Summary: Max is popular. Fang is a bad boy. It's a game of cat and mouse. But what's in store for them?
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Chapter 1 - Starting Now
I walked down the halls, my blonde hair swaying behind my head in a halo of goodness. But was I ever actually good? Sometimes, even my mother doubted it.
Being the first week of school, I was taught to strut my stuff every time I had the chance. I had gone shopping with Angel and Nudge last weekend and bought a ton of clothes. Which I was wearing right now; a periwinkle blue coloured crop top that showed my mid drift and short cut of jeans. To top it off, I paired it with purple strap heels and a colourful flower ring.
After our clothes, we got our hair done. I got mine dyed underneath with a burgundy red, and then a thick streak of blonde near my side bangs. Altogether, I looked pretty damn awesome. And I had some ass to kick.
"SAM!" I screamed through the halls. Every one stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at me. Even Sam, when I eventually spotted him. I waltzed up to him, my hips swaying like I knew they would, and bitch slapped him across the face. Everyone gasped. I heard a quiet chuckle and grinned. At least I was entertaining someone.
"What's your problem?" Sam asked, his voice cracking at the end.
"You're my problem. I found out about that little slut Lissa. Starting now, you no longer come anywhere near me. You don't sit next to me in class, you don't sit next to me at lunch. Starting now, you don't have anything to do with me. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly." Sam said hoarsely. He turned around stiffly and walked away, leaving everyone looking at me like I was crazy. Sam and I were the closest and couple in school. Everyone who needed advice came to us, and everyone loved us. It wasn't because of what we were or what we looked like that made us popular. It was who we were together that made us popular.
"What are you looking at? Go!" I said, locking eyes with a dark haired boy in my class. He hesitated before walking away like the rest of the school.
I walked to my class, sitting at my seat in the back of the room. Pulling my camera out of my handbag, I flickered through all the photo's of Sam and I. In some of them, his chestnut hair and tortoise shell coloured eyes were glinting in the sun as he looked off in the distance, and in others, he's got his sexy smirk and beautiful smile going. Then, purely by accident, I found some pictures of me I had never seen before. They were beautiful. Like figures of my body, all black, with the setting sun in the back ground.
I breathed in deeply, wondering whether I had done the right thing or not. He was with Lissa, Max. Of course he was the one who did wrong. I sighed, rubbing my head with my hand. Definitely PMS-y today.
I flickered through the photos again, debating in my head whether to delete them or not. It got the the point where I clicked the delete button on one of them. I quickly cancelled and sighed, staring at the picture I was about to delete. Sam and I laughing at something.
In the reflection of the camera, I saw someone looking down over my shoulder. Stalker, much?
"I know you're there." I said, shutting the camera down.
"You do photography?" a deep voice asked. I got out of my seat, turning so I was sitting on the desk, and put the camera back in my bag.
The dark haired boy who I had seen earlier was leaning on the table opposite me. He had deep black eyes, almost onyx, and shaggy black hair that tinted dark brown in the sunlight that was streaming through the windows. He had fairly toned muscles that bulged from his black polo shirt. I could smell the cigarette smoke from his clothes, slightly covered by his sexy smelling aftershave. So, I thought, he was one of the bad boys.
"The name's Fang," Fang simply said, giving me a look over. I suddenly felt self conscious about my navel piercing. It was plain ruby with a dangling wolf. He looked up into my eyes, a seductive smirk on his face. He raised his eyebrow and that said it all. "And I believe you're Maximum Ride."
Instead of looking small and vulnerable like I was feeling, I put a look of indifference on my face and played along. "And I believe your name is actually Nick."
Fang's eyes narrowed, but the smirk on his face deepened. "Please, call me Fang."
"I'll try to remember, Nick." I replied, earning a glare I gladly returned. As everyone else came in, they hushed at the staring contest between Fang and I.
"It was nice talking to you, Maximum Ride." Fang said, a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Turning around and falling back into my seat, Sam gingerly walked into the room. His gaze met mine and he sat on the opposite side of the room, obviously avoiding me. The teacher walked in, and the teaching begun.
By third session, the voices talking about Sam and I couldn't be ignored.
"Do you really think he cheated on her?" "What if he had sex with Lissa?" "Do you reckon Lissa's pregnant?"
And then it got out of hand with the last comment; "Maybe Sam wanted more then one turn on the horsey." And I bet you could guess whose voice said it. If you guessed Fang, surprise surprise, your'e right.
Sam shoved his chair back and stalked from the classroom, leaving everyone in shock. Sam hardly ever snapped. When he did, though, it was for a good reason.
I got up and gave Fang my best death stare before walking after Sam. When I finally reached him, he was haunched over on the lunch field.
"Hey," I said, sitting down softly next to him. He didn't say anything for a while, and we sat in silence for about a minute. "You going to talk to me?"
"What's the point?" He replied, looking me in the eyes. "You already publicly disowned me."
"Obviously something ticked you off. I should have come to you first before I did that."
"But you didn't, did you?" Sam sighed, rubbing his head. "It's not true, what they're saying. I didn't have sex with her, and she's definitely not pregnant. I was drunk and she kissed me and I kissed her back. That was all that happened."
"What's up with you being at her party in the first place?"
"I don't know."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, hugging Sam. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me back. "You know I'm here for you."
"Yeah, I know. But... Max, you've gone to far this time."
"Let me make it up to you, please?"
"Max..."
"Please?"
"Fine, fine, but... next time this happens, please come and talk to me first."
"And next time you go to her party, invite me. So the next time you get drunk, you're kissing me instead of her." I laughed, giving Sam a quick peck on the lips. I could feel his smirk and stood up, pulling him up with me. "How can I make it up to you?"
"Party at my place tonight. Invite everyone you can think of. Even Lissa. And then in front of everyone," He whispered, taking my hand in his and pulling me against him. "Say sorry and kiss me."
My eyes narrowed, but I smiled and put my lips an inch from his. "I have a better idea. At lunch today. In front of the whole school I will kiss you and say sorry. And then announce the party tonight."
"Sounds like a plan." He whispered back and kissed me, running his hands gently through my hair. "Let's get back to class."
The bell rung signifying it was lunch. There were only 4 sessions a day, and between session 3 and 4 was lunch. I smiled up at Sam, and we walked hand in hand to the cafeteria, ignoring the looks we got.
When everyone was settled and eating or talking, I walked up to the teachers area with Sam. I found Fang in the crowd and raised an eyebrow quickly. He glared at me, but a smirk appeared on his face. I coughed loudly and waited for the room to be silent.
"I know a lot of you saw what happened this morning," I started, dragging everyone's attention to Sam and I. "I publicly disowned him without his side of the story. And I was wrong. So I'm apologising to anyone who saw what happened."
And then without further adieu, I latched my lips on Sam's. A round of applause started in the cafeteria and it got louder and louder. I broke away from him with a grin on my face, and turned back to the people. "Party at Sam's tonight!"
That's when people started whooping.