A/N: I'm back. For those following PST, I was really gone for 2 days (on a different time zone). Once again, thank you for the reviews:

PEACELOVINGIRL - I agree with you. Following PST, I posted Chapter 2 around 12AM and Chapter 3 around 8PM.

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Beeni - Yup. I don't remember what part, but it had something to do with the apple. Right?

Paper Aeroplanes - You're not the only one that thinks I write sorta-fillers. A lot of my friends tell me that. But I guess I write like that. You have a point about the attractiveness part. A lot of people feel insecure about their appearances, even if they look fine. As for the makeover, well, that question's going to be answered soon enough.

20 Toes - True, true. But it is more awesome to imagine Fang say it =D.

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DISCLAIMER: If I owned MR, will the fanfics I write here still be called fanfics?


Oh. My. Gosh.

Is it me, or was Fang standing in front of me in one of his black ensembles asking me if I was making edible art?

I think I could die from happiness. And I'm not even that girly.

I looked up at him, his tall figure casting a shadow on me. He ran a hand through his-dare I say it?-sexy black hair. I think he might have said something, but I was busy trying to make my cheeks stop flushing.

"Um, Max, right?" He asked.

I looked at him, eyes widened, feigning surprise. "You talk?" I asked, clutching my imaginary string of pearls.

Fang rolled his eyes. He's so hot when he does that. "Haha. So, can I sit here? All of the other seats are taken." He motioned to his lunch tray, which he was holding with one hand.

I shrugged, like Fang was any other boy. Which he certainly was not. "Don't you know I'm Max Ride?" I asked coolly.

He smiled. Not really, but his lip did curl up a centimeter, which I took as a smile. "I don't. Would you care to enlighten me, then?" He asked jokingly.

I rolled my eyes, but moved a couple of inches to make space for him. No, screw that. I moved so that when he sat down, I wouldn't hyperventilate at the closeness and make a fool of myself. There, better.

"So, where's Tess?" I asked, struggling to continue my masterpiece. If I wasn't that focused, I might as well end up making an edible portrait of Fang. Or something close to resembling him.

He pointed to a table of the far end of the hall. "The student council has a meeting today."

I turned to where he was pointing and saw Tess's back, right beside Ella. "Oh, right. My friend Ella's there, too."

And cue awkward silence, along with the Cricket sounds.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" I mumbled, rearranging my peas and eating them.

"Yeah, I prefer writing them down." He said.

I looked up, feigning surprise once again. "Is it me, or did you just talk?" I said. I didn't clutch my imaginary string of pearls this time, though.

He gave me another one of his "smiles" that made my heart flutter. "Yeah, I did just talk. How come Tess's friends are afraid of you anyway?"

So they did warn him about me, which meant he wasn't that afraid. Or was he?

I laughed. "Let's just say I don't have good back history with them. I was a pretty stupid 7th grader back then, anyway."

"Do I want to know about it?" he asked.

"I don't think so. And you might not want to experience it either." I said jokingly.

"Fair enough." He said and went back to eating.

"So, tell me about yourself." I said nonchalantly.

He shrugged. "Nothing much. Transferred from a private school. Play a lot of instruments."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that out during Music."

"Not much a fan of that."

The comment made me stop, some mashed potatoes en route to my mouth. "What do you mean?"

"I prefer not playing in public all the time. Not even at the last school. I'm not really a sucker for attention." He said. "Well, yeah it is awesome to do that, but the attention? I'm not attracted to. I just love music, that's all."

I nodded. "You got that from your parents?"

He shrugged, and I knew it wasn't something he wanted to talk about. "How about you?" He asked.

It was my turn to shrug. "Just your average student."

He raised an eyebrow. "Nothing special?"

"Nope. Nothing."

I felt myself blush, and hurriedly looked away. From the Student Council's table, I saw Ella gave me a thumbs up. Fang didn't notice, since he was busy finishing the rest of his meal.

Well, I did sort of get to know him, right? He prefers writing over talking, isn't an attention seeker, and not one to talk about his parents. And based on his personality, that was already a lot.

That pretty much meant my first objective was done. Now what was I supposed to do next?

"Tell me everything," Ella said as we walked to Algebra, our next class. "I want to know what he told you."

"Um, Ella, isn't that the point of asking me to tell you everything?" I pointed out.

Ella ignored my comment. "Come on, I bet he told you a lot of things."

Well, three is plural, I thought. "Not much really. Just that he's more of a writer, he doesn't like attention, and doesn't like to talk about his parents."

"Ooh, I bet you're planning on getting closer to him and 'repairing his tormented soul'." Angel, who was catching up with us, said, making air quotes.

"Very funny, Angel. Well, maybe." I said. "So I got to know him better. Well, what am I supposed to do next?"

"Did he get to know something about you?" Ella asked.

"No."

She smiled. "Then that's your next mission."

I only got lucky when Fang asked to sit with me during lunch. But how was I going to talk to him? And how was I going to tell him more about myself without sounding like some flirt? I mean, I don't look like a flirt, so why would I sound like one?

I seem to be asking a lot of questions today.


"Where's Nudge?" Angel asked as we walked out of the school. It was 3PM, finally, and we got out of our respective classrooms as fast as we could without getting crushed by the other students who were "yearning to be free", as she puts it.

"She told me she was out near the school theater." I said, craning my neck. We finally found her near the edge of the building, arms waving in our direction. What was that girl planning?

When we reached her, she put a finger to her lips and peeked at the edge, and we followed her lead. Leaning against a wall, was Fang, who was talking on a pay phone. He looked really mad, like he was having a fight with the person on the other end, and I swear he was cussing like a sailor.

Nudge gave me a sympathetic look. But I still hadn't told her about what Fang said during Lunch. What if this was why he didn't want to talk about his parents? I saw Fang let out an exasperated sigh and then hang up. We started to scram, but our plan to get out of sight was interrupted by Brigid Dwyer and her friend, Lissa. They were one of the school's biggest flirts, and I could tell that Fang was their next target. I clenched my fists and slowly took a breath.

If you look up the word slut(s) in the dictionary, you will find a picture of two redheads with large boobs and tiny clothes next to it. Right now, that was what exactly Brigid and Lissa were.

As Fang walked away from the phone, the two started talking to each other like they hung out there all the time and when he was nearer, they started to walk away, and Brigid began to act like she tripped. Fang, being the gentleman he was, caught her just in time and asked her if she was alright.

"I think I sprained it." Brigid said, while gently rubbing her ankle.

Fang helped her to the clinic, and as he passed us, Brigid gave me a look that said, You snooze, you lose.

"I wonder why she never thought of joining the theater group." Nudge said, staring daggers at the back of her head.

"What a drama queen," Angel added.

I sighed. This was really going to be tough.


A/N: No episodes of Glee were skipped during the making of this chapter. So what do you think? We're they too OOC? I doubt Lissa and Brigid were. Do you think the chapter title is too lame? Do you think it's still short? Do you think it still sounds like a sorta-filler? Do you think my chosen chapter title was not so creative? Let your voice be hear and review, review, review!