Hey, new story.

This prologue/first chap is intensely short, and I can assure you that the rest of the chapters will be longer. I cross my heart.

Highlight of the Day: A cop came into our school to give a presentation about violence. When she was finished, she said she'd be back on Friday to give a presentation on drugs. My principal walked up and said "We love drugs."

Prologue

Sometimes life comes at you like a giant cosmic sucker punch that hurts like a tidal wave of BITCH. That's how I felt the day she told me.

She was the one person I'd always known, ever since I could remember. When we were little, she'd pull my hair, beat me at certain sports, splash mud on my face; the type of girl that made you believe that cooties weren't 100% real, and some girls didn't get infected. She was the type of girl who beat guys up and got sent to the principal's office more than anyone else in the school.

When we got to high school, she was the type of girl who held her own ground; she didn't require a boyfriend. She didn't feel the need to land a senior guy (not that she couldn't) and she hardly ever wore make-up. She wore modest clothes, said whatever she wanted no matter who was listening, and never kept her feminist opinion to herself.

She was smart, she was gorgeous, she was athletic, she was sarcastic, she was bold, she was brave. I'd eventually concluded that she was perfect. The girl I'd known my whole life, the girl I could depend on any day for anything, the only girl I really wanted; and she was moving away. I was falling.

I stood there with her on the driveway, her head on my own, and I could feel her breath on my face and she was trying her best not to cry. The moving truck was parked to the side, and her mom was waiting for her.

"I'll keep in touch," she promised. "I'll call you all the time and I'll come back as soon as I can, I swear."

I nodded.

She blinked away tears. "I'll miss you."

I nodded. "Same here. I love you."

She started to cry, "God Fang, how am I supposed to live without you?"

I hugged her. "I thought you were invincible, right? You'll make it. You'll make amazing friends and you'll have a great time."

She shook her head. "It won't be the same."

"It won't be the same without you there," she cried and I brushed a few stray tears from her cheeks.

Her mom blew the car horn loudly, signaling her that it was time to go. My head was pounding. She began to walk away. She was flawless, perfect, the best girl in the world. I didn't want her to leave.

I reached out to her and grabbed her wrist, turning her towards me. "Don't ever change." I muttered.

She nodded. "Don't change on me either."

She turned back and climbing into the passenger side of the truck. Her mom revved up the engine and I watched the truck go down the street until it was completely out of sight.

"I love you Max."

Chapter 1

"Where the fuck are the chips?" Chris yelled.

"Shut up douche, they're coming!" I scowled.

I hurried and popped open the bag, and went to the fridge to pull out the beers. Heineken, not everyone's favorite, but for some reason, that's all I have.

"Nick, you faggot, hurry up!"

I cursed under my breath and pulled open several different drawers, tossing aside different utensils. I eventually found the right on and grabbed the bottle opener, popping open the bottles, one by one, tossing the caps in to the recycling. That's right, Fang Mason is saving the earth. "The game doesn't start for twenty minutes, so calm down!"

It's a tradition, or at least for the past year and a half. Every Sunday we got together to watch the game, just us guys, no girlfriends allowed. Not like I have one, but Chris, the biggest tool, has a new one every week. Iggy's's been with Carly for three months now, and Gazzy just dumped Stacy. The rest of them are single, I think. And as for football Sundays, it's not always at my place 'cause we change it up every week, so my place isn't always trashed, sometimes they deal with the mess too.

Anyway, it's just another Sunday with the guys, waiting for the game to start. Colts against the Giants, and I'm betting on the Colts. I'd hate to lose $100 to Iggy… and that's when I hear singing. Coming from the room they were in.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" I yelled at them from the kitchen.

"There's some concert going on at Central Park. We're watching it until the game starts. Where are the chips?"

"Welcome back to the Central Park showcase. It's where you see that songs that just might be chart toppers in a few months. All your favourite artists. That was just Katy Perry with 'Peacock' a brand new track. You can head to stores or get her new album on iTunes sometime in August."

I rolled my eyes, and grabbed all the stuff, five beers in each hand and three bag of chips tucked under my arms. I don't know how I do it, I'm just that awesome.

I walked into the room, where they were staring intently at the T.V. I placed the stuff on the table, and looked at them weirdly. "What the fuck is so interesting?"

"Dude, this chick's really hot." Ethan said without removing his eyes from the screen.

I glanced at the screen, where a girl was crossing the stage holding a guitar. She was skinny, with a mess of blonde/brown hair. She was wearing some beat up, scrappy excuse of a dress, which fell loosely off her shoulders. Her fucking bra straps were showing, on live television. In front of children.

"Wow, classy," I said sarcastically, then checked her out, "but she's got nice legs."

"Um, this is my first time performing here in New York, so be nice. Actually, my manager told me to say that, I don't really give a shit." the girl said, her mop of hair covering up her eyes, but her smile was easy to see. Perfect white teeth shining.

Sam gazed at her. "I'd get with that."

Chris laughed. "You'd get with anyone. Remember that chick you picked up last weekend?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Sam scowled, and turned back to the television.

The girl tapped her hand lightly against her guitar. "So anyway, this is my new song that's going to be on my album. Apparently, because this is an 'advertising' thing where you only play part of the song, you won't hear the whole thing, but anyway, this is my new song 'Hit and Quit'"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Watch this song be about some guy who hurt her feelings because he got with her, then left."

I shrugged, taking a sip from my beer. "Probably."

"Why do chicks always get so pissy about that type of stuff? Honestly, why is every single moment so goddamn emotional for them? You sleep with them, and it's like 'I love you!' in the morning."

"I don't know, maybe guys are just total dicks," I suggested, "but after years of behavioral patterns, you think that they would catch on."

Chris clapped. "Thank you, someone who understands. Tell Cindy that."

Sam frowned. "Who the fuck's Cindy?"

Tim smiled. "Chris's new 'girlfriend'. I give it four days."

Chris glared. "Why do you show no faith in me.?"

"Because of years of behavioural patterns. You can't keep a chick, or you just don't want to."

"Why hasn't the girl on t.v. started singing yet?" Gazzy said from the side.

"I don't know. They're getting the band ready?" I shrugged.

Chris was ready to explode. "You know what? I'm going to keep Cindy for a month."

Tim smirked. "I bet five hundred you couldn't last."

"Yeah, you're on. It's not fun to lose money."

The girl on the T.V., strummed her guitar, and we refocused on the television.

"Baby you're some hot stuff

Think you're a super star

Well maybe we can go do it

In the back of your car

Or maybe I'll let you take me

Back to your place

But don't make the mistake of

Thinking I'll stay"

Iggy shook his head. "She's hard core."

"I don't have time

For all of this shit

Don't get your hopes up

'Cause I hate relationships

I do one night stands

Straight from the club

Let me break it to ya

I don't believe in love

And you think I'm a slut,

I don't give a shit

Because the motto I live by

Is hit and quit"

The football game had momentarily been forgotten.

Chris didn't blink. "I think I found my god."

"Holy Shit." Sam said.

I disregarded it, and took a drink of my beer. I'd seen other girls like her, the ones who think they are the shit. "She's probably just some stuck up bitch."

"Dude, are you gay or something? She's hot!"

I shrugged. "I'm just saying."

Tim glared at me. "Come on man, when was the last time you had a girlfriend or anything? Like a relationship, not just dicking around with some girl?"

I rolled my eyes. "Aly."

Chris laughed. "Oh yeah, that was a mess."

"You think? What clued you in, when she set me on fire, or when she brought out the shot gun?"

Tim was still glaring. "Some of us can find happiness."

"Yeah, well girls are idiots, at least 80% of them. They all think they are the shit, or they annoy the fuck out of you. They need you to complement them 24/7 for them to show any form of self esteem, they cling onto you and try to kill you for so much as glancing at another girl. There's so much more to it."

"Maybe you just can't get a girl you wants you other than being just another lay."

"Maybe I don't want to have a relationship Tim!"

"Maybe no one really wants you."

I have anger issues. "Tim, stop being such a little bitch. Just calm you shit."

Tim jumped up and punched my nose, which had almost no effect. I pushed him back, and got ready to kill him.

"Don't Nick," Chris warned.

"Whatever." I muttered, and people cleared a spot for me on the couch, and I took a long drink from my beer.

"Nick, you don't have to be a douche about it."

I ignored him completely. Iggy came and plopped down beside me.

I grabbed the remote, but then the host or whatever started to talk. "That was Maximum Ride right there, who's just been rocketing her way into stardom, taking the music industry by storm, with her 'bad girl' attitude. Next up, we have Boys Like Girls performing, right after the break."

Maximum Ride. Holy fucking shit.

If you've made it all the way down here, you probably have read the chapter. Could you please review? Please? Reviews are like a pot of gold at the end of a river…not really expected but you're sure damn glad it's there.