I know both of these chapters are boring. Just bear with me here. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maximum Ride or When the Wind Blows

Max POV

Period 6 was just study hall, which only about 20 kids have because they didn't want two electives or in my case, none were able to squeeze another student (at least none I wanted). Ella's only elective was Theater Arts. Fang had study hall too, and weirdly enough was sitting by himself, reading. I went over there and sat across from him.

"Hey Max," he whispered, since study hall was in the school library.

"Hey. How come you have study hall?"

He shrugged, "Electives aren't my thing."

"So do you, have any electives at all?"

"Yup," he said, and went back to reading his book, When the Wind Blows by James Patterson. I could take a hint. I just took out my Bio homework and started working on it.

After the bell rang for lunch and I finished putting my things back into my backpack, I noticed Fang waiting for me. I scrunched up A/N I couldn't remember the word :P my eyebrows and said cautiously, "Heeey…"

"Your sitting with us for lunch right?" he asked, confused at why I was making a big deal out of him waiting for me.

"Uhm…ya. I guess I just wasn't expecting you to wait for me. Thanks," I added.

After that we kind of got over the awkwardness and started talking about everything while we were going to his locker. We talked about the P.E thing, Rachel, Rose, how Sam apologized (smartly omitting the fact that I think I like-like him), Bridget- yes we're such good friends that I could talk smack about his girlfriend without him saying anything. And then of course, Bridget comes up with a smiling face, but angry eyes.

"Oh, hey Max! Are you going to be sitting with Fangie and me in the cool table?" she asked in a voice dripping with bitter honey.

"Oh hey Bridget! No, sorry I can't make it to the cool table today. But OMG, did you see that red-head with the multiple personality disorder!?" I squealed in my best valley-girl voice. Then I said "Have fun" to Fang, rolled my eyes so she could clearly see, and nudged past her to my locker.

Fang POV

"Oh hey Bridget! OMG, did you SEE that red-head with the slinky shirt and the multiple personality disorder!?" Max squealed in a voice that was exactly like Bridget's. Then she turned around, nudging Bridget in the process, said "Have fun" to me, and then went to her locker. After she left, I couldn't help it, I CRACKED UP. Not only because of what Max had just said, but because of the confused look on Bridget's face.

"Red Head with a multiple personality disorder? What is she talking about?"

And what was I supposed to say to that? She's talking about you stupid! Not if I wanted a repeat of bio. So I said ever so smartly "I have no idea." Which made her think I was being sarcastic.

"Fang! Tell m- OMG, she's talking about ME isn't she!? That stupid bi***. Who does she think she is anyways? Why do you even hang out with her? To get back at me for that time I made-out with Sam?"

"No, its not cuz of- You did what??!! Whatever. Never mind. Let's just go have lunch." Ya, with Sam. That should make her SOO happy. Wait, forget I said that. I'm Fang. I don't care if my girlfriend cheats on me. But at least she shut up.

In lunch, Max didn't sit with us, but sat with Rachel, Kira, Morgan, Will, Tom, Christian, Keith, and such. We usually sit in the same tables everyday, the ones that are outdoors, next to the stage and Kira's group usually sits next to us. We still talk to each other, but most conversations are with the ones in our table.

Today everyone were suffocating Max though, asking her this and that. When I say everyone, I only mean the people who I sit with. You didn't see anybody from Kira's table crowding her. No, they were just laughing with her, trying to make it bearable. Finally the bell rang, and you could see the relief in her face.

"Don't worry, it won't be like this tomorrow," I said and winked.

Max POV

Lunch was a nightmare. There were two groups: Rachel's group who are the rebel-cool type and Fang's group who are the popular/jock-cool type. They were split into two tables because there's way different conversations going around between the two groups, and also because both groups won't fit in one table

But anyways, during lunch, everyone from Fang's group (except Bridget) swamped me and Ella with all these questions that were things like: What was your social rank in your old school? How's California? Have you met any celebrities? Do you like it here so far? I didn't answer a single one of them. I was just pretending I didn't hear them- which would be pretty possible actually because there's so many people that the questions get smooshed together and incomprehensible- and just talked to Ella, Rachel, Kira, Morgan, etc. (I don't mean to like be all Oh, everyone else isn't worth mentioning, its just they're the closest). I'm not really sure if Ella answered the questions because I honestly couldn't hear I was SO relieved when the bell rang and I made it clear to everyone. Then the weirdest thing happened. Fang said "Don't worry, it won't be like this tomorrow," and WINKED. That's right W-I-N-K-E-D. That kind of messed up my brain a little because it was unexpected and downright odd.

Because I was so special and the counselor was nice, I got to go straight home after lunch. All the electives for every single period were full, and they didn't really see the point of a smartie like me having study hall for 2 periods, so I got to leave school early at 1:30 instead of 2:15. And it worked out perfectly because Angel's school let out at 2:15 too, so I just picked her up (Nudge had already been picked up) and we walked home. Ella usually gets out at 1:30 too, but she had to stay because of her cheerleading tryouts. I listened to Angel gush about her day; about how her teacher, Mrs. Gold, was so sweet and loved her and how she had made so many friends. I tried listening to her but my head was already spinning with my own day.

But then of course when I got home, what was waiting for me didn't exactly help my headache. How could it? This IS my life we're talking about.

Updates won't be happening soon especially because I don't know what's waiting for max at home :p. Well I do, but I think it's lame, so I have to come up with something new.