Chapter 3
A/N: Hello again jellos. THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS. I can't believe we got reviews already !*SQUEAL* LALA. If you review I will jump on my bed. SO YAH. Want me to tell you a story? OK. Let's get started. Once their was a mouse... who lived in a house, and the mouse liked peanut butter, because who ain't love peanut butter? (Except for if you're allergic) so YAH. THat was ma story of the day. R&R. -Ashley

So here's my story of the day. I sat on the couch in my new socks. That's right. -C

Hi. -Michelle

Oooo wait! This chapter is dedicated to our first follower (not including Ashley's other account...tsk tsk ashley) DarkLove9! Thanks so much! Ok, now I'm done. -Michelle

Disclaimer: WWEEEEE DDDNNNN''TT OOWWNN MMAAXXIIMMUUMM RRIIDDEE! Could ya read that? I could... which is super duper awesome! so YIPEE KA YA YAY!

Fang's POV

As soon as I get home I head to my 'desk.' I reach under and press the tiny button at the same time I turn on my macbook. ACCESS GRANTED. My macbook screen immediately transfers me to an image of M16 HQ.

"Hello Fang," an agent says with a chirpy fake accent.

"Hello, I need my extended mission briefing please," I reply smoothly.

"Alright, right this way. "

My desk flips around to reveal an escalator. I step on and the ride down is almost 10 minutes underground. Around me there are little motion censored light bulbs lighting my path. When I get to the bottom level I see the room I saw in my macbook.

"Hello," the same agent says.

"Hi," I reply bluntly.

I am lead into a large circular room with agents bustling to and fro. The agent leads me up a staircase of polished white marble. When I reach the top, I see a woman waiting with a thick brown folder.

"Hello, Fang," she states.

"Hello," I say.

The woman doesn't even seem to take a breath as she gets right into my mission. "You were going to be transferred to Westfield High which was one school over from Max's. However she is coincidentally moving to Westfield from her old high school. You will have all your classes together and will be spending grade 12 with her. "

WHAT? I have to repeat grade 12? UURRGGHH. I groan internally.

"I hope that won't be a problem," the agents says, as if teasing me.

I shake my head as a no. Yeah, I know. I'm a great liar.

She says, "Luckily, we aren't going to leave you weaponless."

She pulls out a box from who-knows-where and hands me the box.

"Your weapons."

"Thanks," I reply half-heartedly.

"Goodbye Fang," she says before turning on her heel and clacking briskly away.

I look beside me to see another agent appear... IGGY.

"Hey," I say surprised, though I keep my expression blank.

"Ello Fangy-poo!"

I immediately shoot him a death glare as he teasingly punches me. Stupid boy.

"C'mon we better get going," Iggy says.

He leads me up another escalator until I'm back at my apartment.

"So... " Iggy says, attempting to start conversation.

"So," I reply.

"Going through high school again... interesting," Iggy says.

"Yup," I reply, sadness obvious in my voice.

"Well, at least you got some cool gadgets," Iggy says, eyes sparkling.

WEAPONS. I got weapons. I peel the tape off the box, and open it, to reveal a tracking device, a handgun, and a bulletproof vest.I also got $10 000 in cash. YES . Next to the money is a note.

Money to be used on things mission related.

Aww...

Such as clothing, housing, dates etc.

DATES?!

Dylan's POV

First day of school. OK. Dyl, you can do this. Just walk in with that dazzling smile of yours. Breathe. I walk into Westfield high, the high school Max just enrolled in for grade 12. Here I go again... literally, I already graduated last year. Second first day of senior year.

I walk into Westfield High with my new backpack slung over one shoulder, the "in" way. I walk through the crowded hallways and I immediately notice that a small pathway is being made for me. Just like old times. I walk a few more steps before I realize I don't even know where I'm going. I stop next to a boy dressed in all black.

I turn to him and ask, "Hi, um excuse me, do you know where the main office is?"

"No, I'm new here." the boy says bluntly.

"I'm Dylan, do you want to go look for it together?"

"Sure, I'm Fang, nice to meet you," Fang answers politely.

"Fang... cool name."

He nods with a short, "Thanks."

The two of us wander around a bit and out of the corner of my eye I spot a sign that says 'Office.' I look towards Fang to point it out but I see that he's already seen it.. Hmm.. observant. I am slightly surprised. Usually I'm the first to notice things, spy duh!

Max's POV

First day of senior year... here I come. I walk through the bustling hallways towards the main office. When I walk in, I see a mysterious boy walk out with a jock-looking guy. The mysterious guy is wearing all black, which makes him look sorta emo. But sorta not, does that make sense? NAW, you probably think I'm crazy. The other guy looks like a model, like the sort of guy who would be on an abercrombie magazine. They're both extremely hot. Wait, I never said that. I walk up to the receptionist to grab my schedule, even though I already know all my courses... they're all with Fang. I look at my schedule. PE, Math, Science, History... URGH, this will be a long day.

First class: PE, with Fang. OK, you can do this, you're Max the invincible. Anyways, you're a spy, if you fail PE then that's just sad. I push past the gym doors in my freshly pressed gym stirp. I walk in to see a basketball hoop with a couple kids shooting baskets. I immediately grab a ball and begin to dribble.

"Hey you, whatcha think you're doing?" a muscled kid asks me.

"Umm, playing basketball," I say with my best duh face.

"I can see that, however this court is for guys on the basketball team," the boy says, smirking in my direction.

I can't resist that challenge."What about girls?"

"Oh, there aren't any girls allowed on the team," he says giving me a once over.

Weirdo boy say what now? "Wait... no girls?"

"Yup, it's been an all boys team forever."

"Wait, no girls on the team, or no girls ALLOWED on the team?" I smirk.

"Umm," he stutters, "well, no girls have ever been strong enough for the team..."

"Well, then. I guess I'll change that," I say a bit snootily.

The jerk actually rolls his eyes. "Fine. Show us what you've got,"

I dribble across the gym while doing 5 crossovers, in under 5 seconds.

"Pretty good... for a girl," he yawns.

Mmmhhmm, sure. That's not even my best.

I stand 6 feet away from the 3 point line and make a shot with my left hand. SCORE.

"You left handed?" he asks.

I smile. "Nope, I'm a righty."

"Woah, nice! Okay, let's see what coach thinks," he says, before walking away.

"Okay class," a nearing middle-aged woman calls, "let's get started."

"Hi class, my name is Ms. Morre, and I'm going to be your phys ed teacher this year. This term, our main focuses are going to be basketball, cross country and field hockey. Tryouts are going to be held tomorrow after school so you have 24 hours to get ready for whatever sport you want to participate in. Right, today I want you to practice your shots or go outside and run laps. Your choice. Now for attendance," Ms. Morre drones on.

"Adam?"
"Here."
"Cameron?"
"Here."
"Dylan?"
"Here."

OoOoO, that was Mr. Fantabulous. I guess he has a name, Dylan.

"Jake?"
"Here."
"Um, Fang?"

"Here." I turn my head towards the voice. It's the boy I saw at the office.

"Nice name, bro," some kid yells out and a few of his friends crack up.

"Thanks," Fang responds coolly.

So that's Fang, Mr. mystery guy...

A/N: Next chapter will include... NUDGE! YAY. Which POV's do you like? We're going to be doing Max the most, Fang the second most and Dylan the third most. We might include other peeps but these are the main people... SO WATDYA THINK? R&R. :)

Anyways, so today I ate a hot dog and who knows what my parents put in there but it tasted SO GOOD. -C

Bye. -Michelle