And here it is the chapter... none of you asked for... Right, no reviews. Come on guys, please?

Viva- Maybe if you stopped begging they'd review

Me- Shut up Viva... Just ignore the voice/personality in my head, she's grumpy because Blade locked her in the closet with Shadow.


Fang rolled his eyes for the seventh time in the last three minutes, perfectly in sync with Viva was they watched Devon rambling on about the latest fashions. Victor and Justin were the only two that didn't seem to be exasperated, Justin because he'd fallen asleep five minutes ago and Victor because he wouldn't care if Devon was reading out of a phone book, he'd still be hanging onto every word. "Victor could you take your boyfriend to the geometry class your both late for before he puts me as well as Justin." Fang gave Viva a amused look as she spoke, looking anything but sleepy, but Viva always looked on edge. Victor gave her a cross look before Devon grabbed him by the elbow. Fang rolled his eyes as he watched them, Devon and Victor were definately a amusing pair, but playing match-maker between them had been a living nightmare. But it had been nothing like dealing with Devon after some of their fights, the French singer was quite the diva at times. Translate; all to often.

Fang shook off the thoughts as the bell rang, standing as his mind wandered to the flock. He wondered what they'd think if they saw him now, he could just imagine the scolding he'd get from Max, the complete freak out from Nudge, how Iggy and Viva would take to each other. If she didn't kill him. Viva's least favorite type of man was Chris, but Iggy came to a close second. Fang was dragged out of his thoughts by Viva's familiar and brutal, calloused hand grabbing him by the back of the neck to keep him from walking into a wall. Yeah. Eraser's he could handle, school halls on the other hand. Those required back-up. Fang looked over at the Texan girl in time to catch her exasperated eye-roll, with him, Devon, Justin and Victor all together, that girl spent half her life staring at the ceiling. Fang could empathize with her, first there had been Gazzy, Nudge and Iggy, now he had Devon to supply the fashion, Victor for the mischieve, Viva for the pyromania, and Justin to give them all just a bit more insanity.

"Fang if I have to save you from one more unanimate, unmoving object again I swear I'm not going to stop you from walking into the pool next time." Fang snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the Texan girl that was glaring at him out of the corner of her mahogany eyes. Viva was tougher than nails and had a tongue sharper than Max's. And she never took back threats when she made them. The Avian American offered her a apologetic smile, with Devon he would have rolled his eyes, Victor he probably would have pushed him into the pool instead, and Justin would never had said it in the first place, but he took Viva seriously. Always. Hawkville High was the kind of place that you need survival guides handed out to new-comers at the entrance to keep them from offending the wrong people. He could just imagine it. (Do not mess up Devon Savage's hair, under pain of death) As the very first one. The diva was completely psychotic about his hair.

The final bell rang exactly a second after Fang, Devon and Justin had stood up, Trigonometry was the last class they had, and now, they free from what Victor jokingly called a living hell, Justin preferred to think of it as a entertainment. Locking one mathematical genius and one potential drop-out together in a closet and letting them go through every subject they could think of was actually quite entertaining. Fang could thank Viva for that bit of knowledge, she was always doing that sort of thing. But there was no way he was thanking her after she'd locked him up with Devon. That had been living hell. Fang shook off the thought as Justin silently guided him away from the doorway, he had a bad habit of walking into walls while lost in thought, proof that he was more dexterous in the air than on the ground. The other proof being his tendency to do a face-plant whenever he kept to anything slower than a jog.

"Practice at 2, your place?" Fang gave Devon a brief nod as the question as aimed at him, the three of them hanging behind crowd of students heading towards the entrance as fast as they could without running. This high school may be loose, but it didn't change the way people felt about it. The Avian American chuckled as he watched Viva nearly knock a kid out with her bag when he stepped on her shin, they all knew him, so Fang didn't feel any pity for him as Devon stepped on the kid with his high-heeled boots while he caught up with him. People who harassed any of their tight-nit group soon found themselves with more enemies than they could handle. The high school was split into two groups, popular and the self-titled Freaks. It wasn't hard to guess which one Fang belonged in. Or why for that matter.


Me- Well there you are, now review!

Blade- Oh so you stop begging and stop ordering them around like some kind of slave master

Me- Hey your supposed be on my side

Blade- I only join the winning side sweetheart

Me- Hey!

Well, au revoir, before I get any further into a argument with my own head...