Hey guys! I decided to do a short Fang POV chap for today, just so you can get an idea on what's going through his mind. Or, sort of. He doesn't really get it either. Let me know what you think! Also, here's some reply's to reviewers:

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Okay, here's the chapter- RnR!

Maximum Ride: It's My Life

Chapter 3

Fifteen Hours in the Life of Fang Walker

When I walk out the front door, I'm almost too dazed to notice that Iggy's car is no longer in the drive-way. Figures he would desert me. I swing my leg over my motorcycle seat robotically, wondering what in the freak just happened. Something about me hurting Max, and her not giving me a second chance. A second chance? Did I say I ever asked for a second chance?

Did I want one?

I shake my head before putting on my helmet. I'm riding home when I remember that we never finished our project. Dang. I know I can't go back now, so I briefly wonder if this assignment is a big portion of our grade. I hear my phone receive a message, the opening guitar chords to You Give Love a Bad Name by Bonjovi cut off as I unlock my screen, reading a text from Iggy.

Max says she is finishing timeline.

What the heck happened back there?

I tap my thumb against the side of my phone, not sure how to answer that question since I didn't know myself.

Not sure man.

I decide to keep it simple. Iggy'll get it. He always does.

When I walk into the house, Gazzy and Angel are sitting in the living room- Gaz watching t.v. on the couch while Angel does what looks like her homework. Angel looks up and smiles at me, while Gazzy says, "Sup bro?" I think he's trying to be cool, but the affects' lost on my since I'm his brother.

Gazzy (who's actual name is Zephyr- I won't bother to explain his nickname) and Angel are twins, freshmen this year at Southern Cross. If you're wondering how in the world we are related since they're the blonde, blue-eyed white kids and I'm dark-haired and tan, I'll make it simple for you. We had different Dads. Angel and Gazzy are a result of my mom's second marriage, after the divorce. They look like our parents. I look like my dad.

"How did it go at Max's?" My mom asks when I enter the kitchen. She has a mug of some mystery beverage and is sitting at the counter.

"It was fine," I say simply. No need to go in to the particulars, and actually, if half of it was really good, and the other half was really bad, then 'fine' is a good median.

"You were at Max's?" Asks Angel when she comes into the kitchen for a snack. I shrug.

"Was it that Max who you liked in middle school?" She persists. I shrug again.

"There's only one Max," I say.

"Fang doesn't like Max anymore, darling," Mom says, "Max is one of those rebel children in class."

"Really?" Asks Angel, "She seems really nice to me, and funny. I'm in her Spanish one class."

"Hah," I say, "I knew she took Spanish."

"Actually we were talking in class and she said that she's only taking it as a last resort elective. She already has three years of Russian to cover her Language Exploration credits."

"We don't have Russian at our school," I say, even though she did supposedly use it on me today.

Angel shrugs this time, "She took it at the University with her mom."

My phone rings again as I revive another text. I look down, expecting Iggy, but see that it's Lissa instead.

"Who's that?" My mom asks.

"Lissa," I answer, reading her text to myself. Hey Nick, how did things go with you and Iggy at Max's? Did you survive? XD

I sigh. Everyone was going to ask about this, weren't they? I mean, I guess I have to admit that it hurt a little when her mom told Max not to give second chances to 'guys like me,' but that didn't mean the whole thing was my fault, did it?

"What's the matter?" Asks Angel, "Did she ask you out again?"

"No," I say. Lissa's been trying to get back together ever since we broke up sophomore year- she just doesn't seem to get that I don't feel that way anymore (if I ever did… I mean, wait what? Of course I did, why else would I have gone out with her?). I will never understand women.

"I don't see why you don't want to go out with Lissa, she's a very nice girl- good grade's too," my mom puts in. I just shake my head and walk down the hall to my room, shutting the door behind me. Mom likes Lissa. Lissa is good for show, and respects my mom.

I finally get another message from Iggy, and this one actually surprises me.

What do you think of her sister?

I answer quickly, She seems nice. Why?

Thinking of asking her out.

What the heck? He's only known her for…what…six hours? I shake my and stare at the screen. Why Ella? Why Max's sister? Doesn't he realize how awkward that would be if they started dating? Then again, this was Iggy…

Why?

I press send, trying to prolong the inevitable.

She's cool. Nice and stuff- fun to be with.

All that from just a few hours? What about the fact that she's a sophomore and Max's sister? I sigh and answer him back before setting the phone down on my dresser and changing before getting into bed.

Okay Igs, just be careful. Max's wrath is NOT something you want to be on the receiving end of.

That was something I could confirm.

Will do. Seeya tomorrow.

I wake up in the morning to the feeling of warm wet liquid sticking to the side of my face. Not exactly the best feeling. I open my eyes to see that our dog, Total, has decided to take residence in my bed again. I groan.

"Angel!" I call, my voice scratchy since I just woke up. A curly blonde head peaks through my door.

"Get your dog out of my room. You promised Mom he'd be your responsibility."

"He is," she protests, picking up the terrier.

"Then why is he always in my bed?" I sit up, wiping some slobber off my face. Angel looks at me and giggles.

"I guess he just likes you- nice hair."

I turn to the side and can see my reflection in the bathroom mirror connected to my room. My hair is sticking up on one side, the dog-slobber not helping my look. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my clock indicating seven oh' three in the morning.

"Whatever," I groan, and turn over, chucking my tainted pillow off the bed as Angel leaves the room with her mutt. There goes my good Saturday morning. I eventually decide to get out of bed and get in a good workout at our home gym, before showering and heading to my job at the trampoline park down town. I work from nine to twelve-thirty, making sure kids don't give each other concussions or break their necks diving into the foam pit. It's a nice day outside when I get off of work and get a text from Iggy.

At the fall festival with Lissa, Rachet, and Kate. Holden and Star say they're on the way. You still coming?

Yeah, I reply, Just got off work, should be there in a few minutes. Where do you guys want to meet?

Told Holden to go to the Slurpy Shack, so I'll seeya there. BTW I just saw your sister- I think she's with some friends.

Yeah my mom dropped her off earlier. Seeya in a few.

About ten minutes later, I'm walking through the crowds at the festival, making my way to the meeting point. After the group's all together, we wander the crowd, taking part in the random activities they have at the fair.

"Hey, I just got a text from Ella," Iggy says to me while the girls attempt some sort of strength game- Kate winning of course, "She says she's by the skate park, that there's a competition there or something."

"That's cool," I say.

"I think I'm gonna go man," he says, running a hand through his hair.

I stop, "What? You nervous?"

He gives me a sideways smile of sorts, "Kinda," he says.

I roll my eyes, "Just go." He grins and nods, before heading off into the crowd somewhere.

"Where's he going?" Asks Holden.

"To meet a girl, apparently," I say.

"Really?" Says Star, "Who?"

"Yeah Nick, who? Star wants to know who her competition is," Rachet teases. Star elbows him in the stomach and they get into one of their quarrels.

"Every body knows they like each other," says Kate from beside me, "I don't even know why they try to hide it anymore." Rachet and Star are too into their argument to deny her observation. I nod casually, but my mind has been on Max since Iggy mentioned her sister. I couldn't help wondering if she was here too- what if we ran into each other? What the heck was I supposed to say? Sorry about running out on you last night, I just didn't feel like getting gutted by your mom, or, Hey, I know you probably hate me, but what do you say we start over?

Wait, what? Where did that second one come from? I look up to see Kate looking at me weirdly as I have an internal conversation with myself. Hopefully I just wouldn't see Max today. Or her see me. Actually, as long as we don't have to talk to each other, I'll be good.

Lissa and Star have just gotten some cotton candy when I hear my name being called through the crowd. I turn around to see Angel pushing her way towards me.

"Fang!" She says, breathless- she's the only one who calls me that; her and, well, Max- "You gotta come with me! I was just watching the skateboarding competition, and it's amazing! Gazzy's doing good, he got third for his age group, but now they're onto the finals!" I let myself get dragged through the crowd while wondering what the significance of this particular event could be. I hear Lissa and Kate behind me, vaguely wondering the reason for the rush.

It's not until we make it to the edge of the cheering crowd, right before the caution tape, that I see it. Or rather, her.