Hey guys, second chapter! Just as short as the first chapter, and still no Fang. But fret not, there'll be Fang in the next chapter! The first two chapters are just trying to establish the relationship between Lissa and Max, because of the song lyrics. Now thinking about it, I probably could've put the two lines together and made the first two chapters one normal sized chapters. Ah well.

Enjoy!

Summary: Lissa Harold is used to having any guy she wants. Her next target, Max's Biology partner Fang Ride. But he has his eye on someone else. Max.

Disclaimer: All characters, plots and familiar content are copyright of James Patterson and any reproduced content are only used for creative purposes. Also, all music, songs and lyrics reproduced and mentioned are property of the artists respectively and are only used for creative purposes.

Nothing You Can Do
Chapter Two: Not My Type

-:-:-:- She's like a coke bottle the way she has him made of plastic -:-:-:-

"Hey sexy," a deep voice sounded in Max's ear, but it wasn't directed at her. At least she was sure it wasn't. The blonde was talking to Lissa, but Max didn't miss the wink he threw in her direction. Pig.

Lissa turned and smiled at the blonde football jock; one of her latest boy-toys. "Hey cutie."

She briefly flashed him her signature, heart stopping smile and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Brad sent a perfect white smiled in return and propped his arm against the lockers above Lissa's head.

Max's face contorted into one of disgust as she stashed her books into her locker, which was unfortunately two down from Lissa's.

"So I've been working out," Brad began and Max resisted the urge to gag. He held his hand up and flexed his bicep so that his throwing arm was bulging. "Feel it."

Max dry retched. What a wiener. I've been working out buddy, she thought sarcastically, you don't see me flashing my abs at everyone.

Lissa laughed flirtatiously as she squeezed his bicep. "Impressive."

Brad grinned at her approval and straightened up. "Well, I've got class, but I'll call you later?"

She nodded. "Sure. If I'm free."

"Alright, alright!" Brad nodded enthusiastically. "Cool, I'll call you. Soon."

He pushed himself off the metal lockers and walked off, taking a not-so-subtle look at Lissa's and Max's figure on the way. Max glared at him, and he met her eyes and winked. Max stuck her finger in her mouth and pretended to regurgitate her lunch back up. He wasn't disheartened, and gestured at her with the universal "call me" hand signal.

Max blamed the short running shorts she was currently wearing. That, and the tight-fitting t-shirt. But it was easier to move in and much more comfortable to play her sport, instead of the baggy attire she used to wear in her younger years.

She spun on her heel and turned her attention to Lissa. "Another one Lissa? At this rate you'll run out of boys before the end of the week. And it's only the beginning of the year!"

Lissa turned to face Max. "Well would you look at that! Max Martinez actually has a figure! You wouldn't be able tell from all that material you used to wear."

"At least I'm dressed decently," Max sneered back.

Their insults were childish and not necessarily true. Lissa showed as much skin as Max did in her sporting gear and Max's fashion taste had refined since her baggy-shorts days.

Lissa rolled her eyes, "Whatever." She turned her face to her locker door, where a face-sized mirror hung, "I could hook you up with Brad if you want. He's kinda getting boring, you know? I need fresh meat."

Max snorted at the typicalness of Lissa's reason for offering to help her hook up with Brad. "No I'm right, thanks. He's not my type."

Lissa raised a perfectly-shaped brow. "Sporty, hot and blonde not your type? Hmm, I would've thought because you're so sporty, he would've been your type."

Max took a swig from her water bottle. "Jerk, isn't my type."

Lissa turned back to her locker. "Whatever. Your loss."

"I'll try not to cry myself to sleep tonight." Max held a hand to her heart.

"Well," Lissa flipped her hair over her shoulder and slammed her locker shut, clutching her books for her next class to her chest with her left arm, and hooked her handbag into the crook of her right arm, "you have my number if you change your mind. Toodles!"

Max wiggled her fingers at Lissa and faked a sweet smile. "Bye babe!"

Read, review and love ya guys,
- FlowerChild22