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It will all be in Max's Point of View.

A boyfriend. That was what I wanted right now.

Until now, I'd never taken any interest in boys. They were immature, unsanitary, sexist pigs. I rarely talked to them, much less dated them. Deep down, though, I was always dreaming of my Prince Charming. But I hadn't found that boy yet.

That was until the party that changed my life.

My best friend, Nudge, and my twin sister, Ella, were invited to an all-juniors party and insisted on bringing me along. I was planning to turn her down, as usual, but Nudge's Bambi eyes got the best of me once again. I hoped she didn't know she practically had me wrapped around her finger.

Not only did Nudge drag me to a party, but she made me were a freaking dress. I tried to fight my way out of that, but Nudge and Ella remembered to bring backup (aka my adorable little sister, Angel). An hour before the party began, I was adorned in a fancy red dress. Nudge didn't put any makeup on me, thank God, because she said I already looked 'delicious'. Was my red dress really that appetizing?

Nudge and Ella had been trying to set me up with since middle school, but I always shut down them efforts before they could get far. The best she managed was to get me alone in a room with some random guy. After a slap to the face, he was out of there.

After this party, though, my view on life was turned completely upside down.

According to Nudge, the party was hosted by Sam Rothfleisch, the grade's primary player. I silently swore not to open a single door in the house that wasn't on the main floor in fear of getting scarred for life by what lay behind the door.

Thirty minutes before the party started, Nudge, Ella, and I left our house. During the ride, Ella gave me a brief background on junior parties. I mentally went over safety procedures for the party: avoid drawing attention at all costs, don't drink a drop of liquid, and do not make eye contact with boys.

We pulled into Sam's neighborhood several minutes after the party started. Already, rows of cars were lined up in front of Sam's house. Nudge, Ella, and I carefully exited her car and walked to the front door. Nudge knocked on the door, and it opened in seconds.

"Thanks for coming, girls," he said, eyeing us up and down. I immediately felt self-conscious of the low V-necked dress Nudge picked out for me.

"No problem," Nudge replied with a smile. She was always a sucker for hot guys, regardless of how sick and perverted they were.

"Everyone's over there," Sam said, pointing down a long corridor leading to the living room.

As I walked down the hallway, I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Nudge told me it was because I looked beautiful, but I suspected everyone was just thinking, "Max in a dress? What is the world coming to?"

In the living room, the first thing I noticed was how many couples there were making out. They found some really creative places to set down, like fireplaces? Really? And how did all this happen within the first five minutes of the party?

Under most circumstances, I would've cringed at the sight and gotten the hell out of there.

But this time, I was jealous. Jealous. I was actually jealous of a bunch of couples slobbering all over each other. I blamed overactive teenage hormones.

Fighting the urge to grab someone and spontaneously make out with them, I spun on my heels and walked to the kitchen. Nudge and Ella were already out of my sight, probably talking to some boys.

"Whoa, there," a soft, deep voice said. I felt a pair of strong arms latch around my shoulders and steady me. I hadn't realized I was inches away from knocking over a bowl of punch.

I looked up to find myself face-to-face with a tall, dark-haired, handsome boy wearing a black shirt and black jeans. I vaguely remembered seeing him in the hallway here and there. He was one of the hottest boys in the school, but he was careful with his girlfriend selection. He wasn't a player who went around using girls for their bodies. If decent men existed, he was one of them.

"Uh, thanks," I said awkwardly. The boy looked at me with his deep black eyes. I felt like I was being sucked into them into another world.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Maximum Ride. What's yours?"

"Nicholas Walker. I go by Fang." Oh, that was him. Plenty of girls talked about him and his looks. He didn't seem like a conceited guy, though. Fang was just naturally handsome. "Pleased to meet you, Max," he said, extending his hand to shake. I clasped it firmly and shook his hand hard. "So, what brings you here? I don't usually see you around at parties," he asked.

"My best friend forced me to go. I couldn't stand being in the same room as all those sloppy couples," I lied.

Fang laughed, a soft laugh that made my heart skip a beat. "I don't blame you."

"You're usually surrounded by girls. Why aren't you in there?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "Single right now. I don't kiss girls unless we're officially together. Can't mess with their feelings like that."

"Finally, a guy who actually respects girls. I thought they didn't exist anymore."

Fang smiled. "I take it you've never dated before?"

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.

"Have you ever been interested in dating?"

"Well, a little. It's just that all the guys at school are so egotistical I can't even talk to them, much less go out with them."

"I know a way to help you, if you're willing to accept my help."

"I'm fine," I replied, way too quickly and urgently to sound believable. Fang raised his eyebrows. "Okay, sure. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, my friend has a football game tomorrow at Oakcrest. I'm going to watch him. There will be plenty of junior and senior guys there, and I promise they're better than the juniors at Westpoint." I looked at him. Fang, the hottest guy in the school, was willing to help an unpopular girl he just met find a date? Maybe boys weren't so bad after all. I felt weird thinking this, but Fang helped restore my faith in the male gender.

Why the hell not, I thought. I had nothing to lose by doing this besides a few hours of my time. I slowly nodded, looking Fang in the eye.

"That sounds good."

He grinned. "I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow, okay? The game's at one."

"Thanks a lot, Fang."

"Don't mention it. I think you'll get along well with my friend, by the way."

"He's a guy, right?"

"He is, but he's nothing like the guys here. He's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. His name is James, by the way, but people call him Iggy."

"Um, okay. You think he'll give me a chance?" Fang stared at me for a second, and then slowly smiled.

"I'm not sure. We'll have to see. He's a great guy, though."

"A great guy? I have to see it to believe it."

"You're seeing it right now, are you not?"

"Huh. I guess so." Suddenly, it dawned on me that I just had a civilized conversation with a guy. Maybe I wasn't so hopeless after all.

"Don't worry about it, Max. You'll find someone within a month, I promise."

"I'm glad you have ambitious expectations of me." Fang raised his eyebrows.

"No, it's just that with your open distrust of males, I'm sure it won't be easy for me to find someone for you."

"You got that right," I said, in a mock-serious tone. Fang chuckled. After a moment of not responding, Fang stood up.

"Well, I'll be going now. Friends to catch. But can I enter my number on your phone first?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, fishing my phone out of my bag and handing it to him. He pressed a few buttons and handed it back. He offered me his phone, and I did the same. I put my phone back in my purse. "See you later, Fang."

"Later," he said, turning around and walking off. I let the last fifteen minutes sink in. I made a male friend, for the what, first time in my life? He was a man of few words, but they were all he needed to communicate. Most importantly, he seemed like a good guy. The rumors were correct: he was indeed hot, he was kind, and he wasn't stuck-up. He was absolutely nothing like the other boys.

Fang really was a special guy.

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