Author's Note:...nothing really to say here...except that I am really sorry for not updating sooner. I've had a bad case of writer's block and couldn't think of what to do. That and the end of the school year is coming up really fast and life's been busy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

The next day started off like a kick to the ass. When I woke up and looked over at my clock, I realized that it read 7:35 and school started at 8. Of all things holy, I slept through my alarm clock which put me way behind. I swore as I jumped out of bed and threw my clothes on, running my brush through my hair quickly before grabbing my backpack and running out the door, sprinting down the sidewalk.

As I ran, a small black truck rolled to a stop beside me, its tinted windows rolling down to reveal Fang's shaggy head. "You need a ride, Ride?" He smirked at the double use of my name as I slowed down to a walk. I rolled my eyes at him, flipping him off as I went to the passenger side, quickly jumping in and closing the door. "Step on it, Martinez!"

Fang chuckled and hit the gas, the truck lurching forward. It took us about twenty minutes to get to school and as Fang parked and turned his truck off, we rushed to class. Right when we crashed through the door to home room, the bell rang and Ms. Williams glared at us as we sat down. "That was awfully close to the bell, Ms. Ride and Mr. Martinez. I'll let it slide this time but if you do it again, detention."

She turned away and Fang and I looked at each other, snorting. Even if you were still in the class right before the bell rang, she would still give you detention. I don't know if it was because she was something that rhymes with a witch or if it was just because if was close to retirement but she seemed meaner than she was last year and even then, she was still pretty mean, though I probably didn't help the cause.

As she began to take roll, I rested in my chin in my hand and stared off into space, Ms. Williams voice droning on and on in my ears. My gaze drifted over to Fang who was doodling in his notebook and reached over, writing on his paper. I'm booooored... (Italized writing is Max, underlined is Fang)

Fang raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled quietly. That's why I'm drawing

You got any paper?

No, and even if I did, I wouldn't give any to you

I glared at him. Just give me some damn paper!

N.O. means no, Ride, so no

Give some to me or I'll burn your body and feed it to the wolves!

Nope, nope, nope. Hey look, a birdy! :D

"Just give me paper!" I hissed at him, elbowing his side. Fang grunted but shook his head, smiling slightly.

"Excuse me, Ms. Ride, Mr. Martinez, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Damn, the old hag caught us.

"No, Ma'am." Fang said sweetly and I stared at him in horror. Where in the Hell was he getting this good boy side of him?! It was just damn creepy! "I'm sorry, Ms. Williams, we were just discussing how wonderful you are as a teacher."

Ms. Williams blushed and cleared her throat, fixing her glasses. Yes, blushed. "Erm...well carry on I suppose. Now, as I was saying, World War II started when..." As she continued to talk, I turned wide eyes on him. "What the Hell was that?!"

One of his signature smirks appeared on his face and I leaned back, officially fearing my life. This side of him was absolutely terrifying, especially when I knew that he was never this... sickening sweet. Remind me never to mess with him...but wait...I already did. "That, my dear student, was called 'Sweet-Talk-the-Teacher'. I suggest you try it some time."

I blinked then shook my head. Why did I have to deal with him for the rest of the school year and the ones to come? Sometimes I wish that Fang was a normal guy and, in some cases, he is, but like I said, this was Fang. Everything about him was nowhere near normal. He was quieter than most people yet he acted like a cocky ass when he wanted to. Maybe he really was bipolar. Honestly at this point, it wouldn't surprise me. (A/N: No offense to those who actually are diagnosed with it!)

For the rest of the period, the two of us just kind of sat there drawing on each other's notebooks until the bell rang and we had to go to the next class. Iggy met us at the door (he'd been dozing off through the whole class) and we headed out to go to the next class, walking down the hall until Iggy had to leave. Of course, a certain someone with red hair suddenly appeared by Fang's arm and slipped hers through his, literally clinging onto him. "Hey Nicholas." She giggled and I swear my stomach twisted into knots as she spoke.

Fang looked down at her with one eyebrow raised and I could see the disgusted look in his eyes...well, that is until Lissa looked up at him with wide blue eyes and his expression changed, softening. No...Oh geeze, please tell me he's not... "Hi Lissa." He said, smiling softly. Yup, he was. This was bad. Like, really, really bad.

Lissa was known for going through five guys in a week, no joke, using them to gain more popularity and then dumping them the next day. As far as I know, she's dated every single guy except for Iggy and Gazzy of course. Yes, she even went for the freshmen, kids three years younger than her. It was sad, really. Now, she was going after my best friend (even though I've known him for about 24 hours) and she was going to ruin him. I didn't want that to happen, didn't want him to have to go through that. I've been through something similar and I don't want him to have to go through the same.

"I'm having some trouble catching up with History and I know you're really smart. Can you help me in the library afterschool?" Lissa's high-pitched voice cut through my thoughts and I immediately butted into the conversation. "Lissa, listen. He's new here, so I don't think he knows what's going on in the class right now-

I trailed off as Fang shot me a fierce glare to shut me up. "Of course, Lissa." The Red-Haired Wonder's eyes lit up and she waved goodbye, skipping off to her friends who giggled and gave her a high-five.

Iggy and I exchanged looks before we both turned on our friend. "What the Hell?!" Iggy exploded, staring at Fang in shock.

"What the Hell is right! Why would you agree to helping Lissa of all people?!" I added, folding my arms over my chest.

"Because she's a sweet girl!" He defended, his dark eyes narrowed at us. "I help whoever needs it, that's what I do! If you don't like it, then tell someone else, but I don't give a damn what you two think! I'm doing it and that's that!" He turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving Iggy and I standing there, confused and worried.

"If he ends up dating her, she's going to crush him." Iggy said quietly, turning his gaze on me.

"I know..." I whispered. "I'd hate to see him go through that. I'm just trying to do what's best for him, make him aware of Lissa's intentions."

"You know he won't listen; that's just how he is."

"Stupid idiot, not listening..." I sigh and tug on his sleeve. "Come on, Iggy. You should probably go." My friend nodded, waving goodbye before he walked away.

I watched him go as everyone in the halls bustled around me then turned and walked to English, my mind whirling. Why one Earth would Fang hang out with someone like Lissa? I mean, they were the complete opposite; he was quiet, sarcastic, arrogant, but a good friend and Lissa...well, you already know. Then again, you know what they say: Opposites attract.

I took my seat once I was in the classroom and Fang glanced over at me before looking away. No way, he was giving me the cold shoulder. That kid had some balls to treat me that way. I scoffed and glared at him just as Mr. Thayer cleared his throat, leaning against his desk. "Alright, I want everyone to listen up. Today I want you to get together with a partner and together you'll write a personal narrative about the person sitting next to you. The essay must be at least five paragraphs and it's due this Friday. Work efficiently and effectively and please keep your noise level down." He sat down at his desk and everyone set to work.

I nudged Fang's shoulder and raised an eyebrow when he didn't respond. "Hey Tooth, you need to work 'with the person sitting next to you'." All I got was a glare from him and that was it. "Okay, fine. I won't bother you anymore, but if you wanna get a decent grade on this stupid paper, then you have to talk to me." Nothing. G Goddammit. My anger rose and I poked his shoulder hard. "You know what? Screw you. Why don't you go and talk to that blonde chick over there so you don't have to work with me!" And you know what that asshole did? He got up and walked over to the lost puppy, smiling when she blushed and tucked some hair behind her ear.

I swear he lives to cause me pain and misery. I grimaced in disgust and stared down at the paper sitting in front of me. This was all its fault, you know? If we hadn't been assigned this stupid project, my 'partner' wouldn't have left me and I would at least have someone to work with. I raised my eyes as Dylan Andrews sat down next to me. "You need a partner?"

I blinked. Why would the most popular kid in the school wanna be partners with me? I mean, I was a bit of a nobody, but then again, I was also known as the school's bad-ass. Still, why would he even talk to me? Oh Jeez, I'm turning into one of them. Sigh. "Uh...sure?"

Dylan smiled, chuckling softly and heat rose to my cheeks. Holy lskjdf! Have to hide, have to hide, have to hide, ah! Pretend to be angry! "What the Hell? Is there something you wanna share with me?"

Dylan shook his head. "Nah, just wondering why you turned it into a question. Anyways, Maximum Ride, right?"

I nod, curiosity getting the better of me. How did he know my name? "Uh yeah, I guess." He held out his hand and I took it, shaking it. "I'm pretty sure you know me already..." I nod again. Who wouldn't know him? I mean, come on, the girls practically drooled all over his arm.

Dylan picked up the piece of paper and scanned the questions before looking up at me. "I'm assuming we answer these questions. So, what is your favorite color?" I rolled my eyes at how cheesy the question was and yawned, already sleepy. "Blue and black."

He wrote it down on the paper and looked back up at me. "Mine is green just so you know." I wrote it down also, and the questions kept on coming. I learned a lot about him during that class, and maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as bad as I thought he was. I caught Fang glaring at us from across the room though, constantly looking over at us while he smiled and laughed at Little Miss Blondie who blushed and tucked her hair behind her ears and bit her lip. Seriously?

As the bell rang, Dylan slipped a piece of paper into my pocket, waving goodbye and walking outside. The note read: I had a really awesome time getting to know you, Max. Hope to talk to you soon ;) -Dylan followed by his number. I smiled and stuffed it back into my pocket. I'd put his number into my phone later. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I made my way to the lunch area, not bothering to wait for Fang to follow. Come on, he was acting like a complete jerk, so he deserves it. I just hoped things wouldn't get any worse but I spoke too soon.

I sat down with Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, and Ella just as Fang walked by, not even sparing us a single glance and just completely ignoring us as he made his way to Little Miss Blondie. The five of us watched the two talking in shock and exchanged looks.

"Is he seriously talking to Brigid?" Gazzy said, his blue eyes wide.

"Who's Brigid?" I asked, confused.

"The girl talking to Fang. She's new here, well, not technically since she moved here like two months before Junior year ended. Lissa and her cronies have had an eye on her for a while. Oh, I wish I was as pretty as she is. I mean, come on, her hair is so shiny and blonde and her skin is completely flawless! I've tried so many products to make my skin look like that and none of them-

"Nudge, shut up!" Iggy exclaimed, covering her mouth with his hand. "Seriously, we need to get you a shock collar or something so when you don't shut up, we can shock you." He went into a mock rant before going into a series of twitches and spasms, sending Gazzy into a fit of giggles and me chuckling at his little act. Only Nudge glared at him and licked his hand.

"Ah! The poison! It's got me!" He cried, clutching his hand and moaning in pain. I laughed at the spazz, shaking my head. Ah Iggy, he never fails to amuse me.

We all stopped as Fang came over with Brigid, sitting down across from us. "Guys, I want you to meet Brigid Dwyer. Brigid, this is Max, Iggy, Nudge, Ella, and Gazzy." She waved shyly as we waved back and everything went quiet. I shifted uncomfortably, taking a sudden interest in the stain on my tray. I wonder if it would ever come off...

"Fang cleared his throat. "Have you guys seen the show the Big Bang Theory?" Yup, it worked. Iggy and Gazzy immediately went into a whole debate on whether Sheldon or Leonard was the best and Brigid decided to but in. "I honestly think Sheldon is the best. I mean, come on, the guy's a complete genius." Iggy's face brightened while Gazzy sulked. "You know what? I like this girl."

Fang smirked and leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest. Smug slkdjgs! "I knew you would."

Nudge, Ella, and I ended up having our own little conversation on whether Andy Biersack or Harry Styles was the most attractive until the bell rang. I wasn't so sure about Brigid, though. Yeah, she seemed like a sweet girl, but something seemed...I don't know, off. Maybe you could call it me just being me, but still, I needed to know. I didn't want Fang to get hurt in the end, but I knew that was going to be a hard thing to do, considering how stubborn he was.