Lissa.

Just the name sounded vile. Sadly she was in each and every single damn one of my classes.

I hated her.

No it's not because she's dating Fang. Fang and I don't have feelings for each other... Do we? I mean we've been best friends since we were like 4. We couldn't... Date... Plus I'm Maximum Ride... I don't get jealous...

Right as I thought that I turned a corner to see the two making out against a locker.

Okay. Maximum Ride gets jealous. Maximum Ride also gets mad. Maximum Ride thinks Fang is acting like a manwhore as well... Maximum Ride wants to know why Maximum Ride is talking in the third person.

You see?! That's what he does to me.

Worst of all they were making out on, not anyone else's but, my locker. Which sucked. A lot.

"'Scuse me, but do you two mind waiting a couple seconds before swallowing each other again, so I can get to my locker?" I said grudgingly.

"Oh, hey Max." He said as if he hadn't seen me.

"Yeah. Hey..." I said barely acknowledging him.

"Something wrong?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Nope. Keep making out with... That. And don't mind me. I'm perfectly happy." I said grabbing my books and slamming my locker as hard as I could. I heard a clatter and knew it had snapped off. I also heard a scream. The locker had landed on Lissa's foot. I would've laughed if I hadn't looked over my shoulder to see Fang holding her bridal style and kissing her all the way to the nurses office.

I sat down at lunch to see across the lunch room Fang and Lissa. Lissa sitting on his lap, her legs wrapped around his back, arms around his neck. They were practically removing each others clothing.

I sat down with Ella and looked over.

"Such a shithead."

"I know you like him." Ella said countering. I angrily smacked a hand over her mouth.

"Shut. Up. Right. Now. Before. You. Regret. Everything."

"He's hot, I'll admit." I shot her a look,"I'm glad you like him. But if you really want to get his attention. I've got an idea."

I thought on it. I looked over. I'll admit. It was an "Ella-Plan" and everyone knows they end up worse then a "Max-Cooking-Plan".

I sighed,"I'm listening."

"We'll talk more on this later." She said as if she were a spy.