(A/N) This story was inspired by a book I have read, so if anyone is here like, "Hey she copied the plot line, let's sue her!" I am now saying that I did base this story loosely off the plot line of Flipped by Wendelin Van Draanen. By the way, Iggy isn't blind in this story. None of them went to the School.

Fang POV

When I first saw her, I had a feeling I would have a stalker for the rest of my life. Max. She moved into my neighborhood when we were only eleven years old. That first day I saw her was one of the worst days of my life. I was hanging out with my best friend, Iggy, when she decided to barge into my life.

*********Flashback*********

"Fang, come on let's go. There's some girl outside, and she's kinda cute. Not really. She's not girly enough for me. But you might like her." Iggy called from outside. I was getting us some water. I rolled my eyes. Iggy was crazy about girls. And we were only eleven.

"Mom. Going outside." I said shortly. I hated my mom. She was horrible. She had me when she was only fourteen, and Dad left awhile ago. My mom didn't even act like a mom, she acted like my sister. She was young enough to be my sister. She wore short skirts and tight shirts and had a different boyfriend every week. I absolutely hated her. I always would.

My mom walked in wearing too much makeup and perfume, just like always. And what do you know: short skirt and tight shirt. Like I didn't see that one coming. "Whatever. You should know by now I don't care what you want. The only reason I haven't given you away yet is because eventually you'll be able to make money and you're going to be the one paying for my retirement home. You better get me a good place too, and buy me lots of jewelry, what with all the crap I put with from you. You should really get a life. If you can." And this is why I hate my mom. Not only is she a stuck up brat, but she hates me too. It makes my life easier to hate her.

I ignored her sharp comments and walked outside where Iggy was standing talking to my mom. All my friends think my mom is so freaking pretty. But they don't even know her. Yeah, she's only twenty-five, and she is good looking, but she's a brat. I never tell anyone about how she verbally abuses me. I never tell anyone about my father.

I glanced across the street to see some girl with blonde hair helping her parents move stuff in. I didn't think she was pretty. Not even cute. But then again, I liked girls with red hair a lot more. Like Lissa. Man, Lissa was pretty.

When my mom left, Iggy sighed. "Man, your mom is the coolest." It was a good thing I was really good at concealing my emotions. Iggy wouldn't be able to see the disgust I felt towards my mom.

Shrugging, I grabbed the soccer ball that was on the porch and we began to kick the ball back and forth. "Can I play?" Startled, I looked up to see the chick from across the street covered in dirt looking at me with pleading, and somewhat awestruck eyes. I rolled my eyes. She already liked me.

Iggy laughed and said, "Sorry, Blondie, we don't want any other guys playing with us. Maybe if you were a girl."

The girl got this fiery look on her face as she said, "I am a girl! I just don't act like that guy's sister!" She jerked her finger towards me when she said that guy.

"Igs, that was pretty harsh." I declared, not wanting to have this girl start to get defensive and mad. Oh no. I shouldn't have done that. I thought to myself as the girl looked at me gratefully.

She almost flinched though as she said, "I don't really need you to defend me, but that was so nice of you!" She wasn't flirting. She was just grateful, and yet embarrassed and mad at the same time. Great the bi-polar girl has a crush on me.

Holding out her grimy hand, she said, "My name is Max! What's your name?" I concealed my disgust and refused to shake this girl's hand. I didn't want to get all gross and dirty from this chick.

Snickering, Iggy said, "She doesn't act like a girl, she doesn't even have a girly name! Are you sure you aren't a boy in disguise?"

Getting that same angry look on her face she half yelled, "I am! I am a girl! Why do you think I'm not. I just… don't act like most other girls! So you need to just shut up!"

Iggy muttered to me, "Aren't you just so lucky? She's so charming."

I mumbled back, "You're sarcasm isn't necessary."

The girl turned back to me and said, "Look, I think you seem like a nice guy. Do you want to be friends, or something?"

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I said, "No thanks. I have better things to do than to talk to someone like you."

Refusing to be discouraged, she shot back, "But I really think we should just give it a shot. We could be really close friends, if you would just try."

This time, hoping to get her to leave me alone I said, "I'm not interested in someone who doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal hygiene. So you know what? I'm gonna go inside now. Please, just leave me alone."

Iggy said loudly, "Nice one Fang!"

Max looked right at me and stated very seriously, "Okay! But I don't give up easily."

(A/N) So what do you guys think so far? Please review and let me know. I'm going to make short chapters, but I plan on making this story quite long.