A/N: Sorry I haven't updated, as I explained in another story, I fractured my finger and couldn't type. It hurt to type this, but I pushed through because I had this idea and I liked it! So please enjoy and tell me what you think!

Max's Pov

It's been exactly 72 hours, 32 minutes, and 17 seconds since I've last seen Mr. Mysterious. In other words it's been three days and a half an hour since I've seen him and I was secretly planning the next time I was going to see him. I'd find a way to see him only this time I hope I don't look like a dying raccoon.

I stared out my window as I waited for my so-called tutor to arrive. My parents told me his name was Jonathon (a.k.a John) and that he was indeed my age. They told me more about him but I just blocked them out, not wanting to hear another word about the boy that was helping my parents ruin me.

The doorbell chimed and Rosa rushed to the door like the trustworthy servant she was. "Hello sir, you must be Jonathon!" I could hear her happy voice ringing through the walls and glared angrily out the window at the workers, secretly looking for him. But he wasn't there.

"Please, right this way!" She sounded so happy, as if I was finally being punished for all the bad that I've done in my life. Well damn her! I'm the best student in my school, I listen to my parents, I don't break the rules, and I never make any mistakes. So the minute I do it's "PUNISH HER!" I mean really? What did I do to deserve that? Please tell me?

"Well…" My parents trailed off awkwardly as I removed myself from the windowsill and sat down in a seat by the dining table, refusing to look up as he entered the room with Rosa. I stared at the textbooks that my parents had bought for me, trailing a finger along the little crevices on the table.

"We'll leave you to it!" My dad said and I heard the two pairs of shoes clicking out of the room.

"Well, off you go," Rosa said and soon it was just me and the tutor. I let out a sigh; I'd have to look at him sooner or later. I did prefer later, but his gaze was burning holes into my head and I was getting slightly uncomfortable. So I looked up and met two icy blue orbs. The boy was tall with broad shoulders and a head of light blond hair, like white gold.

He gave me a goofy grin and I couldn't help but smile back. "So you're Johnny boy?" He gave me a pointed look and I laughed a little. Why were all the fun ones untouchables? Because they don't have their heads up their asses, my inner voice said making me laugh a little.

"It's Iggy, actually…" I gave him a once-over and nodded in approval.

"Fits."

"You're worse than Fang," He muttered, hanging his head in despair.

"Who?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. His name didn't ring a bell but I wanted to know why I reminded him of this person.

"Oh, a friend of mine-"

"No shit, Sherlock," I said before I could stop myself. I quickly looked around, waiting for someone to pounce on me, yelling at me for using mean words.

He laughed at me and I glared at him. "What got your panties in a bunch?" I gave him a look; maybe this homeschooling thing wouldn't be that bad…

"You wouldn't know," I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Everyone thinks that rich people are spoiled brats, and I'm not going to lie we are, but we're more than that. We're strict and unforgiving people. We don't like imperfection and despise mistakes. We seem to have OCD for absolutely everything except for being friendly and genuinely nice to those "lower" than us. This isn't a goddamn food chain. But sadly, for us, it is. We need to be at the top or your get eaten, plain and simple.

"Try me," He said and I looked at him more closely. He didn't look like Christopher (Sorry I realize his name was Jonathon to begin with but I sorta changed it, sorry!) he looked like a nicer, more rebellious version of Dylan. He had his hair spiked into a mini Mohawk but the look was totally ruined by his school uniform, a white button up underneath a dark red and blue plaid vest thing, and khakis. An interesting look, but it didn't look half bad on him. He wasn't a Mr. Mysterious, but I'm not going to lie, he was pretty cute.

I cocked my head and looked him in his blue eyes, "Do I know you?"

"No, Max, we've just been going to the same school since kindergarten." His voice was dripping sarcasm and I felt bad that I still couldn't remember him. He let out a sigh when he saw my confused face, "I'm the Igster, the one and only, the one that can look into the sun and not go blind! The one who can fly across the globe in two days, the-"

"YOU'RE HIM?" I asked in shock. I thought the name Iggy sounded familiar. Iggy was the school jokester. I swear he's half the reason I was able to bear school, Nudge and my over-controlling family being the other.

He nodded, smiling smugly down on me, "The one and only!"

Then I recovered from my shock and gaped at him, "The class clown is…smart?"

He rolled his eyes and gave me a dry look. "Everyone has their secrets, Maxie-roo!"

It was my turn to roll my eyes, "No, absolutely not, if this arrangement is going to work, you will not call me," I shuddered, "Maxie-roo."

He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes, "Whatever you say Magnificent Max!" I groaned and banged my head on the table. "Whoa there Maxiekins, we don't need you getting brain damage…if you even have a brain."

I shot up and glared at him, "HEY!" He cracked up, and I gave him a dirty look. Two can play at this game.

Five hours later I had found out that Iggy was really good friends with the 'downtown' people and that he was currently dating one, Ella. He was also good friends with Christopher and this guy named Nickolas (a.k.a Nick). Don't worry, we had stuffed some learning in there, but after a while of trying to explain some sort of historic event, he gave up and we played Twenty Questions.

Right now my mom was thanking Iggy at the door, telling him that he was welcome whenever as long as I was actually learning something. I smirked at that and shared a secret look with Iggy. Something tells me that my mom is going to regret taking me out of school.

"BYE!" I shouted at Iggy's retreating figure and he waved his hand at me, not bothering to turn around. I shut the door and turned to face my mom.

"How'd it go?" She asked, nervously biting her bottom lip. I shrugged.

"It went well." She let out a sigh and smiled at me.

"That's a relief." I nodded a little, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto my face.

My mom started exiting the room when she stopped and said, "Oh and get ready we're going to the Walker's house tonight for dinner." I gaped at her back and was barely able to say yes.

"Wear something nice!" She called over her shoulder as she closed her door.

I let out a frustrated breath. Dylan lived with the Walker's, he was a Walker. I hated the Walkers. They were…rude and arrogant meanies. But I wasn't about to embarrass my family in front of them so I listened to her.

I went up to my room and opened my walk in closet, already knowing what I was going to wear… I just had to find it.

About ten minutes later I found the dress still in its box, untouched for two years. I hope it still fits… I took out the dress and let out a breath, it was just as pretty as I remembered it. I had gotten it for my birthday; Nudge bought it for me saying that it would look "fantabulous" on me.

I just hoped that she was right.

I pulled out the soft pink dress and slowly slid it on. The fabric was smooth and comfortable on my skin, not rough at all. It was a strapless dress with little folds on the top, leading into a flowing dress that stopped right on my knees. I smiled at my reflection. I never really liked skirts or dresses, only wearing them to please my family, but this dress… this dress was something. It was different and I just loved it. It was my definition of perfect. If perfect was even real. I mean I'm supposed to be perfect and look at me! I'm a walking disaster. Ask anyone.

I stepped out of my closet and couldn't help but do a test twirl, giggling a little as it twirled with me, making me feel free. I loved this dress. I knew what shoes I'd be wearing—simple white flats that had an interesting twist on the top. Nudge had also bought me those. Ironic how I hate dresses and stuff but Nudge just gets me to love it when she hates it almost as much as I do.

Now the real problem came-my hair. I never knew what to do with it, and every time I did do something with it, it didn't look right or just didn't fit the outfit. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I stuck my head out of the room and saw Rosa coming out of the office. "ROSA!" I shouted and she spun towards me, fear in her eyes. As if I was going to fire her. She was awesome…most of the time at least.

"Yes, Miss?" She swallowed nervously.

I took a step out of the room and she gasped at my dress. "Can you… help me with me hair?" I sighed and she beamed at me.

"Oh I have to perfect thing!" She said and ushered me back into my room, sitting me down in front of my dresser. She took out my curler and plugged it in, giving me an encouraging smile.

In an hour I was ready. For my make up, I had natural pink lipstick, some blush, and a little mascara. Simple and sweet. I smiled at my appearance, twirling a little. "Thank you!" I gushed at Rosa, "I look…pretty." For once in my life I looked nice, pretty, beautiful maybe.

She smiled at me, "You always looked pretty Max." I smiled sadly at her and nodded a little.

"Yeah."

She had put my hair in that half-up half-down hairstyle, curling some hair so it cascaded down my back in ringlets. She even added these cute little white flowers to my hair. I looked like I was going to get married, well at least my hair did.

I was just about to leave when I thought of something. What's a girl without accessory? So I quickly turned to my closet and ran in, searching all my drawers for that simple chain with that one charm. "FOUND IT!" I screamed triumphantly and held up the simple chain in the air.

Rosa chuckled behind me and I grinned at her. "Put it on for me please?" I turned around and lifted my hair, careful not to ruin my hair, and she put it on. I turned and looked in the mirror, gasping at the girl there. Like I said before…I looked pretty. She made me look pretty. I smiled at the chain, and nodded in approval. We were going to rock tonight.

I walked downstairs and my parents both turned to me, both smiling proudly at me. For once I felt like I belonged, that I finally met their standards. "Honey…" My mom trailed off and sighed happily at my dress.

"You look beautiful," My dad said smiling at him and I grinned back.

We were just about to exit when my mom seemed to remember something. "Oh Max, can you go outside to the new house and go see if my purse is there!" I gave her a look before sighing and jogging to the back door. "THANKS SWEETIE!" She yelled and I rolled my eyes.

"Way to ruin the mood, mom," I muttered, angrily opening the door and storming out. No one was here anymore so it was kind of creepy walking into the darkness looking for mom's black bag. The fact that it was black just made it ten times harder to find it.

"Looking for this?" I turned at the sound of his voice, standing straighter, I giggled nervously.

I nodded and sighed contentedly. "You found it." He chuckled a little and walked over to me, handing me the bag.

"Thank you, I would've had to stand out here all night looking for it!" He smirked at me and shook his head. "What?" I asked, taking the bag, cocking my head to the side.

"Nothing," He said and I gave him a "really" look put a hand on my hip.

"Oh really?" He nodded and smirked at me, "I don't believe you."

"You don't need to." I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head at him.

"Fine then, be that way." I stated, walking past him. I was half-way to the house when I felt his hand on my elbow, pulling me to a stop. I turned and looked up at him, well aware of our close proximity.

"Yes?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.

He brushed a tendril of hair out of my face and behind my ear, giving me a look that made me want to curl up and hide but smile at the same time. It made me feel… happy. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I smiled a little at him. "You look beautiful, Max." I know that everyone's been praising me, but only when he said it did I really believe them. My parents and Rosa have to say it, he didn't. So when he did say it, even more butterflies escaped in my stomach, making my stomach twist and turn like on a roller-coaster only so much more exhilarating.

"Thanks," I whispered, still looking up at him. Something was nagging my mind, telling me that I wanted to ask him something, but I was so lost in the moment that I could remember.

Then I heard it, the distinct sound of Rosa's feet getting closer and closer to the back door. If she saw us, she'd flip and call the police on him. Why? Because she could. He'd probably get away, but I'd never see him again.

I heard him sigh and take a step away from me, "Looks like our times up." I frowned a little at him and looked back at the door where Rosa now stood.

"COME ON MAX! THEY'RE LEAVING!"

"OKAY! BE THERE IN A MINUTE!" I yelled back and she nodded, turning to leave. I turned and saw his retreating figure.

"WAIT!" I shouted and he turned, slowly walking backwards towards the gate.

"I still don't know your name!" I said, finally remembering what I wanted to know. He smiled a little at the thought and I smiled back.

"Fang," He said and I nodded in approval.

"It fits!" I called back and he smirked at me before waving his hand and walking out the gate.

I let out a breath and smiled like an idiot. I finally knew his name…

Fang.

A/N: YIPEEE! I am on a role. Kinda not really. I hope you liked it. I realized that I haven't posted for a while and I'm supremely sorry! Hehe that sounded funny... Anywhoo! The dresses are on the bottom of my profile! :)

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