A/N: YOOO! Thanks for those who reviewed. And before we start…

-ThunderClouds7: It's more like of a douchebag actually, or someone contemptible. But for moi, I define it as gay.

Fang: And like, that didn't hurt.

Fangster: Suck it up and be a man for once!

Max: Yipee! I'm so figgin' excited. I mean, first day of school with HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN?! That's just… pure awesome.

Fangster: OMG I know! And the fact that his abs—

Fang: Could you please stop talking about abs and help the reader FOR ONCE?!

Fangster: God. It's not like you make the story. –rolls eyes-

Fang: Whatever. Just go on with it.

Max: You always kill the joy, Fang. It's not funny anymore.

CHAPTER 2

---- Max

I woke up and groaned. First day of school. Yay? I rubbed my eyes and groggily went to the kitchen for some food. I didn't notice David sitting on a chair when I opened my fridge. Holy Moly! The Food Fairy did visit me and took the liberty of filling my fridge with sweet, sweet food. I silently thanked the heaven above and grabbed a ready-to-cook Mac 'N Cheese, some bread, two apples, one banana and yeah, one slice of cake.

"Feeding a crowd?" Dave's voice filled the room. I jumped up, surprised, and dropped everything on the floor. Goddamnit. I managed to breathe equal amounts of air and to not burst out and kick David's ass from here, to South Africa so he could starve to death. But then I remembered that he can teleport. Darn it.

"I won't say anything. I won't say anything." I mumbled to myself as I bent down to get all of the food that I dropped. I cooked my Mac 'N Cheese in my microwave and settled myself on the table, across from David. I glared at him while chewing my food.

"Manners Max, please." He begged, obviously disgusted with my noisy chewing. Oh, how so gay of him.

"Orgreyedayduncer." I spoke, my mouth full of Mac 'N Cheese.

"Ugh, disgusting." He got up and sat leaned my counter instead. "Well anyway, hurry up showering. We have two more hours before class starts, and I'll take the liberty of taking us there."

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled and continued eating. I stared at David, contemplating his attire for school today. He was wearing a white polo, black pants and a black coat. His hair was kind of messy, but it didn't look dirty. Why does he have to look like a freaking model all the time? I grimaced and continued chomping on my food like there's no tomorrow.

After showering, I put on a white tank top, imprinted with a RIOT! on its side, denim jeans, black flats and to cover up my bare skin and my wings, a leather jacket. I tried my best to avoid cutting huge slits on my jacket for my wings. I sighed and pulled my hair into a neat ponytail. My bangs fell and covered my eyes, so I pushed it away, but I know it'll fall again later. I grabbed my body bag and went to the living room to meet David.

"I'm ready." I announced. David stood up and turned to me. I saw him scrutinizing my look from head to toe, but I ignored him. Who cares? It's not like someone's going to catch me and take me to Fashion Prison. I mean, what the hell. "How are we going to go to school?"

David coughed and looked away. "I have a car, dumbass. I'll take us there."

"Do you have a license?" I asked him, wide-eyed.

It took about five seconds before we burst out laughing and clutching our stomach for air.

We arrived at school after thirty minutes, leaving another thirty minutes for preparations. I glanced at the school and shivered. It was BIG. I mean it, with all caps on. David saw my face and chuckled. But… wait a minute. How can I even afford a year in this fancy school?

"How… How did I pay for this bullshit?" I asked him, horrified.

"Trust me, it was enough. Schools are really like this, Max. It's not different from the school when you were with Anne. This is just… bigger because it has its own gymnasium and the gradeschoolers have their own building." He explained as he parked his car near the office. I'm sure David's trying his best to blend in. Have you seen his car? It's a Mercedez Brabus Black Baron. A 2010 model. And mind you, he told me all of that crap proudly, and he also told me how he stole this without getting noticed. Lucky.

We got out of the car and headed towards the office. "I'll handle this." David said and walked towards the old lady with glasses.

He started mumbling something so low that even my raptor hearing won't make it out, and I'm only standing two feet away from him! I just heard him say "Thanks," in the end. He handed me my schedule.

"You're going to have different classes like Geometry, Trigonometry and Chemistry. I won't have those. But we have PE, G&T, lunch and recess together. Is that okay?" he was busy taking care of some papers while I was busy mumbling how hell found its way to me again.

"Well, I have to go to class. See you, Max." He gave me an awkward hug and raced towards his first class. I snorted and offered myself to my sense of direction, because the fool didn't give me a map. My first class was Homeroom. Dang it.

Unfortunately, I got lost and went to class five minutes late. I know, all powerful Maximum Ride getting lost is like extremely impossible. My sense of direction actually works on wide open areas, not isolated, creepy and hell-like places like this. I knocked on the door and the teacher grinned at me.

"Ah. You're not absent after all, Ms. Maxine Ride." He checked something in a paper and motioned me to take a seat. I forced myself to smile back, but it was masked with a glare on my face. Yay, first impression: a retard. I sat on the last row and positioned myself comfortably on my desk so my wings won't get sore from an hour of sitting. Oops, I almost forgot. I raised my hand and the teacher noticed me immediately, "Um, it's actually Maximum Ride. Not Maxine. And yeah, just call me Max."

"Well, okay then Max." He smiled and wrote his name on the blackboard: Mr. Rodriguez. Cool. I decided that I like him already.

Someone made a hissing sound beside me, like a snake. "Pssst."

I turned to my left and saw this lanky kid leaning towards me. He's got a surprising amount of acne on one side of his face and he wears braces. I grimaced and leaned away from him. Apparently, he ignored it. He chuckled quietly.

"I'm Freddie." He snuck his hand out for me to shake. I could already see tiny beads of sweat erupting from the pores in his hand. I almost puked, but was distracted when someone hissed to my other side again. But his hissing was the normal kind. Like a regular person, not a snake.

I turned to my right and was stunned immediately as my brown eyes locked on green—very green—ones. "Whoa." I choked out. His hair was a confusing shade of blonde and brown. I don't know. And he has an unbearable face, people like him should be banned. The guy was fucking gorgeous. There, I said it. Happy now? He waved at me and whispered, "Don't mind him. He's always like that. That's why no one sits next to him. I'm JP by the way. Short for John Paul." He smiled and white teeth blinded me.

"Oh okay. I'm Max." I looked away and leaned a little to my left. Okay, so what is this? To my left is an ugly guy and to my right is a prince charming? What the hell. I coughed silently and started taking notes. Mr. Rodriguez was writing our schedule for the upcoming activities we'll be having this month. Next week would be an educational fieldtrip. Aw man.

Homeroom ended in a glitch. I sat and bolted for the door right away. I met David outside and relief washed over me. He had removed his coat, and probably left it in his locker. David smiled back and walked beside me. Before I could ask him how his first class went, JP tapped my shoulder.

I turned to him and was again amazed by his gorgeous looks. Holy shit. This man is really, really different. You can't compare him to that faggot, Edward Cullen. He has nothing against this dude. I shook my head violently and focused on his Abercrombie shirt instead. "Hey Max, what's your next class?" he asked, his voice so silky enough that made me want to cling to him to save my day.

Okay, erase that crap.

"Err. I have… Chemistry." I tried to look anywhere, just to avoiding the intensity of his gaze. I felt Dave tense beside me.

"Cool. I have Chem too. Want me to walk you there?" he asked, and truth to be told, a little hopefully.

"Um. I'm walking with David," I glanced at David and he glanced at me, eyes hard. I smiled a little and turned to JP again, "So… see you there?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you." He smiled so sweetly that his white straight teeth glistened under the fluorescents.

David walked me to class silently. I couldn't take the silence anymore, so I stopped dead and faced him. He noticed me stop, so he stopped on his tracks too. "What?" he asked coldly.

"Why are you being so quiet?"

"Nothing. Homeroom was horrible." David explained, not looking at me. I'm not stupid enough to identify lies, you know. I immediately detected his jaw clenching, his eyes hard… so I know he was lying to me. But you know, I dropped the matter. He should thank the heavens for this. I'm usually not the subject-dropper type. I just don't want any fights to happen between us.

David dropped me to my class and I headed in without saying a word to him. There was nobody I know, except for JP, of course. He waved at me and I waved unenthusiastically back. But he already has a partner. Dang it. I sat on a lonely stool all by myself. I pretended to not notice the eyes that followed my every move. It was weird, but I'm Maximum Ride. I rolled my eyes and glared. Poor lass. I must've looked like an anti-social freak.

Class started with a teacher who definitely reminded me of Professor Snape from Harry Potter. He was mysterious and silent while discussing the lesson, and he introduced himself as Mr. Mortimer. I rarely glanced at him and focused my eyes on the book, but was distracted when someone out-of-breath knocked on the door.

"HEY! Uh.. I'm sorry I'm late Professor Mortimer." The boy said, panting. He has brown hair that reached to his eyes. That's all I can see apart from the white v-neck and black jeans he's wearing.

"Well then, Mr. –" Mr. Mortimer checked the class attendance, "—Bell, you arrived at last." The Bell guy handed Mr. Mortimer a piece of paper and glanced at the room. There was only one empty seat left, and it was next to me. He noticed it too, because he half-ran to me and seated himself down. I faked a cough and busily occupied myself with the book.

"Hey, I'm James." He whispered to me. I noticed that his brown hair touched his eyes as he bent his head to whisper. My face felt hot, but covered it with my thick Chemistry book.

"I'm Maximum. Uh, but just call me Max." I smiled, but remembered that he can't see half of my face.

"Okay then." He grinned and pulled out his book from his body bag. "Do you mind telling me what page we're on?" he asked quietly.

"Erm.. 23." I said too quickly.

After a minute of silence and contemplation, James tried to make an actual conversation with me.

"You know, that guy reminds me of someone I saw… like a movie." He tapped his chin with his hand and stared questioningly at Mr. Mortimer.

"Snape." I blurted out. Dammit. I wasn't supposed to answer that stupid question!

"HOLY MACARONI. You're right!" He chuckled quietly, "With the mystery and stuff, and the black hair and the facial expressions."

"I know." I smiled. Okay, I like this guy already. He wasn't probably an Eraser. I moved my book aside and listened to Mr. Mortimer instead.

"Your hair looks cool," he said. I turned to him and saw him scrutinizing my hair. Yes, I know my hair has natural blonde highlights because of too much exposure from the sun, but I have to admit… it kinda has a pretty effect on me.

"Thanks," I felt my face heat up again.

"Oh. No need to be shy, Max. I'll stop complimenting you if you want to." He looked serious, which made me laugh harder, trying my best not to make any noise.

Unfortunately, I did make noise. And Mr. Mortimer heard it, and yeah, half of the class did also.

"Is there any problem there, Maximum… and Bell?" Mr. Mortimer raised an eyebrow at us, his hand still in the air after writing on the board. My face felt even hotter as I shook my head.

"Uh, nothing's wrong, Mr. Mortimer. I was just showing off my Chemistry skills, but it turned out it wasn't good enough, so Max laughed." James spoke quietly and sadly. I almost laughed again, but I bent my face instead.

"One more noise will give you three days of detention, remember that." Mr. Mortimer warned us with a glare. I snorted very, very quietly and bent my head to James' direction. I mouthed a 'thank you.' He smiled and did an 'ok' sign with his left hand. I smiled back.

Chemistry was done and I decided to hang-out with James for a while, since David didn't bother on picking me up. That jerk.

It turned out James and I have English together. This is going to be a blast. It's good to find a friend other than David today. It feels like, I actually belong.

I smiled and walked to my next class with James.

YAY! So second chapter!

Fangster: Too tired to say anything. It's 2am here. :( Well anyways, review please! *blows kisses*

Fang: -does the matrix move to avoid my air kisses-

Fangster: JERK.