Wow thanks for the response guys! And one person threatened to send me death threats and hunt me down with a pointy stick and force me to update, so honestly I'm afraid that if I don't update, my life will be in danger :D So enough rambling here is chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I only plan on putting it in this one chapter, because I'm forgetful and such, so yeah last time I looked in the mirror I don't resemble James Patterson, -Gasp!- so I don't own Max, Fang, or any of the Maximum Ride characters. (sniffsandcries)

Monday mornings were defiantly the worst thing in the entire universe. Especially when you ate over a dozen chocolate chip cookies the night before and you feel like you're going to barf them all up again. Not only did I have a severe belly ache, but mom also yelled at me when she saw there were only three cookies left. Blah.

To add to that, I was exhausted because a certain somebody played their loud music until three in the morning, so I was left lying in bed all night, fantasizing about how I could kill Fang and make it look like an accident.

"Max! Get out of the bathroom!"

I scowled at Ella's voice. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister. But I am not; repeat not, a morning person. Never have been, and never will be.

I opened the door. "Good morning, mom's little accident. Why are you in such a rush?"

Ella let out a groan. "Stop calling me that! And because I have to pee! What do you do in there for so long?"

"I'm getting beautiful," I answered.

Ella laughed. "You'll need a lot more time then you have if you're trying to get beautiful."

Before I could reach her neck to strangle her, she dove in the bathroom and locked the door. I pounded on it a couple of times and threatened that her entire diary was going to be plastered on the Jr. High walls if she didn't watch herself. She only giggled on the other side of the door.

I trotted down the steps, ready for school. My backpack hung on a small rack beside the door and I threw it over my shoulder.

"Bye mom!" I yelled. "See you later.

I didn't get a response, so I assumed she was already downstairs preparing for work. I stepped out the door and hopped down the steps. The sky was dark and grey, warning us that it was going to start raining soon.

I glanced to my right and saw Fang stepping out his door as well. We both attended the same school, as if I didn't get enough of him being my neighbor. He caught my eye and winked at me. I faked gag, making him grin a cocky grin.

I continued walking down my pathway and closed the gate that encircled my house behind me. Fang was doing the same, and since his house was on my right and the way to the bus stop was a right turn, I had to follow behind him. I noticed what he was wearing: a pair of dark jeans that fitted him nicely, a plain white tee shirt and he had a black jacket over it. His black hair was shinning in the sun, causing it to look lighter then it really was, but in a pretty way. I myself was wearing a pair of light blue jeans, sneakers, and a white tank top with a blue jean jacket over top of it. My hair was loose and lay on my shoulders. I looked at how his blue jeans fit him again. Those were some nice jeans….particularly so on him.

"Stop checking out my ass, Maxi," Fang called out without looking behind at me. My face heated up. I was not looking at his butt, I swear!

"Oh don't flatter yourself, Nick," I said in an even tone, disguising my embarrassment. He chuckled.

"It's okay. I know I have a great ass."

"Even if I could tell which end of you is your ass, I'm sure it's not great." With that, I brushed roughly past him, ramming my shoulder in his. But suddenly my foot knocked into something unexpected, and I fell forward. Fang busted out in laughter behind me. That little…! He had tripped me!

I looked up, my knee throbbing way to much to attempt standing just yet, and saw that the bus was already at the stop and people were loading on. Fang was jogging towards it and I struggled to get up and limp towards it as fast as I could, but Fang just smirked at me before he boarded the bus. The doors shut and the bus roared forward.

"HEY!" I yelled. "WAIT!"

The stupid yellow thing didn't stop and I was left alone. As I sat there, hoping the bus would turn around, I felt something wet hit the top of my head. My hand flew up and then another moist object hit me. I looked up, closing my eyes as rain fell down in them. I was going to have to walk to school in the rain. And it was Fang's fault.

I hated him! He was the most diabolical, evil boy I'd ever met in my entire life!

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It was a two mile trip and I got there thirty minutes late to first period. Nudge gasped when she saw my appearance and most of my other peers snickered. Mrs. Wilson gave me a disapproving look. I swear to every known and unknown force out there, Mrs. Wilson was out to get me. It all started at the first of the school year, when Fang threw all of my books out the classroom window, so I tried to throw him out the window. Unfortunately, Mrs. Wilson caught me and I got in school suspension for three days. Fang denied doing anything and got off without so much as a warning.

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Wilson asked.

I gave her an odd look. "This is my class…."

"Do you have an excuse?"

I took in a breath, reminding myself to play nicely. "Yes, I do." I handed her the pink slip from the office and then walked briskly towards my seat beside Nudge, but on the way there I 'accidentally' rammed my foot into Fang's shin, causing him to yelp in pain. I sat down, putting on an innocent face.

"What on earth happened to you?! Your shoes! OH MY GOD look at your hair!" Nudge barley refrained from screeching in utter horror. I gave her an 'I really do not give a damn' look and opened up my books. Nudge shook her head sadly.

Nudge's real name was Monique Carter. She was my best friend, as well as a pain in the butt at times whenever fashion was involved. Her caramel colored skin was always bright and freash looking, her hair always fixed to every last strand, and she wore the best outfits. I was probably taking years off her life span by showing up in such a fashion disaster.

She pestered me throughout class, but when the bell finally rang Nudge dragged me to the nearest bathroom. She opened up her purse and poured out so many make up appliances that she could probably start her own store with them all. Then she began fussing over my soaked hair, as well as demanding what happened.

"It was Fang. That stupid son of a-"I paused, eyeing some ease dropping tenth graders. I glared at them and their eyes got wide as they rushed out of the bathroom. That's right.

"Go on!" Nudge persisted. I sighed.

"We were on the way to the bus stop and he tripped me. The bus was already there and I couldn't get to it on time because I freaking hurt my knee when I fell. But, God as my witness, I'm totally getting him back for that stunt."Nudge tsked. "Is that such a good idea? I mean, what type of revenge are we talking about here?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll think of something."

Nudge was quiet for a minute and I winced as she pulled a tangle out of my hair. When she finally spoke, her voice was thoughtful. "I don't think I've ever asked you this before, and we've known each other for what-three years? You've hated Fang before we even met and up to this day, but my question is, why? How come you guys can't stand each other?"

I went over the question. Why did Fang and I hate each other? It was because he was a selfish, uncaring, cocky, arrogant, obnoxious, womanizer who only cared about himself and he thought girls were toys he could play with anytime he wanted. That's why I hated him and that's what I told Nudge.

"Hmm," she said after I explained all of Fang's terrible ways. "To be so hot, he really is a jerk."

"HOT!" I gaped. "Fang is not hot."

Nudge laughed. "To each her own. And in my opinion, Fang is hot."

I snorted as she finished my hair and we headed to our lockers. "Yeah, if you think major dick heads are hot."

"Guilty," Nudge giggled. I rolled my eyes. We went our separate ways as I went to my locker. Since Fang and I shared the same home room, his locker was just a few feet from mine. He was leaning against it, sucking faces with Lissa. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"What? Jealous?" Fang asked in a husky tone. My eye roll hadn't escaped their attention. I laughed.

"Oh yes. Who wouldn't be jealous of Lissa Feldman? A frizzy red headed, freckly faced girl with the IQ of a rock, who is making out with an equally disgusting, frizzy haired moron? I'm surprised I don't fall over with envy."

Lissa's mouth dropped. "Excuse me? Wow, I think you are jealous because you've probably never even kissed a boy before."

Okay, she had me on that one. I had never kissed a boy before, not even when I dated Sam. Raising my chin, I replied, "That's because I don't whore myself out to every guy that walks by, like you do."

Lissa laughed sarcastically. "Is that because you prefer women over men?"

I snorted. "Oh, aren't you a fine one to be talking? I mean, you are dating Fang. Isn't that women enough for you?" I held up my thumb and index finger, making a half inch space between them. Then I met Fang's eyes. "What, isn't it about this big, Fang?"

"Come over one day and I can show you," he grinned. Appalled, I slammed my locker shut.

"Go to hell," I said.

"I'll be sure to visit you when I get there!" he yelled after me. I stormed towards English.

I sat down in my regular seat and was accompanied by Sam and J.J. J.J. and I got along wonderfully. She never took anything seriously, unlike me, and she was always friendly and happy. Sam and I were pretty close. We dated for half of eleventh grade year but just decided that we were more like friends. Well, I decided. He still confessed that he loved me, but I'm not into all of that lovey dovey stuff. No thank you.

J.J. was staring and I followed her gaze towards the small group clustered around Fang. I groaned.

"Please don't tell me you have a crush on Fang."

Her eyes grew wide. "What!? No! God no! EW!" Her disgust was genuine. She smiled slightly. "I'm not staring at Fang."

I followed her gaze more specifically to see one of the boys sitting with Fang's group was staring back at J.J.

Iggy.

Every encounter I had shared with Iggy had been pleasant. He seemed like a nice guy with his strawberry hair and innocent blue eyes.

"Aw, Iggy? Since when? Are you dating? Does he like you? Who all knows about it? More importantly, why didn't you tell me?!"

J.J. stared at me and I laughed. "Wow, I just had a Nudge moment."

She laughed along. "Yeah, just a bit. Anyhow, yes, Iggy. It started last night. Yes, we're dating and I think he likes me. He was the one that asked for my number and the one that asked me out. And I would've have told you on the bus if you would've rode."

I held up my hands in an innocent gesture. "The devil tripped me."

Sam's eyes flashed towards Fang. "What did he do?"

I rolled my eyes. Sam wouldn't stand a chance in a fight with Fang, but his concern was nice and warming.

"Oh nothing. Don't worry, I've got a plan. And you guys are going to help me."

Sam and J.J. exchanged a worried glance, and I was grinning manically.

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