CHAPTER 1:

Disclaimer: Only one for this fan fiction... I do not own Maximum Ride, only the plot.

MAX POV:

It's funny how a single person can change your whole life entirely. One minute you're living like you always have. Waking up, going to school doing homework, eating, and sleeping. La vie quotidienne, as they say in France.

And then all do a sudden, like lightning striking a tree, a person enters your life and your whole story is rewritten.

You ask, "What story?"

Well, reader, I'm talking about this story. This is the story of how my life changed.

This is the story of how I met Fang.

It's Friday, and Fridays mean parties. Parties mean fights, and fights mean human slaves for a day. Hmmm... I have my Physics and Precalc homework that needs to be done... yeah. That'll be good work.

You must be pretty dang confused right now- I know I would be. It started in the beginning of freshman year, at Wasson High School in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Me, Iggy, Ella, and Mom. Mom was a veternarian, opening up her own line of work.

Anyways, newbies have to make a rep, am I right? And I was not one to be bullied. So Iggy and I DID NOT sneak out to a party the first Friday of school. A different high schooler holds one every Friday, in a different place. Obviously, when you go to a party, as a new kid, you're some how targeted by those who didn't know what to expect from you.

Determined to make a strong reputation, I did the natural thing and made a bet, then I picked a fight with every single one of those suckers.

Crazy Max, you're probably thinking. Nope. Crazy them. Who was the one who took karate, tae kwon doe, and judo since the age of five? MAXIMUM MARTINEZ. Who's the one who has a black belt in all of them? MAX, that's who. Who's the one who's gonna get their sorry asses kicked? THEM. Exactly. So I was on the better end of the bargain.

The bet was that if they won, which was highly unlikely, the owner of the sorry-ass I whooped would have me do anything they wanted for twenty-four hours, vice versa. Sad to say-for them- I got the entire football team as my slave for eleven days, one guy for each day.

This bet has been going on for two years. And may proudly say, I haven't lost a single one. I've beaten the entire male population who even tried to challenge me. Only my brother Iggy was the smart guy of the bunch, and he isn't necessarily the wittiest person (coughmecough...um, who said that?)

Until that one, fateful day...

Yikes.I sound like some romantic sap telling a romance story. Well, mind my horrible romance-story telling tactic and keep paying attention.

FANG POV:

"Uh, I'm new here. Nick Walker," I told the lady at the front desk of Wasson High School. We moved here yesterday, the day before school started, due to certain events that I have no intent of explaining, and Mom wanted to move to the other side of the country. So here we are in Colorado Springs, Colorado (hello, HickTown, USA) when I could be doing other things in our old home in NYC. Great.

Just great.

"Hello, Nick, I'm Miss Brady, your school seceratary, here at Wasson High School. Your Principal, Mr. Drew, is through this door to the right, and Vice Principal Pruitt is to the other door on the left," she explained, gesturing to the doors on each side.

"Here's your schedule, and your guide should be waiting for you at the door out of the office. They'll show you around. Have a good day here, at Wasson High!" She said, smiling brightly and waving me out the door as I took a look at my schedule.

Biology

Physics

Language Arts

Study Hall

Lunch

Pre-Calculus

Creative Writing

AP History

Gym

I sauntered out the office door and looked around for my guide - hopefully not one of those stalkerish, overly perky girls. The only person wandering the halls this early in the morning was a tall dude, who looked like he got as much sleep as I did, which was not a lot.

"Hey, man. I'm Iggy, and I guess I'm your guide today. Can I see your schedule?" Iggy asked. I nodded, not saying much and taking it out of my bag.

"Hey, we've got Biology, Gym, Study Hall, and Lunch period together. And you have Physics and a couple other classes with my sister. That's cool," he said. I simply nodded again, as he handed my schedule back.

"Come on, let's head to biology first."

Biology was quite uneventful, especially because I learned everything I learned today, before in New York. Iggy was in that class, so there was at least one person I knew.

Well, kind of knew.

The entire class period, Iggy was pointing out who everyone is, what their 'ranking' was, and their 'status'. Honestly? The whole time, I just pretended to listen while really, I was writing my new book, 101 Better Things Fang Could Be Doing Right Now.

This continued the rest of the 45 minute period of biology (insert bored-face emoticon).

When the bell rang, Iggy guided me out of class and to my locker. Locker number 683, right next to Iggy and another girl.

"Hey, sista!" Iggy exclaimed.

Aha. So this was his sister.

She turned to glare at him but under that glare, she was quite pretty. Now, what did Iggy say this girl's name was...

"Don't call me that Igs, for the millionth time," she growled lowly, glaring.

"Sorry, Maxie," Iggy replied. Max went back to her locker. I coughed pointedly for I wasn't introduced yet, and she turned back around.

"Who're you?" she asked.

"This is Fang. He's new here," Iggy interjected.

"I can see that, and I'm pretty sure he can talk for himself," Max replied.

I stuck out my hand, and replied, "Fang Walker."

She shook it, and said "Maximum Martinez. What kind of name is Fang?"

"What kind of a name is Maximum?" I replied, not missing a beat.

"WHAT KIND OF A NAME IS IGGY?" You guessed it-Iggy yelled out loud, causing us to get strange stares from the passers in the hallway.

"You're alright," Max told me, "You should hang out with us at lunch period. But you don't have to since this turd-bucket'll be there..."

"Hey! That's my job to show him around, an ask him to sit with us at lunch!" Iggy complained.

"But then he wouldn't sit with us," was Max's comeback. "Now lets get to physics, Fang." Dang, that girl is good.

Physics was...interesting, to say the least. A couple of girls were glaring at Max strangely.

"Why-" I began.

"Supposedly, you're the new thing, and they're jealous of the fact that I walked in and am currently sitting with you," she replied.

"Feeling special?" I asked just to get under her skin. Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit, as Max looked at me disgustedly, and said under her breath,

"What a cocky bastard. Thinks he's all that. Can't believe I thought he was okay. Physics homework... Yeah, he'll be doing my physics homework tonight," she muttered under her breath.

I guess I wasn't supposed to hear that, but what about her homework? Why would I be doing it? I had to ask Iggy.

Needless to say, she didn't talk to me the rest of the period, not that I minded. I don't talk much anyway.

After Physics was finally over, I cautiously followed Max out of the classroom and to the next class, Language Arts. I walked in, and sat at the back of the room. A minute later, Max walked in with another girl, and sat in front of my seat. This new girl spun around and faced me.

"Hey, I'm Nudge. That's Max over there," and the girl mentioned did nothing at the sound of her name. "And I'm Iggy's girlfriend. Did he show you around here at Wasson? If he didn't I'll be sure to give him a... yeah, never mind. You wouldn't want to know about it. How do you like it here? Made any friends? Iggy? Max? Me? Ella? Well, Ella's in freshman, so you probably don't have any classes with her... And Ella is also Max and Iggy's sister. What's your name?" Nudge finally finished.

"Nick Walker," I replied.

"I thought your name was Fang..." Max said.

"It is," I responded, without making eye contact with her.

"Oooh, Nick Walker. Sounds kind of preppy," I glared at her, as Max chuckled, and Nudge quickly backtracked, "But it isn't... I said it sounds preppy. And it's not. Fang sounds wwaayy better. Totally. How'd you get it? Are you obsessed with Edward Cullen, and Jacob Black? Ugh, neither of them are hot. Seriously, Ed's pale, like death scared the bejeezies outa him, and Jacob's like...Jacob. Don't ya think? I prefer pale, but not too pale, tall, nice eyed, muscular - but not bulky - guys."

"Which is why you don't like Iggy," Max interrupted.

"But I just described him!" Nudge said exasperatedly.

"No... Iggy isn't 'nice eyed', 'not too pale' or muscular. I'll give you tall, but nothing else," Max countered.

"Whatever! You and Fang have really pretty eyes too. Like really pretty. Hey! Is that Selena over there? I have to ask her where she got her shirt. It's so cute! Sele-"

MAX POV:

"It's so cute! Sele-" and that was my cue to cut her off.

Fang finally looked at me (not that I was watching...pshaw) and gave me a look I interpreted as Did she really just go from my name, to Twilight characters' "hotness", to that chick's shirt, over there?

"Did you really just go from my name, to Twilight characters' hotness, to her shirt, over there?" Fang asked. Okay. I was close. He didn't say "chick".

Nudge smiled sheepishly, and said, "You forgot to mention all in one breath..."

"LADIES! And, uh, Nick! Refrain from talking during this class," Mrs. Kieser said,"Converse during break, study hall, or lunch. Just not here!" Nudge and I nodded, as if agreeing, and then returning to our previous deed...conversing.

The next three periods, I shared with Fang. Study Hall, Lunch, and Pre-Calc. I talked more to Fang, partially 'against my will', but I liked talking to him. He was easy to talk to, more or less. That is, until I had to tell him about the bet.

"Max, in physics, you said something about me doing your homework. What was that?" Fang asked me quietly, during Pre-Calculus. I looked at him for a while, and instead of squirming, like I expected, he held his ground, and stared right back. I suppose I should tell him.

"Well...two years ago, when Iggy, Ella and I first moved here, we were new kids. Usually new kids get picked on." He had a wondering look in his eyes, so I took a wild guess, and answered his unsaid question.

"You probably haven't, because you're not ugly and you've got a 'Fuck Off' aura."

He glared at me this time. "Or, it could also be that you're hanging out with me, the toughest person in school, who can hypothetically beat up anyone."

This time, Fang raised a questioning eyebrow, and so I continued.

"So every Friday, there's a party at a high schoolers place. Me and Iggy snuck out. I got hit on by a lot of sexist jocks, so I challenged them to an old-school fist fight. We made a bet, if I won, they had to do anything I wanted for twenty-four hours. If they one, it was the same consequence, just vice versa. This has been going on every Friday for two years. Mom and Dad know, they just said no alcohol and drugs...that kind of stuff. Not that I listen about alcohol. Oh, and I've never lost a fight. The first Friday, I had eleven football players as my slave for eleven days. It was awesome." After my long speech, Fang simply nodded. NODDED. Nothing else. Just a nod.

My self-esteem plummeted faster than the speed of light.

"Who're you challenging today?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm not sure yet. Usually the guys make the newbie challenge me...and that would be you." I finished. Another head nod.

"Do you accept?" Another head nod.

GOSH I FEEL LIKE I'M TALKING TO A BRICK WALL! A chuckle. Wait...Fang's chuckle? Did I say that aloud? Oops

"Brick wall? Gosh, thanks," Fang replied sardonically.

"Argh. Idiot," I said, before raising a hand good-bye and striding away.

And that, everybody, was my first encounter with Fang.

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And that everybody, was chapter one. Edited by ... I forget her fanfic... but Aliza!

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