Wow, I'm so sorry about how long it's been since I last updated. Please don't kill me. Some people told me that the FangPOV was bad, and some told me that it was good… I want everyone that feels like it to tell me what they thought, because I'm not a dude, and therefore, I don't know how they think.

Please tell me if I'm doing anything horribly. I want to know. I want criticism, and I don't care if it's constructive.

Sorry about any language!

'Kay, on with the story.

Chapter 4

MaxPOV

"'Kay girls, one lap!" I yelled. Everyone was already here, except Lissa. I had a plan for today: easy on the other girls, drills that they had no problem doing, and hard on Lissa. One lap for the actual players, ten for the girl who joined for Nick.

"Only one?" asked Kaylee incredulously.

I gave the girls a pointed look. "Lissa joined today."

They got it. I usually gave them at least eight laps around the track, but the one other time a girl joined for a guy, I only gave them one. I smiled at them evilly, and they took off. I had already done my ten laps before any of the girls got here. Hey, I wasn't going to let myself off easy.

Lissa walked up just as they finished. They all panted exaggeratedly. I rolled my eyes at them and Kaylee winked back. "Hey, Lissa, where are your cleats?" I asked. She was still in a pair of stupid heels.

"Well, Max, I wasn't aware I would be on the team this morning, so I don't have any," she smirked. Oh man, was that gonna disappear quick.

I smiled back. "Well, how do you plan on doing your laps without cleats? Are you gonna do them in your heels?"

"I was told that if I talked to the coach, she could find something for me, or I could sit out. So where is she?" Lissa asked, looking supremely confident that this was going to be a great, easy practice for her. Nope.

"Well, you see sweetie, the coach couldn't be here today, so the team captain gets to coach," I explained.

"Okay, so who's captain?" She looked around, as if expecting another person to walk out of the woods or something.

"Well, actually, it's me," I said.

Her eyes got wide. "You? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Nope. The girls here just finished their eight laps, so you have to do eight, plus two, for being late." I smiled at her furious expression.

"And my shoes?" she asked me, clearly thinking that this would get her out of the laps.

Yeah, right. "Well, the team has an extra pair, but you could use mine if you want. I can't really do much and watch everyone." I sighed dramatically.

"I think I'll take the teams, thanks," she shot at me.

"Okay, team, suit her up!" I yelled and let the team get to work. When she returned, Lissa was looking disgusted at her own feet, which had been shoved into a horrible pair of old Nikes. Hey, I had offered her my, top of the line Nikes, but she said 'No.' Her mistake.

They boys returned from their monster-lap (around the soccer fields, the tennis courts, the track, the schools, the baseball and softball fields, and back), most with their shirts off. Iggy was in the lead, his pale torso bare. Next came Nick, his extremely tan torso covered up. Thank god. Lissa was looking at him, obviously disappointed.

Time for some major embarrassment. "Lissa! Get to your laps! Girls, stretches!" I yelled. Oh man, this was going to be fun.

Nick looked over at the sound of my voice. Great. "Kaylee, watch Lissa, I'm gonna do some monsters."

She looked over, saw Nick looking at me and nodded. "Don't be too long. You'll miss all the fun."

"No worries." I ran three monsters without even getting tired, but I had to stop because Lissa was sitting by the far goal and wouldn't get up, despite Kaylee's threats.

"Lissa! Get up!" I yelled as I ran over to her.

"I warned ya," said Kaylee with an 'I-told-you-so' look on her face. She ran back over to the girls, who were done stretching and had gone into the man-on drill we did all the time. "She's done one and a half laps," she yelled back to me.

I shook my head in mock disapproval, enjoying every moment of it. "Lissa, Lissa, Lissa. If you don't start showing some backbone you're gonna get kicked off the team." I grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "Do you want that?" Luckily, she had chosen the end closest to the boys' field, and they could all hear me.

"Maybe I do!" she said.

"Oh! What's your worst grade?" I asked. Sounds random, I know. Just wait.

"Why should I tell you?" she spit at me.

"Because if it is too bad, you can't be on this team anyway," I replied.

"Um, a D."

"Oh, no dice babe. No worse than a C allowed. Maybe the occasional C-." Oh god was I loving this. She turned around and marched off. "Hey, those are team property! You know, those cleats? We need them back so we can lend them to other idiots that try to get on the team to impress a boy!"

She kicked them off and continued to walk. "Hey, those are our socks also! Unless you want to where you hells with them!" I yelled.

She pulled them off and said, "Happy, bitch?"

I stopped in my tracks. "What did you call me?"

"You heard me, bitch."

Oh man, if she lived through this, she was gonna be lucky. I was shaking. No one calls me bitch. "Call me bitch one more time."

"Bitch," she said.

I was gonna kill her. I started to walk towards her, slowly, intimidating. I felt a pair of warm, strong arms go around my waist, pinning my arms to my sides. "Iggy, let go of me," I growled.

"No," he growled right back. But, I told you I was the best athlete in the school, right? Well, now I'm gonna prove it. I heaved forward, breaking out of his grip. Lissa was still standing in the same spot, frozen with fear.

I flat out ran this time.

But I never made it to Lissa. This time, a much tanner pair of arms caught me from the side. I instantly remembered the hard body one arm was caught next to. "Nick, let go," I said deliberately.

"No," he retorted, his voice just as precise. I growled. My left arm was held down to my side by his hands, my right pinned between my side and his bare chest. He must've taken his shirt off while I was running.

"Let go." I tried not to think about how nice it felt to be touching his bare chest.

No! It does not feel good at all!

Iggy walked over to me. "You gonna kill Lissa if Nick lets you go?" he questioned.

"Yes," I hissed.

"Now, Max, that isn't very nice."

"Fine, I won't kill her, or hurt her. I'll walk away. Just let me go," I said. I had to get out of Nick's arms, which had stopped being restrictive, and were comfortable now. Nick let me go, and I turned around and started walking over to where Kaylee was waiting for me.

"Yeah, that's right! Walk away, whore! You're too scared anyway!" yelled Lissa.

Oh no she didn't. Kaylee talked me, pinning me to the ground with her body as Nick talked Iggy. Iggy would allow bitch, but whore? Not a chance. He roared from under Nick. I struggled to get up, but Kaylee had me good. Lissa turned and ran. Only when she was out of sight did Kaylee let me up. Nick followed her lead, letting Iggy up.

Iggy and I looked at each other, the way Lissa had gone, and back at each other. Then, smirking evilly, we turned and walked back to our different fields.

Hey, when you have a pyro brother, and you're, well, me, there isn't much you can't pull off. Two kids, top of the class, both with a certain disregard for rules, that are the most popular kids in the grade. And one just happens to be a pyro… you can do just about anything.

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