Max's POV

Something hit me in the back of the head and I spun around.

Fang Braxlin was sitting behind me, looking up at the ceiling with his innocent-but-I-know-you-know-I'm-not look. I growled and picked up the scrunched up paper he had thrown at me and I threw it back, he was still looking at the ceiling so it hit him in the face. He glared at me and I gave him a sweet innocent smile.

"Max" the teacher said and I spun around and looked at her.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you here?" she asked and I saw she was marking the roll.

"No" I said sarcastically and I could see her trying not to roll her eyes. She continued down the list.

I hate Thursdays. Most people hate Mondays, but I hate Thursdays. It like such a crap day, I've been at school 3 day's already, I'm tired and sick of school and then Thursday has to come and start teasing me like "Ha ha the weekend is coming but I'm just gonna chill here in the week to stop you getting close to the weekend and make your day boring". Stupid Thursday. When I become ruler of the world I'm going to ban all Thursdays.

I looked out the window to where other kids were trying to get to their classes, running late.

Once again I slumped down in my chair to brace myself for another boring day. Everyday going past, the same thing happening, the same people, the same events.

I'd get up in the morning, walk to school, go from class to class, listening to teachers groan on about unimportant things, go home, chill in my room, and go to bed. Then do it all the next day.

I did nothing on the weekends, I had no life whatsoever.

I was a 16 year old teen girl. Most kids my age were out partying on the weekends, I sat in my room.

Don't get me wrong, I did heaps of eventful things in my room. I'd wake up about lunch time, watch some tv, listen to some music, get on my laptop, maybe play some chess against the computer, I was good at chess, maybe read a book, go have a shower, watch some more tv then go to bed. See, heaps of stuff.

My dad was dead and my mum was never home.

I had light brown hair and brown eyes. I was about 5'7 and thin with a few curves. It's not like I wouldn't fit in at the parties, I just didn't like going out. I didn't like people.

One person I definitely didn't like was Fang Braxlin.

I growled as he threw another piece of paper at me.

Fang was a head taller than me with black hair that was slightly longish for most boys around here and his fringe fell over one eye which the girls loved. He had olive tanned skin and dark almost black eyes. Fang was one of those guys who could be the most popular guys in school if he wanted to be, but he stuck to his own group of dumbass friends.

At the moment he was dating the hottest girl in the school. Lissa Young. She was also the most slutty, stupid and whingey girl in the school. Typical Fang.

I picked up the paper to throw it back but noticed some writing on it and unfolded it. Guess what?

I rolled my eyes and wrote underneath it. You finally realised you're a tool?

I threw it at his and soon enough he threw it back.

Noooo. I'm too sexy for my shirt. I gave him an 'as if' look and threw the paper in the bin.

I looked behind me over at Fang and he sent me his 'sexy smile' which was practically a lopsided smirk which made me want to slap him.

He turned away to look at something his friend was doing.

Dylan Lee was Fang's best friend.

Dylan had the same longish hair but without the emo fringe, and Dylan's hair was dark blonde. He was the same height as Fang and his eyes were turquoise. He had the perfect tan like a Californian surfer. Dylan was hot and like Fang could easily be popular to the extreme, but chose not to be. Amazingly with all the girls chasing the douche, he was single.

Something hit me in the arm, stinging it. I looked down to see a red mark on my arm and a rubber band lying beside it. He had flicked a rubber band at me. The jerk!

I turned around and punched him in the arm as hard as I could, giving him a dead arm. His face flinched in pain but he managed to hold his calm façade well.

"Max! Fang!" The teacher snapped.

"Yes?" We asked at the same time, trying to sound innocent.

She knew we had done something we shouldn't have but she didn't know what so we had her there.

"I need you two to go to the supply room and get me three cans, all different size but same weight for our experiment" she said chucking me the keys.

I stormed off muttering under my breath and I felt Fang's presence behind me.

The supply room was practically a metal caged room. Inside was everything, it ranged from old paint brushes to musical instruments to food.

We walked through the office to get to the other side of the school quicker.

As we walked past the sick bay I noticed it was crammed with people.

"Please don't tell me your sick to" the nurse said looking at Fang and I.

"No, just passing through. What's going on?" I asked.

"Thank God. Seems to be a sickness going through" she said and we went on our way, not staying to long in case we caught it.

The supply room was on the other side of the school and I'm sure the teacher just wanted to get rid of us.

"Well this is fun" Fang said breaking the silence.

"Don't talk" I said.

He took a few quick steps so he was walking beside me.

"Don't walk near me" I said, not looking at him.

"You love it" he said and out of the corner of my eye I saw him lifting his arm to put it around me so I elbowed him in the stomach. He bent over holding his stomach and I kept walking. Sure enough a few seconds later he was walking beside me again.

"That was mean Ride" he tisked.

We reached the supply room and I unlocked it and we headed in.

"Found one" Fang said straight away, picking up a can of canned corn.

"Congratulations" I rolled my eyes.

"Found another" he picked up a larger can.

"They have to be the same weight dumbass" I said and he frowned.

"Why you so mean to me Max?" He asked walking up to me, getting right in my face. I took a step back, into a shelf.

"Coz it's fun and you're a tool" I said in a duh tone.

"Fair enough" he said with a lop-sided smile.

"Plus I think you just want a reason to talk and be close to me" he smirked talking a step forward so he was just inches from me and I was backed into a shelf.

"How do you manage to walk with such a big head?" I asked and he grinned even more.

"You like my big head" he said and I gave him a funny look.

"You like every part of my body" he whispered smoothly.

"Your delusional" I hissed back and his grin didn't falter.

Just then an ear-splitting siren went off. We both jumped and looked over at the door. We both knew that siren was for automatic lockdown.

We sprinted for the door but it slammed shut. Just before it had shut there had been a blood curdling scream.