Chapter four: Max

I shook my hair out of my helmet, still sitting on my still running motorcycle. I'm in the almost crowded parking lot of Arizona High, getting ready to walk in. I say almost crowded because the space where my crew and I park at is always reserved just for us. Though there is a new motor bike over here….

"Yo, Stark. What's up with the wheels? You got a new bike or something?" I asked my right hand man, Stark James. With his new haircut, his black hair makes him look even more dangerous than before (but still not as dangerous as yours truly). His dark brown eyes remain unreadable, which reassures me that he would never rat out my secrets. Especially not the Big One. Only he knows the Big One.

"I wish I did. This old thing I got barely wants to stay running for a whole hundred miles. Makes day travelling impossible," he answered. Day travelling is going as far as you possibly can in a day before having to return home before midnight.

"Well the other four have cars, and I doubt they plan to change that. So, somebody is about to get towed!" The last word was spoken the loudest, allowing my secondary crew to hear my words. Obediently, four guys lifted the other black bike (almost as sleek as my own) and carried it to the other side of the boundary of my crew's spot.

"Hey, what are you doing with my ride?!" I looked up and saw a strawberry blonde walk towards me. His face was twisted in anger as he looked on in disbelief.

"Your 'ride' was in the wrong spot," I said, putting a hand on my hip.

"It's not like it's been reserved for anybody. You don't move my bike just so a friend can…." Too many words. I nodded to Stark, who punched the guy in the nose. Silence befell upon the student lot as everybody watched the new kid slowly pick himself off of the ground, his nose bleeding.

"You're going to wish you never did that," he growled. Four camaros pulled into the boundary at the same time (almost running over the newbie), and my four other friends joined my sides. The four were Angie, Zephyr, JJ, and Dylan.

"You think somebody is actually afraid of you? We run this school, new idiot," Zephyr pointed out. JJ, Angie, and I flipped our hair off of our shoulders at the same time.

"Just because you have cool rides doesn't mean you rule me," the guy retorted. Stark stood beside me.

"Maybe. But the fact that we can whoop your ass from here to the top of the Rockies and back pretty much says we do," he retorted.

"James, what's going on over here? These people giving you a hard time?" a raven asked, joining the other guy's side. Now this is a guy that could possibly (read: possibly) give me a run for my money. His muscles-though not totally out there- were there, begging to be out of that black shirt he was wearing. He has awesome abs, but I've seen better (specifically on Stark. Mm, that boy shirtless is a sight I will happily stare at all day). He looks to have two inches on my 5'10, which is a bummer.

"No, we were just letting him know how things run around here," I said as sweetly as I possibly could muster. Judging from the other girls' snorts, it wasn't all that sweetly.

"They moved my ride, Fang. You know how I feel about people touching my ride," the boy called James said. The boy Fang (suits him: he could pass for a vampire with all that black) looked me and Stark up and down before staring at the other four.

"Nothing to worry about. Only these two look strong enough to cause any trouble."

"Hey, you better watch how you talk about the Flock. Not many people live to see the next day when they do," Ella said from behind the two boys. She joined my side and gave me a side hug.

"It's about time you got back, girly. How was summer in Cali?"

"It was wonderful, thank you."

"Tell me about it. But first…." I let her go and implanted my fist in the raven's face. He fell back and cradled his nose. "Don't talk about my crew. That's your first and only warning." I snapped as he jumped to his feet. Four football players grabbed him; my crew and I waved to him and strolled into the school as a wrestler started punching him in the stomach.

What can I say? I don't like always being the one beating people up.

So, what do you think? Is Max bad ass enough for you? Let me know, would ya?

Also, for those of you who like Sword Art Online, I have fixed the chapter for The Flock vs the SAO Survivors. I realized it was messed up.

-RozaCourt