I quickly got dressed later that day. It was time for school. I fixed my hair and wore the clothes she had last seen me in. Well, the last clothes she had seen me in that were clean. As we drove to school there was the distinct sound of a motorcycle. I looked behind me and saw two motorcycles comin up. They were silver and red. On the silver I recognized Ellie. On the red there was Max. They pulled right next to us and blew us a kiss. Ellie's was directed towards Iggy and Max's towards me. Iggy stared after Ellie, completely oblivious to Max. The rest of us stared at their retreating figures. "That's her?" Nudge asked. That was probably the shortest sentence she had ever said. I nodded and continued driving. I was trying to figure out the best way to confront her. I knew what to do. I knew how to do it. I just needed to know when. She was always surrounded my people. If not by the girls who were always asking her to sleepovers and shopping, then by the guys who always asked her on dates. I knew I couldn't just go talk to her while everyone was around her. Why, do you ask? Well, how do you think they'd respond to saying we had wings? That's what I thought. Where could we talk without everyone hearing?? I soon had my answer. I saw her making her way towards me and her groups of kids follow her. She stopped and told them to stay back. They seemed shocked as she turned back towards me. They seemed flustered without her. She stopped next to me, almost touching my arm. I raised my eyes but continued to put my books into my locker. "Hey….Nick." she said, almost laughing at my cover name. I turned to face her and said, "What's funny?" She smiled and my heart gave a little squeeze. I almost forgot what she looked like when she smiled. "Your name. You look more like a Fang than a Nick." She laughed. "Hey remember when we had to take you to the hospital and your name was Nick? We always called you Fnick." She laughed again. "Yeah. So you remember?" I asked, getting to the point. She looked down. "That's what I wanted to talk about. But not here, they would freak. So how about Saturday? We can go to lunch?" she asked, her face hopeful. "Ummm, yeah. Sure. Where should we meet you?" I asked. She looked back down again. "Yeah. I was hoping it would just be you and me. This time. Just to talk over.. stuff. Is that okay?" "Yeah. No problem. I'll meet you at your house?" She looked back up. "Or do you want to pick me up?" I asked quickly. "No. You can pick me up. "Here's my number." She pulled a pen from my locker and wrote it on my hand along with her address. She smiled and walked off. I stared after her, dumbfounded.