Gosh, she was making me so girly. I like jeans, and tank tops. I did look really cute though…

I opened the door and walked into the hallway to show her what I was wearing. "PERFECT." She handed me a champagne colored headband that had a snakeskin pattern on it, and scrunched my hair through her hands. "You're so pretty, Max." Before I even had time to thank her, she was covering my face in powder, right there in the hall.

"No makeup, please," I begged, but she didn't stop. She put some bronzer on me and then forced me to stay still as she applied eyeliner and mascara.

"Oh, Max. You look amazing, let's go show mom!" We climbed downstairs and my mother beamed when she saw me, agreeing how beautiful I looked.

"I better head out," I said, realizing it was 7:45 p.m. already. I grabbed my car keys and cell phone as they hugged me goodbye. I plugged Fang's address into the GPS on my phone, and drove about twenty minutes until I got to his house. I parked along the street, and stepped out of the car. His house was huge, a mansion really. It was a cream color and had big columns, with large inviting wooden doors. I rang the doorbell and waited outside for about two seconds until someone opened the door. As soon as the door swung open, I was blasted with loud music and the gross smell of sweaty people.

"Hey, Max!" Iggy quickly pulled me inside and closed the door behind him. It was pretty dark inside since the sun had just gone down, except for the flashing lights that were bouncing all around the walls of the foyer. "Glad you made it. Drinks are in the kitchen-" he pointed me in the right direction, "and the pool is outback. Make yourself at home, I'll let Fang know you're here."

I saw a girl from my literature class who smiled at me. She had dark skin and curly hair, and was standing next to a girl who looked a few years younger. The dark one was named Nudge. I walked over and said hi.

"OMG, Max. You're going to love it here, I love it here. Fang always throws the best parties. Well, really, it's more like Iggy throws the best parties at Fang's house. This is Angel, who's Fang's sister. She's really cute, isn't she cute? OMG, you should totally-"

A hand covered Nudge's mouth, and I saw Fang standing behind her. "Okay, well obviously you met Nudge. She talks all the time," He said. "That's my sister Angel." Angel smiled sweetly at me; her name suited her perfectly. "Why don't you come outside and I'll introduce you to a few people."

I could barely hear him over the pounding music, but followed him out back where it was a little quieter. It smelled like twilight outside, and there were a few people mingling on the pool deck. His backyard was beautiful, with a large pool, a cabana, a big lawn with lush grass, and a hammock in the corner. There were some candles and tiki torches lit up around the pool deck, romantically illuminating the scene.

Fang looked so…hot, in his black t-shirt and shorts. So simple, but polished. He lead me over to a few girls who looked kind of nasty. "Max, this is Lissa, Lissa, this is Max." A tall redhead with wild hair stood up in front of me. She was wearing a skimpy green bathing suit and looked like she was trying way too hard.

"Hmph," She muttered, practically glaring at me from head to toe, then sat back down. I glanced over at Fang and he kind of rolled his eyes.

"Max, this is Brigid, Lissa's friend." Another redhead, who was a litter nicer, stood up and greeted me much better than Lissa had.

"This is Dylan, from English," Fang said, gesturing to the guy who was talking to Lissa and Brigid.

"Well hello there, Max," Dylan slurred, kind of sounding drunk. "You look beautiful tonight," He said, his eyes raking over my body and resting in certain places a little too long.

"Thanks," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Dylan," Fang said assertively, eyeing him with a strong look. "Cut it out."

"Aw, Fangy, I missed you at school today," Lissa said, drawing his attention away from Dylan. Fang didn't look amused, as Lissa kept saying stupid things to him in front of me.

"So Max," Dylan said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He reeked of alcohol. "Want something to drink?" I shook my head in response. "Relax," he said, shaking my shoulders a little to loosen me up. I didn't comply. His arm began sliding down my back, until it was around my waist with his hand resting on my hip.

As soon as Fang caught sight of that, he pulled me out of Dylan's disgusting grip. "I'm sorry about him. I don't know how he snuck alcohol, but he did. Just ignore him and don't let him touch you; trust me, you do not want to get involved with that guy."

Fang let go of my arm after he had successfully gotten my away from Dylan's grip, but I immediately missed the feeling of Fang holding on to me. I already felt connected with him, even though I had known him for a day. Something between us was electric.

I thanked Fang for getting me away from Dylan and mingled with some people. Nudge and I ended up hanging out most of the night and she introduced me to a lot of kids from our grade. She did talk a ton, but at least she was pretty nice to me. I made my way into the kitchen and realized it was already eleven o'clock. I was the only one in there and needed something to drink. I grabbed a red cup and was going to fill it up with some water, when I heard someone else walk in. Dylan.

"Oh, Max, nice to see you again," He said, walking into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of beer. "Here, I'll pour this for you," he mumbled, grabbing a different cup and pouring the can in.

"I'm all set, I just wanted some water," I said, trying to stay far away from him like Fang advised. Dylan refused my decline and brought the beer over towards me. But of course, on his way over he tripped, and managed to spill the sticky liquid all over me and my dress. I stood there in shock as I replayed the whole scene in my head.

"I'm sorry, let me clean that up for you," Dylan slurred, grabbing a towel and pressing it on my body. I pushed him away as hard as I could and escaped the kitchen. As I was leaving, I ran into something hard. Oh wait, that was Fang.

"Max, what happened?" He asked, staring down at my now stained dress. "Come with me, I'll grab you some clean clothes."

"Dylan spilled beer on me in the kitchen," I told him, following him up a grand stair case.

"He's so stupid," Fang said, leading me down a hall way and into a room. I figured it was his bedroom, considering the walls were navy blue, which perfectly suited him. There was a bed, a dresser, and a TV in the room with big open windows overlooking the backyard.

I instantly took off my jean jacket, in a hurry to get the gross, sticky clothes off my body. Fang laid out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on his bed for me. "Thank you so much," I told him, as he turned to go.

"No problem, just come back down when you're ready," He said sweetly, his eyes lingering on mine.

"Wait," I said, as I struggled to pull my dress off as he left the room. Fang poked his head in the door. "Can you unzip my dress?"

"Oh…sure," Fang said. He came back in the room, and I turned away from him pulling my hair over my shoulder. I couldn't wait to get this thing off. I hate dresses, and I hate beer.

I felt Fang's warm fingers graze my neck as he found the zipper to my dress. He gently tugged it downwards, and froze when he had unzipped my dress about halfway down my back. "Is it stuck?" I asked, wriggling a bit to try to get it unstuck.

Then I remembered.

I had wings.

I was paralyzed, my lungs stopped, and everything froze except for the blood gushing through my veins. I turned around after what felt like years to see Fang's shocked face staring back at mine. "Fang…"

In the next moment, Fang had already pulled off his shirt and unfurled a beautiful pair of raven wings. Okay, now I was the shocked one.