Okay! You guys are totally are totally awesome! Seriously! I counted twelve reviews for that ONE chapter! TWELVE! Do you know how fangirly happy I am right now!? I am extremely fangirly happy right now! You guys just went BOOM! With all the reviews! It was completely awesome! So I would like to say thank you to all! Now... Back to boring stuff. I don't own Maximum Ride, but if I did Dylan would be dead in the seventh layer of hell along with Bridget! They took away my Faxy Fax! Oh, and this chapter will have a little bit of Fax, maybe. ONWARD!

After my little "incident" with Lissa I was in a pretty good mood until the bell rang.

Biology. Fun! (Note: The thinly veiled SARCASM.)

Yeah, I don't really… let's say…like biology. I've always hated it, ever since freshman year when I saw it on my schedule. But you're probably wondering why I hate it so much. One answer: Needles. They scare me and always have. It could have to do with the fact that when I was five I got an infection from a needle so bad that I had to be hospitalized. But that's only a guess. It could be because needles just overall suck.

But let's just get on with the rest of the day shall we?

I open the door to biology, first one in class. Nice. Now normally in any other class I would hate being first but when you have a super, totally, awesome teacher named Mr. Wright you can sit wherever you want whenever you want. This basically means… NO SEATING CHARTS!

Yep. Sit somewhere new everyday for all he cares. Just get here on time and shut up and you really can't flunk this class. I mean… yeah, I hate biology with a passion almost as strong as how much I hate shopping.

But having an awesome teacher to the worst subject ever made makes this an okay. I mean I still hated it with a passion. But he made class sorta fun and slightly more bearable.

I take my seat at the back of the class and start to doodle until the bell rings. And then every ounce of my attention goes to drawing little atoms and scientific stuff. See as long as you hand in something litigable you pass the class. And yes, I know that sounds stupid, but Mr. Wright is really really old. He never actually says his age but the rest of the class and I all guess it's somewhere in the near triple-digits.

But when you turn in a picture of an atom, it goes into the automatic extra credit spot. So, to answer your unspoken question; yes, that is basically the only thing my grade is based off of.

Mr. Wright drones on and on about how Carbon atoms are different than some other atom that looks like it, saying scientific stuff. And I'm almost ready to kill him by gouging his eyes in when the door opens revealing... Santa Claus!

Did anyone fall for that? Really? Alright; you in the green shirt, you in the Detroit's hat, and you in the way back wearing the blue scarf...Yes you! Get up here and apologize to all the people reading my story for being such gullible suckers. Alright enough with the public humiliation, back to who came in the room...

No, it wasn't Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny.

It was Fang.

He stands there with a huge; you guessed it black binder along with an even huger standard science text book. Mr. Wright looks over to Fang clearly annoyed—he doesn't even try to hide it—and sighs shaking his head.

Now you should know this about Mr. Wright, he loathes tardiness. But he loves fresh meat, aka new kids. And not in that creepy stalker Edward-Bella way; I mean in the way were he torments the new kids constantly. But when you're late and new; well let's just say you learn to speak Neanderthal and primal rage fluently. "Mr. Martinez so nice to see you again," Mr. Wright says even though he's never met Fang.

Fangs eyes search for an empty seat in the class room. It only takes me a second to realize that the only seat empty is right next to me. How clique is that for ya?

Just. My. Freaking. Luck.

Mr. Wright notices this too and smiles brightly at me. I mentally groan. Of course Mr. Wright would notice the only empty seat is next to me. Because I have to be his favorite student, out of all the people in this school I'm his favorite. There are all the preppy school girls willing to sleep with him for a good grade but he chooses moi to be his favorite. I don't even know what I did exactly to earn that oh-so-respected title. I sit in the back of the class doodling in my notebook, never raise my hand, and am quiet. So it's like I'm not even there. Nope! None of that with him though!

I got stuck being his favorite. And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna stay stuck too.

"You can go sit next to Miss Ride Mr. Martinez." Fang looks around for me not by turning his head but flicking his eyes around the room. "Miss Ride please raise your hand."

I sigh exasperated and raise my hand. Well you know that old saying:

Life Sucks!

Fang and I pass notes the rest of the class period. And no, for all you hopeless romantics we did not talk about how it's love at fist sight and all that crap. That's too mushy for regular people (regular people doesn't include Nudge), so you can just imagine my reaction to it. And eventually he annoys me to the point where I'm about to force feed him to a starving manatee—manatees are vegetarians oh smart ones. But since all manatees would mind control the world with their cuteness and force the world to kill me… I settle for crumpling it into a ball and throwing at Fang's head instead.

He looks surprised for a moment and then makes a face saying that I will get you back for that. Of course you will Fang, my face says, because absolutely nothing gets past the great Fang Martinez.

And then I get a snide comment that would just make Fang explode: He can get me back as much as he can get away from Lissa when she… ahem… "flirts" with him. The thought brings a smile to my lips and I can't help but let out a quiet chuckle.

No one hears except Fang who just looks at me strangely and I make a hand gesture that basically says "I'll tell you later." And continue to work on my doodles.

Is it filler? Sadly enough, yes.

Do I hate myself for giving you this piece of crap? Absolutely.

Do I still want at least one review? Unless you are on a hospital bed unconscious with a million-billion broken bones then yes.