Yay. Another Chapter. Fangs here. And Ella. As well as Lissa, Sam and Dylan but really, who cares about them? Don't worry, the rest of the flock will be in here very soon, they all have a major role to play in this.

"Maximum, wake up-I made breakfast." The owner of the voice started shaking me-I was up at the speed of light. Maybe faster.

I looked down at the lady on the floor. I had my knee on her spine and held one of her arms up at an awkward angle. I quickly jumped off.

"Sorry Anne-Jeb did the same thing while training me. Won't happen again."

"I'm alright-don't worry Maximum. Get dressed then come to the kitchen-I made pancakes."

I went over to my closet. It felt weird thinking that. I have my own closet. My closet. Hm.

I randomly grabbed a pair of regular blue skinny jeans, a tight white tank top, bra and a black zip up hoodie. I brushed my shortened, slightly wavy hair-my hair was too long before so at the mall I got it trimmed to a little under my chest.

I looked in the mirror. I looked average I guess but Anne told me that I will be liked by the boys for sure and to watch out. Compared to some girls if not most girls, I was pretty tall and on the skinny/muscular side. Not the anorexic side. Anne explained that most girls wore makeup but I said screw it and just wore chapstick.

I grabbed my knapsack and ran downstairs to hear Anne telling me to sit down at her round table; in front of me was a plate with a giant stack of golden brown round things.

"I eat these right?" I asked poking the thing with my fork.

"Oh right-I'm sorry Maximum. These are pancakes; we usually eat them at breakfast time. With butter and syrup." She said sitting down with me. "You act so normal sometimes I forgot you haven't seen the world yet."

We ate breakfast in silence. I have to say-these things were amazing.

She basically gave me a lecture about how teenagers act, dress and behave. She says the boys are mean, rude perverts and the girls are stuck up and snobs. I had a feeling she wasn't exactly popular in high school. She also gave me a run-down on my life story and told me to keep a low profile while driving me to school.

We arrived next to a giant building with a bunch a people littering the campus. I grabbed my bag and was about to get out before Anne stopped me.

"Now remember Maximum, no injuring your classmates or teachers. Act like the average kid. Blend in. Don't use your brain too much. And don't get too awed by the technology."

"What are you talking about? I do not."

"Maximum, you played with a light switch for an hour. You tried taking apart my tv remote to see how it worked, you studied the microwave-"

"Okay. I get it," I said and got out of the car. Time to get this show on the road.

I stood there for a minute or so, admiring the fine craftsmanship of the building. The sound of Anne's car leaving brought me out of my world. I glanced around-the thing I didn't expect was dozens of eyes making eye contact with me as I glanced from 'clique' to 'clique.' The school was apparently average; I could make out the nerds, jocks, 'bimbos', punks, random girl clique-this school had it all.

I had no clue how to carry this stupid bag, where do those straps go? I looked around at the nerds, they have it on their backs...I really hope I'm not just following a nerd trend.

I followed the pathway leading up to the stairs and the double doors. I was halfway there when an average looking guy fell into step with me.

"Are you new here?" I stopped and looked up at the guy. Brown hair, green eyes, kind of good looking, muscular slim build-he didn't seem to be very threatening. Although looks can be deceiving-take me for instance. I could tell her was a jock by the football jacket, but he didn't see too egotistcal.

"What gave it away?" I said in a fake girly voice I heard from TV. I gave him a fake smile that was quickly dropped the moment I looked away. He didn't notice-he just smiled and gestured to the stairs.

"I'll take you to the office. I'm going there anyways. I'm Sam," He started walking a head, I took this as an invitation to follow. I felt like a lost puppy.

He led me to the office and told me to wait in the chair. I sat down, silently drumming on my knee to the music that was softly playing on the radio. Sam went to talk to some old lady typing on her computer.

"Miss Ride, Principal Jenkins will see you now," I nodded at the owner of the voice-the secretary Sam was talking to- and headed toward the room Sam was pointing at. Did I really look that lost?

I knocked on the door lightly and heard a "Come in." I walked into the room to see it was already occupied by two others. A middle aged woman and a dark looking kid. He wore baggy dark jeans and a tight black t-shirt that showed off his amazing slim, tan male-model body (abs, big biceps). He had black shaggy hair that was long enough to get in his midnight black eyes.

"Nick, meet Maximum Ride."

Fang's pov.

"Nick, meet Maximum Ride." Upon hearing that name, I had to turn around to get a look at the guy. I was horribly mistaken.

She was...no words could even do this girl justice. I'm not even being a sap here-it's true. She had long wavy golden blonde hair, curious chocolate brown eyes, and tan skin. Her body resembled that of an athlete and a model. Not sickly skinny like the populars, but toned. A sliver of her stomach was showing and oddly enough, I found that way sexier than Lissa showing her whole body. Lissa was head cheerleader by the way. Queen of the sluts works too.

"Fang," I said nodding at her. Just because she was... physically amazing doesn't mean I will let her tear down my walls. Guaranteed she will to flirt with me.

She. Didn't. Even. Bat. An. Eyelash. What planet was she from-she just stood there in her own little world with a blank expression on her face. Not too sound full of myself but girls always swoon when they see me. She just nodded and let her eyes wander around the room.

"Fang-Nick whatever, is going to be showing you to your next class," Principal Jenkins said. I hate that man. "Here's your locker number, combo, and schedule. You both have homeroom together." I nodded and left, expecting Max to follow me. I heard her rushed footsteps follow me.

I watched as I was stared at, longingly from the girls and jealousy and fear from the guys. Max sure got looks. Not too good ones from the girls. I gave my famous death glares to the guys who were just looking for new meat. They backed off quickly. I have quite the reputation. You could say I'm popular in the sense everyone knows me but I'm also known as a scary, tough, loner who prefers sitting by himself not talking.

"Are you sure you want you don't want some help," I asked after her 7th try trying to open her locker. I swear that was the longest sentence I said this week. There was just something about this girl.. Although, she acted as if this was her first time ever using a locker. She was different alright.

"I can handle it," she said glaring at me. I could tell she was very stubborn.

Eventfully, I said screw it and pulled her into homeroom before the second bell rang. I quickly let go and found my way to the back of the classroom, not looking back.

Lissa was perky as usual in her mini skirt and tight belly top. Her red hair straightened and matching her small lips. All in all-she was pretty. If you were comparing her to a vulture. She was nothing compared to Max's natural beauty though.

Dam. She keeps popping in my mind. Anyways, Lissa gave me a flirty look and went back to making out with Dylan-who was sporting a nice bruise along his jawline courtesy of moi. That's how I got landed in the principal's office 5 minutes before school begins-Dylan couldn't handle me breathing his air or something stuck up like that.

I sat in my seat in the very corner next to the window. Anger flared in my nostrils as I noticed Dylan look up from his lip locking to notice Max. He grinned like the Cheshire cat. She stood at the front of the class talking to the teacher. The curiosity and confusion in her eyes was completely adorable. She looked at everything as if it was a miracle. Even simple objects like the cell phone some nerd was using in the front of class. She watched him with a light in her eye.

The teacher pointed and she sat down in a seat next to some Sam kid who called her over to the populars. My blood boiled at the way he looked at her. Sam was a jock but defiantly didn't live up to jock standards. He wasn't a jerk, didn't have many flings and got straight A's in everything. Either way, he was friends with Dylan and other asses. I just hope Max doesn't fall for it.