These first four chapters have been written by The Moon Is Forever. I have adopted it. I hope you enjoy the chapters afterwards as much as you like these first ones.

Fang POV

I stared at the girl in front of me. She had deep, secretive brown eyes and honey blond hair streaked with chocolate brown. Her gaze was cold, hard, unforgiving. She opened her mouth to speak and-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I woke with a start, temporarily forgetting the girl. I groggily turned my head towards my shrieking alarm clock and slammed my fist down on the clock. It shut up contently, while I on the other hand, collapsed back on my bed in exhaustion. That dream… it kept coming back. And no matter how much I slept in, no matter how much I willed it to be finished, the ending would never come. All I ever got to see was her reproachful eyes, but I never heard her voice.

It's just a dream, I scolded myself.

Gazing once more at my alarm clock, I got the found the awful realization that I had slept in. Damn alarm clock. It never did anything right. Jumping off the bed, I slid on some black jeans over my boxers and my signature black shirt.

I ran down stairs, slung the backpack I had prepared the night before over my shoulder, and grabbed my breakfast burrito from a startled mom.

"Bye, Mom!" I called and jumped into my black jeep. Turning the key in the ignition, I mentally cursed. Okay, maybe it was aloud too, but only when I was far enough away from mom. I had a chance at being late on the first day back from spring break, and that wasn't a title I particularly wanted.

Going much more than 'a little' over the speed limit, I made it to school with time to spare. I parked in an open space and got out, grinning. No tardy Fang today.

I felt people nearing me and I dropped the grin. I was the emotionless Fang, so no being happy. But honestly, being emotionless is better than a title of 'the crier' or 'the lunatic', so I was content with being a brick wall.

"Hey man." A hand clapped on my back. "How have you been? It's been forever!"

I rolled my eyes. "Spring break was only a week, Iggy." I turned to face my best friend, Iggy. He was 'the drama king' to many people. He got a role in every school play, but he still managed to be thought to be cool to many people. His strawberry blond hair stood spiked on his head in its usual fashion and his blue eyes shined just as normal. His hand was clasped onto a smaller, more delicate-looking mocha-colored hand.

Nudge. Iggy's girlfriend. Mocha-skin, innocent brown eyes, and black ringlets that surrounded her head. She had one other trait worth dually noting: She could talk. And I mean talk.

"Humph." Iggy crossed his arms. "That's a long time away from my Fangles."

I glared, though not really meaning it. "Don't call me that."

"Oh my freak! Fang, did you hear we're getting a new student in our grade? I heard. It's so great and I heard it's a girl, too. We could totally be…" I started to tune Nudge out, knowing she'd be going on forever. Thinking over the first over her words, I had to hold in a snort. It's a girl. That sounds like something my Uncle Georgie would shout when the pigs on his ranch in Texas had babies. But anyway…

"And that's why purple is my favorite color." Nudge finished. I saw the shrouded look in Iggy's eyes and knew he had done the exact same thing as I had.

"It must suck. Being the new girl, I mean." I dragged the conversation back to the original point.

"Why?" Iggy was obviously back from his oblivious state.

"Because," I shrugged. "We're already half way through senior year. Wouldn't it suck to join a random school when you don't have that many months left in it."

"You're talking a lot today." Nudge stated. I hadn't realized it, but I guess I was. "Not that that's bad! I like it when you talk! It makes me know my boyfriend's best friend isn't a rock!" Nudge backtracked, willing me to keep up with this whole talking routine.

I stood still, not opening my mouth.

"Back to being a rock, then…" Nudge sighed and pulled Iggy after him to go to their 1st period.

Walking towards the school's doors, I spotted a new motorcycle I hadn't seen before. It was a shiny black, streaked with gold paint. The new girl's, it had to be. Well, I guess it wouldn't be too hard for the girl after all. We literally have a 'tough chicks with motorcycle' clique at our school – not that they call themselves that.

I arrived at my 1st class, Mr. Fitch's history class. I plopped down in my normal seat. Soon, I heard a plop next to me and internally groaned. It was one if my admirers. I knew it had to be.

I wasn't wrong, either; as Lissa's shrill voice intruded my peaceful thoughts. That voice. I want to stab it with a knife and- see? Not peaceful anymore. Now, don't get me wrong. Lissa is a nice girl. Petite, long and natural red hair, and freckles. But most of the admirers were actually nice girls, anyway. That didn't change the fact that they could be considered to be stalking me in some states. Sadly, this was not true for California. Besides, how can you ever like a girl who posted a picture of you in your boxers (without your permission) on her own facebook page? That was a terrible day. I was bombarded with 'You and Lissa? Nice catch, man.' From the guys, and 'You and Lissa? Imma kill the bitch.' From the admirers. Not a good day by anyone's standards. Well, maybe Lissa's…

"How was your spring break, Fang?" She asked.

I responded with a small shrug and a, "Fine."

"Cool. Did you go on vacay anywhere?" She smiled. I could almost like her if she didn't stalk me.

"No." Was my only response.

"Attention class! Now, I know you all have gotten used to no school and are ready for summer to be here already, but we are going to get right back into the swing of things." Fitch announced. "But first, we have a new student. Would you like to introduce yourself?"

The girl snorted. "No. Not really." Attitude problem, much? Not that that wasn't normal with the type of teachers we have here at Venmore High.

Mr. Fitch looked startled, removing his normal 'History-is-fun!' expression.

"But I'll do it if you really want me to." She pushed down on her desk to stand up, and then turned to face the rest of the class.

"My name is Maximum Ride. But you all can – no you all will call me Max. I'm an Aquarius and I enjoy long walks on the beach."

But I was to distracted to notice her sarcasm or her potential threat. Because this girl had honey blond hair streaked with chocolate brown. This girl's gaze wasn't as hard or unforgiving as before, but I knew it was her. This girl was the girl in my dreams.