So part of this chapter is going to be in Raina's POV in order to introducing her as a character. I hope you guys enjoy :)

Raina POV

I watched from across the street as Max and Fang met for the first time in years, crossing my fingers hoping that it would go by smoothly. This moment was vital for everything to work. I had sent Fang an anonymous tip that he just might want to do a story on this Makenna (the name that Max had made up for herself so she wasn't as easy to get a hold of by people she really wanted nothing to do with) girl before anyone else did.

It took some hard research to find Max, but if you really wanted to find her you could. She was the silent powerhouse behind the biggest volunteer and fundraiser projects in the city and she was only 19 years old. If Fang didn't do a story on 'Makenna', someone else would. Fang, on the other hand, was super easy to find. In fact he was hard to get away from. He was one of the biggest journalists in the country now, with his name splattered across Time magazine, New York Times, etc. Despite his reclusive personality, he didn't really make an effort to stay hidden. I had been waiting for this moment for years...I just couldn't believe it was finally happening.

Running across the street, I picked up as many papers as I could without getting hit by a car. The majority of them were done for, but I got quite a few of them. I stood there for a few seconds, letting the two soul mates stare at each other in shock for just a little while longer before tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hi, are you Makenna?" I asked like I didn't already know.

Max struggled to rip her gaze away from Fang and respond to me. "Yes, I am. Are you Raina's assistant or something?"

I was funding her next project...something to do with stopping abuse in the home. 'Makenna' and I had been emailing back and forth for a couple weeks, but she had no idea what I looked like and she probably thought that I was a lot older, or at least not a teenager. A teenager with this much money spending it on things other than drugs, clothes or cars was usually shocking to people. People also assumed that I was some trust fund baby (even though that was very far from the truth), but they didn't question it because money was money no matter where, how, or who it came from, especially in a city like Los Angeles.

"No, I am Raina," I corrected her in the friendliest tone possible. First impressions are always a big impact, right? If that was the case, then this was probably one of the most vital moments for my plans.

"Wow you're young," she commented in awe.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," I agreed. "I bet you do too."

She nodded. "Yeah, it's nice to see another fresh face."

I looked over at Fang, feigning curiosity. "Is this your boyfriend?"

To be honest, it was entertaining to watch the two exchange awkward glances while they figured out how to respond. Not to surprisingly, Fang didn't say a word.

"No...this is just a very old friend of mine," Max explained after a moment of silence.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I apologized. "Um...here are some of the papers that you dropped. I tried to grab as many as possible."

"Right, our meeting," she muttered to herself. "Why don't we go get started?"

Fang's POV

I had no idea what was going on, but I silently followed Max just like the old days. It seemed like Max had forced herself to forget about me and focus on this girl, Raina. Some person had emailed me about Makenna, the silent rising star when it came to changing the world. Never would I have ever guessed that Makenna was actually Max. Could it really be a coincidence? Seeing as how coincidences don't exist in our real world, I doubted it. But I was too distracted by the fact that Max was right in front of me to really give a shit.

the office was so Max-like, free and open. There were no solid walls inside the office. The one meeting room had a glass wall kind of like what you would see on a shower door. It was far from the office at the New York Times with office dividers and uniformity, not that I ever used my desk there. In fact, I'm not sure they even had a desk for me anymore. There was no pattern for desks, they were just placed randomly. There was no blank spot on the walls. The ten people that worked there were all under thirty, if not twenty-five.

Neither Max or the girl with her seemed to care that I followed them into the meeting room. Both of them sat down, but I opted to watch by the door.

"So, since I lost most of the papers, we're going to have to start from scratch," Max said apologetically.

I stared at her the entire time, figuring out pretty quickly that she was purposely avoiding my gaze. What was I supposed to do? Just up and leave? Part of my brain told me that that would probably make it easier for the both of us, but the other part wouldn't let me budge. I let my eyes wonder all over her body. Everything was the same except...was Max voluntarily wearing heels?

Max was talking to her client about some fundraiser or something that was going to cost up into the hundreds of thousands. I honestly couldn't care less about it. All I could think about was if I should get the hell out of there or if I should stay and at least catch up with Max.

At least an hour passed by before I focused back on what they were saying, only because they were ending the meeting.

"So Friday at two?" Max clarified.

"Definitely," Raina confirmed. "And just call me if you need to change that."

The two were about to walk out the door of the meeting. I let Raina through before stepping in front of Max and blocking the door so she couldn't get out unless she shoved me. Max's lips tightened like they always did when she was going through the 'choose your battles' thoughts. She still refused to look at me, instead looking at Raina over my shoulder, which I did as well.

"Are you two okay?" Raina asked, her face a little skeptical.

"Yeah," Max assured. "I'll see you on Friday!"

"Okay," she agreed, a little uncertain. "Have a good day."

"You too," Max replied.

I silently willed Raina to just go away. Max and I were already getting some looks from around the office. Who could blame them? She must have gotten the message because she was finally on her merry way out of the office in a matter of seconds. I stepped forward, forcing Max to take a step backward, closing the door behind me.

"What do you want, Fang?" She sighed.

"A date," I answered honestly.

Her face twisted into confusion. "A date," she stated.

I nodded. "A date."

Her expression of confusion morphed into a 'screw it' state. "Okay, why the hell not?"

I hope you guys like Raina! I'll tell you right now that she has nothing but good intentions, but she does have a dark past.

More and more members of the flock will start showing up next chapter. Please leave some reviews!