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Max's POV:

When we got to school, I was still arguing with myself about the whole 'Fang' issue. Yes, it's an issue. Some girls would be like 'OMG! I just, like, kissed the hottest guy in school! NO WAY! OMG! I think I just peed myself from being so excited!'

But me? Nooo way. To me, it's like one of the situations where you go, 'Oops! I just fell down the stairs!' Something you aren't too excited about.

After Gazzy stopped the car, I nearly threw him out the door. Going out his side would be a ton less awkward then going out Fang's side of the car. So instead of enduring the awkwardness, I shoved the Gasman to the pavement. Much better.

"Bye Max!" My mind was yanked away from it's ponderings as Angel skipped away to the middle school. Her dress had a black elastic panel at the top and flowed out into a busy, colorful flower pattern. (A/N: Every outfit on profile! Such a cute dress!)

Everyone was still piling out of the Jeep when I turned my attention back to them. Nudge was talking animatedly to Gazzy, who was rubbing his knee and shooting me dirty looks. Iggy was chucking everyone's bags out of the car, and Fang was leaning, arms crossed, against the Jeep.

Time to skedaddle! I told myself. I walked over to Nudge and tapped her shoulder, expecting just to say 'Goodbye! I'll see you in homeroom'. But no.

In a flurry of hair, she whipped around and wrapped me in a hug.

Spitting her hair out of my mouth, I managed "Okaaaay. I just wanted to say happy birthday- again."

"Thank you!" she let me go, her whole face glowing in happiness. I smiled. "Wouldn't it be so weird if I hadn't met you? I mean- what if we hadn't started talking yesterday in the hall? ZOMG! That was only YESTERDAY! And now we're, like, best friends! This year is gonna fly by! Awesome-"

She was cut off by a very high-pitched voice, "Fang!" it wailed in- I think. I couldn't tell- a happy tone. It just sounded like a cat dying. And I'm sorry if you're cat just died. That analogy was probably not very funny then.

"Ew." Nudge simply stated as Lissa walked over. The bubble of solitude around us was immediately broken as she slunk closer. Gazzy's eyebrows shot up his forehead and his eyes went wide. I guess people don't normally come up to them like this. But Lissa's just that stupid. And a whole bunch of other things that shouldn't be said.

Iggy was pretending to gag, but it was in clear view of Lissa so she knew what we were all snickering at.

"Jeff- I can see what you're doing! I'm not blind like you!" she shrieked and then looked satisfied with herself, like she just delivered the best burn ever. Like I said- stupid.

"Really? I thought everyone was blind like me! Weird." he shot back sarcastically. Not picking up on the sarcasm, she rolled her eyes and looked back to Fang.

"So Fang," she slunk closer to him. She clasped her hands behind her back and pushed out her chest so it was nearly touching his. Talk about 'EW'. He kept his face emotionless, though, I could tell it was hard for him since we were all nearly wetting ourselves back here.

"Are we still on for tomorrow night?" she hissed- I think it was supposed to be seductive but she spit on him. Now that's sexy!

"Sure." Fang said tersely. He was pressed up as far against the Jeep as possible.

"Great." she whispered, and then- seriously?!- batted her eyelashes.

"Do you have something in your eye?" Fang questioned her, though, he knew very well she didn't. Blazing red, she stuttered,

"Uh, um, I… uh… yes, I do! Can you get it out for me?" she leaned in close to his face, one eye really wide.

"Maybe you should go to the nurse." Fang said, attempting to pull his head farther back.

"No," she drew back. "I'm alright now that you're here!" she giggled.

His eyebrows knitted together, feigning stupidity. "I was here the whole time."

She giggled. "And I'm glad you were!" she murmured, trying to cover up her mistake. But failing miserably.

"Alright." his eyes darted to Iggy, glaring at him. Iggy just laughed harder, holding onto Gazzy for support but they were both going down.

Lissa put on hand on her 'hip' and the other in Fang's hair, making my blood boil, but remembering what I had done earlier, kept laughing.

I leaned over to Nudge, and whispered just loud enough for Lissa to hear, "Why is she resting her hand on her Love Handles?"

"I don't know," Nudge whispered back. "Is she proud of them?"

"Maybe, I bet she kisses them goodnight." Nudge started cracking up into the can of Coke I just realized she was holding. Lissa spun around, eyes flashing non-menacingly.

"I do not have Love Handles!" she pointed straight at me, her finger quivering. "You're the one with Love Handles!"

"No- I have hips." I twisted them a little. Iggy wolf-whistled, being told what was happening by the Gasman. So I yanked the can from Nudge's hands and hurled in at his head. Let's just say, it hit its target.

"No," she grounded out. "That- under you're shirt-aren't hips, they're balls of fat!"

"Oh really? And that- under you're bra- aren't boobs, it's toilet paper!" At first I don't think she got that I was suggesting she stuffed her bra. But then after everyone was on the pavement laughing, I think she got it. Fang was grinning at me and I felt my face heat up a bit so I turned to Nudge.

She was sitting on the ground, knees up to her chest, talking incoherently, pointing from me to Lissa and back to me, and cracking up again. Walking behind her, I swung my arms under her armpits and yanked her up. She was unsteady on her feet at first but then was able to stand without my help.

"Oh Max! This is like the best birthday ever!"

***

Homeroom- 8:15- 8:25

Gym/Chorus- 8:30- 9:00

Math- 9:05- 10:20

Cycle- 10:25 - 10:55

English- 11:00- 12:15

Lunch- 12:20- 12:50

World Civ./ Biology- 12:55 – 2:10

Language- 2:15- 2:45

Yep, that's my schedule. I know- scintillating! So now I'm in Chorus with Mr. Rathbow- he's the walking, talking Jukebox… Shaped like one too.

We're doing a Beatles project right now, so I'm basically content.

You had a choice of band or chorus, so my mom signed me up for chorus. She says it'll help me meet more girls my own age. Yipee-freaking-do-da.

Mr. Rathbow told us to pick our favorite Beatles song so I decided on Yesterday. (A/N: My favorite Beatles song, along with Blackbird- IGGY'S THEME SONG!)

So now I was just skimming through it when I felt someone sit on the bleachers next to me. Using my peripheral vision, I saw Sam. Damn, I cursed my unluckiness.

Yeah, Mom- I am totally meeting other girls my own age.

Max, it's not your mother's fault. My Voice tsked.

Oh shut up! What do you know?

Max…it warned.

Yeah, yeah. Keep my aggression in check, blah, blah, blah. I rolled my eyes and went back to reading, when Sam interrupted me- for the second time while I've known him, I might add.

"Hey Max." he began excitedly. Jeez, he was like a freaking dog. I wouldn't be surprised if he sprouted a tail and started wagging it. I nodded in acknowledgment.

"So what song did you pick?"

"Yesterday." I stated simply, turning back to the music.

"Oh," his face fell a little. "I picked Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band!"

"No surprise there." I muttered to low for him to hear.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but then Mr. Rathbow started to speak. Thank god for this refrigerator of a man!

"Okay class! So this is how it's going to go! I'll call you're name and you will come down here with your music. I saw some of you studying your music- and you were smart to. Because you will be singing your favorite part of the song up at the front. You can sing with a partner if they have the same song as you, and you can't change your songs now.

"You're part only has to be a few lines, but at least thirty seconds. I will give one more minute to decide your part and then you have to come up."

I sighed. Okay- I did have an alright voice, but did that mean I wanted to sing in front of twenty other juniors? Hell no!

Skimming through the packet, I finally chose my part.

"Okay! The minute is up! So who shall go first? Hmm…" Can you guess who goes first? Of course. "Max Ride?"

The class clapped- some out of politeness and some because Mr. Rathbow was glaring at them. I walked lightly down the bleachers, packet in my hand, taking deep breaths.

"So Maximum, what song are you singing today?" he asked kindly, and I resisted the urge to shove the packet down his throat. 'Cause I'm sweet like that.

"Yesterday." I hissed.

"Ahh! Beautiful song! So let's begin." he began playing the piano flawlessly. "Just sing when it's your part!" he called over the music.

I cleared my throat one last time, and opened my mouth:

"Yesterday,

All my troubles seemed so far away,"

My voice naturally rose higher and higher on that last line, until I was at my soprano voice.


"
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,"

I dragged the word out for a longer time then you're suppose to, but it didn't sound horrific.

"I'm not half the woman I used to be,"

I changed 'man' to 'woman' at the last second. It reminded me of this morning in the car and I almost started cracking up. Oh shit, I thought, please don't start laughing or they will send you to the loony bin. This song isn't even funny. It's sad. Then why am I laughing? Why are you asking yourself questions? WAIT- there I go again. And yet I'm still talking to myself. Maybe I should go to see a psychiatrist.

The song. My voice reminded me.

"There's a shadow hanging over me,

Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she

Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said,

Something wrong, now I long for yesterday."

For some reason Mr. Rathbow didn't stop playing, so I didn't stop singing. Ugh, he must have forgot to stop playing. He's already going senile. Fabulous. So I made the decision of trying to send him mental messages.

"Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday."

GAWD, MAN! STOP PLAYING!


"
Why she

Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.

I said,

Something wrong, now I long for yesterday."

Stop it. I command you. I will cut off all the heads of your Star Wars action figures. I'm sure you have them. And still live with your mother. You've never had a girlfriend in your life I bet.

"Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,"

STOP. IT.

"Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm."

The music finally ended and I was seething.

"Oh! Such a beautiful melody! I'm so sorry Maximum, I just couldn't end it. You were doing such a wonderful job!" I rolled my eyes and stomped back up the bleachers.

I'm so changing to band.

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