I promise we'll get to the fax soon, sorry its taking so long

Ok so I made Max the youngest and Fang the oldest because I feel like older guys are always the overprotective ones...i don't know why: p

Also in this story Dylan wasn't an asshole. Maybe later we'll corrupt him.

Oh and thanks for all the reviews. I appreciate it a lot!

School is a hell hole. It's always been a hell hole and it will always remain a hell hole. Do I make myself clear? Right now for instance, my math teacher is trying to make math's fun. Math...fun. I'm sorry, but those two words are never supposed to be allowed in the same sentence. I hereby make that a law. I groaned and let my head fall onto the desk. I felt the cool surface press up against my check as the teacher continued to drone on and on and on and on

"Max?"

Who was that?

"Maximum?"

God, what an annoying voice

"Max?"

"Go away" I muttered

"Excuse me?"

Oh shit. I mentally wacked myself. Go away? Are you serious! To a teacher...a teacher who has the authority to chuck me out of the classroom. My mind clicked, like this little fairy thing had been making a bomb and only now decided to set it off.

"I said go away" I repeated to the teacher with a tiny smile. I think maybe I had fallen asleep because I only just became aware of how sore my neck was and how bruised my check felt.

"Could you repeat that Miss Martinez?"

I sighed. Teachers must be either stupid or deaf. In my case, this teacher was definitely both.

"I said go away" I repeated for the third time putting strong emphasis into my words.

"To the principal's office, Max. Now." The teacher demanded, was that anger I heard in her voice, why yes, I believe it was. I allowed myself a tiny smile. That fairy really deserved a cookie.

The teacher pushed me outside the classroom and pointed down the hall. "Yeah" I thought sarcastically, "Like I don't know where the principal's office is." I smiled as I walked down the hall to my most visited place in the school. I let out a sigh of relief; I'm out of that math infested hell hole. Finally!

A couple of chairs lined the wall beside the door to the principal's office and who might I see sitting in said chairs? Fang, that's who, he gave me a bright smile as I took a seat next to him. "What did you do now, lil' miss?" He said trying not to laugh.

"I can't remember" I said thoughtfully "I think I fell asleep"

"Was it in Math?" he asked

"Yup" I smiled at him and how he knew me too well. As I stared I noticed how his hair seemed to fall carelessly over his forehead when he looked down at me. Heat rose to my cheeks. What the...was I...no, no I am not blushing!

"What did you do?" I asked nervously. I am not blushing. I turned away...just in case I was.

"I've been sitting here since lunch, Ella had a little problem with a group and I just thought I'd help my little sister." He said grinning like a moron...a very good looking moron. No! Bad Max!

We were quiet for a while. It wouldn't have been awkward, but since I'm thinking lovely thoughts about Fang, it was awkward for me.

"Mr Martinez?" the principal said as he opened his door and let out Dylan.

"Yup" Fang said with sigh as he lifted himself out of his chair. We exchanged glances and I gave him a little smile telling him to have his fun with Mr Ray. You see, Mr Ray is cool. He knows Fang and I quite well. We've known each other since the first day of school, seriously, I was a stubborn kid. I won't say I've changed much.

"Hi Max"

I spun my head around and saw Dylan. Dylan was a friend of mine. He doesn't usually get in trouble, but I guess if you hang out with me some of my stubbornness and idiocy kind of rubs onto to you.

"Oh hey" I smiled "what were you in for?"

He shrugged "you know when you squeeze tomato sauce too hard it squirts..."

I tried not to laugh, but as his smile grew bigger it was hard for me to hold it in, so in the end we both exploded.

"I kind of sort of maybe accidently on purpose got some all over Rebecca and her crew"

Rebecca was one of the spoilt girls at our school, she wasn't liked by many of the students, but she had her own group. The teachers liked her though, they had no choice.

"Nice going" I said in between breathes. We slapped high fives and then something happened...his hand kind of just lingered there, we both stopped laughing and looked up at our hands.

Oh shit, Max. The heat rose to my face again and I tried to pull my hand away, but his fingers had other ideas. They entwined into mine and gave my hand a gentle tug, next thing you know I'm being pulled towards Dylan's chest and he's pulling me closer still. I don't know what to do because it kind of feels good. The heat continued to rise, yep, I was definitely blushing, damn stupid hormones. Dylan lowered our still entwined hands and wrapped it around my waist just as Fang came out of the room with Mr Ray. My head turned and I saw Fang staring at how close Dylan and I were. I pulled away from Dylan's hands and backed away nervously. Mr Ray gestured for me to enter his office and then he walked back inside and sat at his desk. Fang didn't move, he looked from me to Dylan and back. I lowered my head as he walked past me and towards his car outside. I felt Dylan walk up behind me "sorry" he whispered.

"It's ok," I said "I better go..."

"Yeah ok, I'll wait for you outside."

"Actually-"

"Max?"

I cursed Mr Ray for interrupting, but I walked into his office and shut the door. Because, you know that's just me, I'm all about privacy. As you can tell.

"Do you understand what you did wrong?" he asked staring at me intently

"Yes"

"Why did you do this?"

"The class was boring"

Mr Ray sighed and proceeded to give me a lecture about how I can't choose when something should be fun, but rather keep an open mind and except the fact that it's a worthwhile class. I nodded the entire time thinking about Dylan and Fang. Stupid hormones. Stupid teenagers. Stupid hot sexy gorgeous teenagers...

"Max?"

My head shot up so fast I swear I heard something crack.

"I'm going to send you home for the afternoon and call your parents. This behaviour isn't tolerated in my school. You can go now, say hello to your mother for me."

And I left that room as fast as a panther on ecstasy.

"So how'd it go?"

I jumped "Oh, Dylan" I said with a sigh. Then my heart rate sped up as I realised it was Dylan. He smiled and seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I wanted to run away and hide for the rest of my life.

"So?" he asked again

"Oh err, yeah he's sending me home for the rest of the day" I said hurriedly as I backed up. My hands met something cold and hard. Damn it, a wall. And Dylan was still walking towards me. "Was there...anything else?" I asked trying to slide away from him.

"No, I was just thinking..."

If it was possible for my brain to scream I think it would choose this moment to do so.

"You don't have a boyfriend or anything, do you?"

Ok maybe it would choose this moment...

"Um...not at the moment" I squeaked "do boys in books count?"

Stupid. STUPID! Note: When picking up a date saying that is NOT recommended! I mentally wacked myself.

"Max?"

Oh thank heavens its Fang. Actually...scratch that. It's Fang. The gods wanted to save me and so they brought the one person that is capable of making my situation worse. Thank you god thanks a lot.

"Oh, F- Nick. Hi..." I smiled; at least I think it turned out as a smile.

Fang raised an eyebrow as he looked at me. "Why aren't you in class?"

"Mr Ray sent me home for the afternoon."

"Good" He said glaring at Dylan "I'll drive you home"

I nodded still pressed up against the wall with my cheeks the colour of a baboons butt.

"So, Max?" Dylan asked still looking at me

"Shut Up, Dylan" Fang growled. I was shocked, Fang hardly ever gets angry

Dylan ignored him. Not a wise move. "Are you free this Saturday?"

"No" Fang looked as if he'll attack Dylan's throat any second "She's not"

"But-"I started. Fang looked at me and I froze. His eyes were pleading.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" Dylan said nervously as he saw Fang holding my gaze in his.

"Bye" I said absent minded

Fang and I walked silently to his car and I noticed how every few steps he would gaze down at me nervously. I thought back to the look in his eyes. Why did they look so desperate? Pleading me to say no to Dylan. Fang doesn't plead, it's not his style.

Why did he care?

And then I caught myself. Why did I care?

Ok so now I think we'll start getting to the good bits...
But I'm gonna be going to school tomorrow so I think my life's gonna be a little hectic now. Please be patient I'll try fit in a couple of chapters during the week.