Updating now! Sorry it took me so long; I was too busy polishing it up. And actually figuring out how I'm going to start this chapter. But here it is! I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Maybe owning MR will be my birthday gift this year, but so far, I do not own it.

Chapter two: Fang

"I thought you said the transfer will be here in time for practice," I said to the main track coach. The entire track team is waiting for the California track transfer. But so far, she is a no show. Which is making us late to start practice.

"That's what the e-mail. Don't worry, she's…."

"So sorry I'm late! Traffic was a beast, so I had to jog all the way to my dorm to grab my track stuff!"

I turned around at the sound of a female voice, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: my version of falling over in surprise. A dirty blond was sprinting across the field to the team. She wore Nike up and down: Nike black tank top, Nike black shorts, Nike black and white running shoes, even Nike hair tie to put her hair up in. she had the body and stance of someone who runs track. We chose well.

"Ms. Ride, I hope you do not plan to be late for every practice," the female coach said. The transfer rolled her eyes as she pulled her hair up into the ponytail.

"Don't worry: I won't now that I'm on campus. So." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I would like to introduce myself by proving myself. Who is the fastest mile runner here?"

"That would be me. Nicholas Walker." She shook my hand.

"Max Ride. I challenge you to a mile race." The other boys snickered at her while the girls looked at her like she was crazy. 'She cannot be serious,' I thought.

"Alright." We got into position for the mile run. The gun went off, and the two of us took off. By the time we rounded the first curve, I was ahead. By the last lap around, I was so sure I was going to win that I slowed to a jog. I regretted that when a flash of dirty blond went straight past me. I sped back up to full speed, but it was too late. She finished a full ten seconds ahead of me. And then she wasn't even breathing hard.

"Fine way to introduce myself eh? Let me rephrase my intro." She smirked at all of our shocked faces. "I am Maximum Ride. And I hold the record of the fastest mile run time."

~Line Break~

I walked out of the locker room and slung my sports bag on my shoulder. Practice just ended, and I'm the first male to finish showering. I walked outside and saw the transfer standing by the lot.

"You need a ride, Ride?" I asked her. She turned around and gave me a smile.

"Yes, thank you. I have no idea which way the dorms are." I led her to my black Camaro and heard her whistle. "Nice wheels, Walker. I'm impressed."

"You just made my day. I live for the thrill of impressing transfers," I said. She caught on to my sarcasm instantly and glared at me.

"Very funny." We got into my car and I drove to the dorms all the way on the other side of the campus.

"So, you jogged from…."

"Phoenix."

"All the way to the dorms. Then you…."

"Sprinted."

"From the dorms to the field. Then you…."

"Smoked." I glared at her.

"Me in a race. How on earth were you not tired by the time actual practice started?"

"I have pushed myself past my limits so many times that I no longer have easy to reach limits. Being tired and exhausted is no longer a part of me."

"What has been your motivation to always push yourself?"

"Getting away from my perverted coach," was her instant answer. My eyes widened, and I'm sure hers did as well. "Shit, I…. Let me out!"

"But we're…."

"Now!" I stopped the car. She jumped out and ran away.

'What on earth did her coach do to her?'