I'm back! I hope you all enjoyed your first month of 2011! Anyways, as a special 'finally, this month is done' present, here's a chapter. And it's in Fang's POV. That's good, right. Personally, I like writing in Fang's POV better then Max's. Just because I tend to put a lot more detail in Fang then I do with Max, and I don't know why.

Anyways, I hope you all had wonderful holidays, and that none of you are stuck with the amount of homework I have. That's actually the whole reason this wasn't up. When I got back to school, we were loaded with projects: a math survey, a immigration book, a picture book, and a music play to be exact.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Maximum Ride. All characters belong to James Patterson. None of the lyrics used in this song belong to me either. The lyrics used in this chapter belong to the amazing Eminem. The lyrics from the last chapter belong to Dirty Money.

I don't know, I don't know what caused,
I don't know what caused me to be this way
I don't know, I don't know,
but I probably be this way till my dying day
I don't know why I'm so,
I'm so cold beat bangs, I don't need to say
I guess this is how you made me

Fang POV

"Daddy!" Maya jumped into my arms. I let a smile cross my face, looking down at her shining blue eyes.

"Hello, Nick." Mrs Parker walked out behind her.

"Thanks for watching her. She was okay, right?" I asked slowly, looking down at Maya, who nodded.

"Oh she was an angel, as always." Iggy's mom assured me. I placed Maya on the ground, watching as she ran to the car, before reaching into my pocket for my wallet. "No, Nick." Hey hand snapped out to stop mine. "I told you, I don't want your money."

"Are you sure?" She nodded. "Okay then… Thanks for watching her, anyways." She smiled at me, a true motherly smile. A smile that any mother should give. "Iggy's over at Krystal's, he said he'd be home in an hour." She nodded again, waving at my retreating form. I quickly made sure Maya was buckled in properly, putting the key into the ignition. Once we got back home, Jay immediately went to her room, to go do her homework; Maya followed me to the kitchen.

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked, sitting on the chair. She frowned, thinking for a bit, before she blurted:

"Ice cream!" I let a smile appear on my lips again. She reminds me so much of Angel.

"Maybe if you're good, we can have ice cream for dessert." I reasoned. She nodded, going to watch TV. I slowly walked into Jay's room, seeing her on her bed, cross-legged. She had a book between her legs, her head ducked, light brown hair blocking her face from sight.

"Sweetie?" I knocked once. Her head snapped up, her eyes searching my face.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"What do you want for dinner?" She shrugged, closing her book. I raised a brow.

"Mac 'n' Cheese, please." She finally answered. I nodded, turning to leave. "Wait, daddy!" I looked back over my shoulder at her. "That girl, Max, are you two friends?" She asked innocently.

Max, I thought. The new girl that was checking me out in class today. Turning my attention back to Jay, I shrugged. "I barley know her."

"Well," she smiled at me, making her looked older then eleven. "I think you guys should go out. She's pretty. You would look cute together." I almost laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind." I assured her, hoping she would drop it. "Dinner will be ready soon." Nodding, she reopened her book, lowering her head once more. Closing her door softly behind me, I thought about what she'd just said. Then laughed slightly, shaking my head.

"What's daddy laughing at?" Maya asked, skipping up to me. "I wanna laugh with daddy."

"It nothing, sweetie," I picked her up. "We're making Mac 'n' Cheese." I grinned at her. She beamed excitedly. "Come on, help me set up." She nodded, and together we made our way to the kitchen, preparing dinner and setting the table.

A few hours later, both girls were finally in bed, leaving me to roam the house. It was only about 10:30, and I couldn't find it in me to be tired. Eventually, I found myself in bed, staring at the ceiling, dreading going to sleep. It came, slowly, and I found myself unconscious, no horrid memory rushing behind my eyes.

Strange.

"I think he's gay…" Another girl whispered as I passed through the halls.

"I know right, he doesn't even bother looking at girls." I smirked, my hands in my pockets, head down. I'm not gay, as previously noted. None of the girls here caught my eye. Even though I highly doubt that anyone other than Paige would manage to accomplish that.

"Guys, he's not gay, so stop it. He just doesn't like any of you. Leave him alone will you." Nudge's voice rang through their conversation. "Hey, Fang." I tilted my head slightly, looking at her through the corner of my eyes. Then nodded. Nudge, already familiar with my silence, continued, "So, what do you think of the new girl, Max?" I thought about the small, one way conversation Jay and I had had last night. "She seems nice. Ya know, not like all the other girls at our school." I waited as she backtracked. "Well, mostly all of them."

"She's okay." I finally spoke, my voice quiet. Nudge nodded, falling silent beside me.

"Well, I have to go now, see you at lunch, Fang." I nodded, my form of a parting wave, and watched briefly as she turned and walked the opposite way. Turning the corner, I reached my locker, pulling out the stuff I needed for next class.

"Hey." A voice said beside me. "It's Nick, right?" I turned to face the voice. Opening the locker beside mine, was Max. "We sort of met yesterday. I'm Max."

"Fang." I said simply. She looked startled at my name, but I shrugged it off, pushing the shoes and change of clothing into my bag.

"Oh. Well, hi Fang. I guess we're locker neighbours, huh?" I shrugged, not looking at her, reaching to the top shelf. "You don't talk much do you, Mr. Jacobs?" I glanced at her once, wondering where she had heard my name before, then remembered it was how Mr. Pearson had introduced me yesterday.

"Nope." I replied flatly. Closing my locker door, I turned to Max. She was leaning on her shoulder, arms crossed over her chest, staring at me.

Paige used to do that… I shook the thought out of my head.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked, curiosity lacing through her voice. I shrugged again. "That little girl," I froze. "Is she your sister?" Hesitating for almost a full minute, I finally shook my head. "Cousin?" Once again, I shook my head. "Then how is she possibly related to you, cause there is no freaking way you… produced her. She's like 12."

"Don't worry about it." I said simply, turning to leave.

"Hey!" I could hear the soft pounding of her steps as she caught up to me. "I don't mean to intrude, I was just… curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Max." She paused, and I felt her glaring at my back.

"Then it's a good thing I'm not a cat, isn't it Nick." I shrugged. "I'm not getting an answer out of you, am I?" I shook my head, a small smirk on my face. "Fine. See you around then, Nicholas." I laughed slightly.

"See you, Kitty." I muttered over my shoulder. Continuing to the gym, I entered the locker room, grimacing at the putrid smell of overused Axe. Quickly changing, I walked into the gym, seeing the girls over at the bleachers, the guys flexing and laughing at something idiotic.

"Hey, dude." I turned to Iggy, nodding. Gym started a few moments later, and we were all directed outside to the track. I winced slightly, not wanting to do this. We all lined up, only ten of the guys in the first set. I was one of them.

"Once around, your time will be tracked once you cross." The teacher said tonelessly. He blew his whistle, and we started running. I was running lightly, whereas most of the others were full on sprinting.

The sad thing: we were tied.

This one guy glared at me, pulling ahead of me. My competitive side got the better of me, and I began running faster, pumping my arms harder, getting ahead of him again. I heard him gasp, and then I realized who he was. Chris Owens, track star. And I had long since passed him. After the first bend, he had caught up to me, and we were head-to-head for most of the bend. He passed me about halfway, but I used the final straight to gain speed. I passed him, then sprinting the rest of the way to the end. Jaws dropped as I crossed, Owens finishing 10 seconds later, putting his hands on his knees, out of breath.

I sat down on the grass, watching as the other sets went. Once the period was done, me and Iggy walked back into the building, into the lockers. Owens was still glaring at me, but I ignored him.

"Nicky!" I groaned at the high, squeaky voice. Iggy laughed, and we kept walking, our pace quickening. Now remember what I said about Lissa liking me, but we wouldn't ever actually go out. Yeah, thing is, Lissa got the point.

But then there was Brigit. She was your average popular girl: cheerleader, blonde, squeaky annoying voice, dated pretty much every guy on any team in the school —probably slept with about half of them— has a posse of wannabe Brigit's, and she got surgery on at least two parts of her body. That kind of thing.

And she likes me. (Read: She thinks I'm hot so she wants to get in my pants A.S.A.P.) (Re. Read: She stalks me every single day, even though I've told her the chances of me dating her are about the same as the chances of a meteor hitting my house.) (Re. Re. Read: Not happening.)

But does she leave me alone? No.

"Nicky!" She squealed, her heels clicking against the tiles. Crowds in the hallway parted, as if she were Queen. Her little crew, consisting of Janice, Sky and Karla, followed closely behind.

"Leave him alone, Brigit. He. Doesn't. Like. You. Get over it." Iggy said, clearly annoyed. Ignoring him completely, Brigit turned to me, pushing her chest against me. I glared at her, stepping back. She pouted, sticking an overly glossed lip out.

"But Nicky..." She whined.

"Leave him alone, slut!" A new voice entered the hallway. Heads turned to see, who else, Max, walking up to us. She came to stand beside me, arms across her chest, her eyes cold.

"Look here Newbie." Brigit briefly forgot about me, turning to Max. "I'm queen here, and no one talks to me like that." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, she clearly just did." Iggy spoke up, a smirk on his face. Brigit's face went red, her hands curling into fists.

"Whatever," she put her hand on my chest, "Let's blow this joint, ditch these losers." I could sense there was a double meaning to the first part of that sentence, but chose to ignore it. Instead, I watch for a second as her manicured nails traced down my chest, reaching the bottom of my shirt and began playing with the hem.

"Brigit, I said no." I stepped back, glaring at her.

"Ugh!" She stomped her foot down, throwing a child-like fit, and effectively breaking the heel on her shoe. She pouted, looking down. Iggy and Max tried to stifle their laughter, while I felt my lips twitch. I looked away, but saw Brigit flip us the bird. Her posse followed suit, storming off behind their leader. The crowd in the hallway had long since cleared, knowing it was just another of Brigit's attempted at landing a guy. Iggy and Max broke out laughing, recalling the last five minutes.

I shook my head, leaving them to it, walking out of the hallway, going to my next class. Ugh. It's still not lunch yet.

This was going to be a long day.

Anyways back to the story: Thanks for reading. I think next chapter with be more Max getting to know Fang. Even though I'm supposed to be working on a project that is due in like three days, I've decided to update this. That's just how much I love you all.

P.S. The chances of a meteor landing on your house are 182,138,880,000,000 to 1. Meaning Fang isn't going out with Brigit anytime soon.

—Idiotic Freak

Want to know what's extremely aggravating? When I want to watch a movie, and I can't find it! See, here I am, trying to watch 8 Mile; the movie with Eminem in it. And I looked everywhere and couldn't find it. But, eventually, I was able to watch it on this site (name of it was forgotten) and then later get it on iTunes. So, now, I can freely watch it without being extremely pissed off.