I walked through the halls of my school, avoiding the looks people were giving me. You see, I go to Green's School for the Gifted, GSG for short. Obviously, it's a private school, in which families invest a lot of money for their children to attend. Everyone here is filthy rich.

With the filthy richness came uniforms. We had these ugly, plain, button up, white shirts, which must be tucked in. Girls wear these awful red and black, plaid skirts, while boys wore black slacks. Worst of all, we had to wear either, lace up dress shoes with black socks that went up to our knees, or ballet flats. I chose to wear ballet flats.

If you haven't noticed, it's junior year, and I am the new kid. Very few people are smart enough to get accepted, so the junior class consists of about 25 people, and the entire school together has about 100. God knows everyone knows every face.

So, I hugged my books to my chest and looked down as a girl came walking down the hallway. Her shirt was unbuttoned, far enough for me to feel really uncomfortable, and her skirt was pulled up to about…upper thigh. She wore black stilettos, and her tie, with the school's insignia, was pulled up high so it hung in a very awkward spot. I looked down; my clothes were exactly as they should have been.

A boy with black hair, and dark eyes came striding over to her. His shirt was also unbuttoned, but just enough to make a girl drool…other girls, not me. He also did not tuck his shirt in, and it was messy, as if he was just making out heavily with a girl. My questions were soon answered as he walked up behind the girl and kissed her neck, and she giggled.

"Long time, no see." She said, turning around and pinning him against a locker. I hadn't noticed that I'd stopped in the middle of the hallway to watch them. Everyone was staring at me in a different way, like, what is she doing? The boy's eyes trailed over to me, and he pulled away from the girl and glanced at me, putting his hand on her back and walking away.

I inhaled deeply, trying to keep on walking, but something about him had made me stop. My next class was civics, with Mrs. Hubbard. With slow steps, I walked into the classroom. "Hello! You must be Maxine Martinez! Oh, pardon me class; I need to go grab a book for Maxine!" She hurried out of the classroom, leaving me standing there, in an awkward position. Some people ignored me and went back to talking, most people stared at me. The only empty seat in the class was next to the boy from earlier. The girl was nowhere to be seen.

Mrs. Hubbard came running back in, her grayed bun coming loose. "In the lord's name, child! I'm so dearly sorry, you can sit right here." She tapped the chair next to the boy with her pen. I set the book she had handed me down next to him and took my seat, trying not to make any noise for fear of more embarrassment. "This is Nicholas. He will be your partner in our grammar bee today." I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, to find he was looking at me. Fang. He wrote on a page in his notebook. Okay. I wrote back.

We quizzed each other in grammar, and then competed. I won. He was clearly playing dumb. "I let you win. I admit it." He finally pronounced a smug look on his face. "New kids such as you deserve to feel smart for a day." Blood crept up the back of my neck, and I straightened my posture. "Well, dumb-butts such as you probably shouldn't hit on other girls when you already have a girlfriend!" I hissed. Immediately, I regretted what I'd said greatly. Blushing more, I watched a small smile creep up to his face.

"You're the girl that was standing in the middle of the hallway, with jealousy dripping from every part of your body. Every part." He winked. "Ugh! You sick, disgusting, sexist pig! Why would I ever be jealous of her?! All she's got is you!" He put a hand to his chest, faking hurt. "The lord doesn't like those words, Maxine!" He said, loud enough for Mrs. Hubbard to hear.

"What words?" She asked, snapping her head up. "F-Nick was just kidding, Mrs. Hubbard." I said back, smiling sweetly. The little woman sat back down. "Jerk." I said. He rested a hand on my thigh, sending shivers all through me. I smacked his hand away and smoothed over my skirt. "Oh…I see. It's Maxine, the untouched chick."

"My name is Max." I said stiffly. "And you don't know whether I am untouched or not." For a moment, just a second, Fang's eyes flashed. "The virgin Maxi." He cooed, grinning from ear to ear. I didn't respond; all I did was look down. That was classified information, and he was the last person I would tell.

A bell rang, and I stood up quickly and stormed away.

FANG:

Max stood up, huffing loudly, before whirling around, giving me a nice glimpse of the top of her thighs, and ran out. The image replayed in my mind, her thighs were nicely toned, and part of me believed that there was no way Max was untouched.

The girl had the most amazing eyes…and her hair. I just wanted to reach out and stroke its silky threads. Never mind. It's just my stupid hormones. Lissa is the greatest girlfriend a guy could want. She's hot and she flaunts it, and that's what I like in a girl…I think.

But Max…she was beautiful…ugh screw her. I went to the gym, ignoring Max, who was sitting alone on the opposite side of the bleachers. Coach McAllister came in, blowing his whistle. "There's uniforms in front of every locker in the locker rooms, go get one and get changed." He blew his stupid whistle again, just as Lissa walked in. "Sorry I'm late sir, I had a mix up in the hallway". She smirked, and glanced at me. Her smirk disappeared.

The worst part? Two seconds later, Sam came in, with lip gloss smudges on his face, and neck. I knew it! Lissa has been cheating on me! Groaning, I walked off, just as a pair of sharp nails gripped my bicep. "Fang, baby? Why are you ignoring me?" She was leaning up to kiss me, but I pushed her back.

"If you want to go and make-out with Sam in the hallways, go ahead! Just keep your paws away from me. Slut." I stormed into the guys' locker room, and grabbed a uniform. "Babe!" She screeched.

A few minutes later, I walked out in a white t-shirt that had Bulldogs written on it and black basket ball shorts. Max was talking to some girl, Monique, I think. She prefers to be called Nudge. The shorts were short, the shirt was tight. I could hardly keep my eyes form raking up and down her body. Then, coach clapped my shoulder. "I know, bud. She's going to get eaten alive by some guys this year, eh? Nice, athlete's legs that broad's got, huh?" Can we say creepy? "Yeah, I guess." Chuckling, he walked away. Sam walked out, with his hand hovering over Lissa's butt. The both smiled at me, with bad intentions.

Groaning, I walked over to Iggy, who was shooting hoops. "Hey, have you seen the new girl? She's so hot!" Oddly, my anger got angrier. Max wasn't hot she was beautiful. "Don't look now, but she's coming this way with Nudge." I looked. That was stupid. She was even prettier when she walked. "Iggy!" Nudge squeaked, running over and kissing his cheek.

Max stood awkwardly between me and Iggy, and I felt bad for everything that happened earlier. "So Fang, I heard you broke up with Lissa. I would like to be the first to say, congrats!" Nudge said, grinning at me, and nodding her head toward Max for some reason. I just nodded. Iggy is my twin, equally attractive and popular. He's dating Nudge, a relatively pretty girl. They're definitely in love.

Later, after we prayed in third hour, and Max sat with us at lunch, becoming instantly popular, I went home in my black Ferrari. Max had one too, but it was a newer version, and fire red. Probably like thousands of dollars more than mine. I drove home and she followed me the whole way, I watched her through my rear view mirror. Was she stalking me? Nope, because she pulled into the house next door to mine.

The bad part of this? Her house was five bedrooms, a courtyard, and a turret bigger than mine. Groaning, I walked into my house, plopping down on the island on our kitchen. "Bad day?" My mom asked, stroking my head. "No…just a new girl. She's really…confusing."

"Are you talking about the Martinez family next door? They just moved in two days ago. They have three children, the middle child being Max, with Ari, the oldest, and Angel, the youngest. Their mother is so nice." I tried not to groan again, so I went up to my room and locked the door, sitting in my bay window and staring blankly. That is, until I saw Max through a window of her house.

She was sitting on her bed with a pile of books. Her bed was huge, with a canopy and sky blue curtains everywhere. Clearly, she was doing homework, until she looked up. Our eyes met for a moment, and I smiled at her, receiving a confused frown. On a piece of paper I wrote, sorry about earlier. She just wrote a huge question mark. Maybe we can try to be friends? She nodded uncertainly.

See you later. She wrote in her neat, swirly scrawl. Hopefully. I wrote, and we smiled at each other, before she got up and walked away. My mood lifted. Hope shone in a silver halo above my head. Max liked me as a friend, and she smiled at me. With a daze, I went down to Iggy's room and sat down. "She smiled at me." I said. "Yeah, whatever. I, unlike you, can keep a girlfriend." He was playing on his X-Box, too busy to listen to me anyways.