A/N: New poll up. I personally think I should have a one month hiatus to fix and rewrite ALL my stories. Ellieeee - or whatever your real name is - made me really think. If you're reading this, I totally agree with you. So, I made a new poll. I expect a lot of people would vote because I've been wanting to take a vacation on FF. Like Phoenix. What do you think?

Iggy: You should. You really should. I mean, your writing is getting sloppier, now that I realize it. And your plot is wayy too fast. Slow it down a little! Bring the adjectives and the emotions!

Max: For the first time, I agree with Iggy.

Fang: Me too.

Me: So, readers, what is your vote? Should I?

Chapter 5

Max POV

Evil laugh! I totally got her now! Just the way she stiffened says it all!

I have to bite my lower lip down to keep from laughing. I just love it when I know I'm right. I feel like jumping up and down and point my finger at her and shout, "I was right! In your face, dude!"

But I am not going to do that because I am the school's disciplinarian and it would ruin my reputation.

So, the interrogation continues. . . (Cue mysterious piano music.)

Dare stammers. "I don't know what you're talking about." Dare is cracking her knuckles and looking anywhere but my steady gaze. My gaze can paralyze anyone, hence the rumors go.

I finally laugh. I can't keep myself together and the laugh just break out of me.

I stop and stare at her. "Cut the crap. You know what I'm talking about. No girl would do those things to their best friend. Unless she's a lesbian. Which you're not. That little outburst in the library totally gave you away." I wiggle my brows.

Dare turns red. Her/his voice turn back to normal. His voice is just starting to crack. "Fine. But don't tell her."

I'm so right! Jackpot! "So, real name? And take off the freakin' wig."

He rip the wig off his scalp and winces. "Zach Grant. Seventh grade."

I roll my eyes. "Why exactly did you disguised yourself as a girl?"

Zach Grant flings up his hands. "Duh! Why do you think I was doing those to her?"

Well, you're stupid enough to almost blow your cover. "You do know what will happen to you, right?"

Zach sighs heavily. "I know, I know. It's just that I want to be with her and. . . You know. . . Get to know her better."

"Didn't you actually think what the consequences would be?" I stand up and sit next to him.

"I did. But I though it would be worth it. I can't wait every weekend to see her."

Now I sigh. "Come on. Go back to your dorm and pack your things."

Zach looks at me. "I'm going back to Larenston?"

I lightly smack the back of his head. "What did you think? I can't let a Larenston student roam around the school. Besides, you're a guy. Guys go to Larenston."

"Can I at least say goodbye to her?"

"Why bother? You'll come back every weekend, anyway."

Zach nods and puts on his wig. "Right." Zach stands to the door. I turn the knob and let him out of the door. I follow him to his dorm. Lots of girls are looking intently at us and are whispering to each other.

As Zach opens the door, I glare at the girls until they scamper away. No one is in the room, so Zach immediately takes out his small bag and packs it with his clothes.

When he finishes, Zach motions for me to continue to the Student Council Room. Aya looks up from the paper she was writing on and arches a brow at Zach.

"You finally figure it out, Max. Awesome job," she clicks her pen and lays it down.

My jaw drops. She knew? "You knew and you didn't tell me? I hate the fact that you know everything that's going on in this school."

Aya rolls her eyes and pulls out the Drop Out form. "Zach, tell Iggy hi for me, 'kay?"

Zach nods and says hi to Brigid and Lissa who are looking at a magazine about Taylor Lautner. They barely say anything back at him. J.J. waves at him and Tess just smiles.

"You're good to go. And next time, don't try to fool me with your 'girl' voice." Aya winks at Zach and lets us go.

Once outside, we walk past the huge vast and that connects Larenston and Deveraux.

"Oh, my God!" I cry out loud. It has been awhile since I walked this much. "Can it possibly anymore bigger? God!"

Zach laughs at me. "I can't believe you joined the disciplinary committee!"

I glare at him. "I didn't know it would be this hard!"

Finally, we reach Larenston. It's a lot bigger than Deveraux. And it's giving off weird vibes. Mostly it has to do with your gender.

"OK, where's the Student Council Room?" I start to walk, but Zach stops me.

"Wait. I have to change."

Of course you do. "Fine. I'm giving you two minutes!" I yell after him as he run towards the nearest restroom.

I look around the Rotunda and my jaw drops once again. On my right are glass cases full of trophies, medals and certificates. It shouldn't be a surprise since Larenston is an all-boys school. To my left were plaques of recognition for the guys who were the best in the different subjects. I squint at the plaques and see that majority of the guys in the plaques were good-looking. Weird.

"I'm done! Let's go, Max!"

I straighten myself and follow Zach to the Student Council Room.

"Before we enter," Zach warns me. "Let me apologize early. The people in there could be a little loud and intimidating. So brace yourself."

"You're telling me to brace myself? You're talking to the girl who got arrested too many times that I lost count."

Zach scrunches up his face. "You got arrested?"

I roll my eyes and reach past him. I push open the door and the smell of aftershave slaps me in the face.

"Oh, God!" I cry out while I pinch my nose.

The three guys in the room snap their heads at me and gapes. The fourth guy didn't look up from the newspaper he's reading.

Zach claps my shoulder. "I know. You'll get used to it." Zach drops his bag on a couch adjacent to the central desk. The two guys sitting on the couch scoot over for Zach to sit.

The guy sitting in the desk speaks up. "Who are you?"

Zach answers for me. "She's Maximum Ride. She's the new disciplinarian," Iggy looks shocked. "I know! I can't believe it either. Oh and, Aya says hi."

I shake my head. "Who's the president?" I ask.

Three fingers point at the strawberry-blond-haired guy in the desk. "I am. I'm Iggy, the president of Larenston Student Council."

I arch a brow. "You didn't strike me as the president."

Iggy nods at me. "Everyone says that. He's," Iggy points at the guy behind him - the one reading the newspaper - sitting in the window sill. "Supposed to be the president. But he didn't want the responsibilities and to do the decision-making, so he became the vice-president."

"Ah" is my only answer.

"I'm Dylan, the secretary!" says the pale-blond-haired guy with electric blue eyes who's throwing the ball in the air and catching it.

"Sam, the treasurer," says the chestnut-brown-haired guy whose eyes are the same color as his hair and is thumb wrestling with Zach.

The only person whose name I don't know is the one in the window sill. He sighs and folds his newspaper neatly. He's over six feet tall and has really dark hair. He ruffles his hair and yawns.

He just turns his head at me and says his name in a crisp British accent. "Fang."

For some reason, he looks familiar. I don't know why.

Because of the thought, my left eyebrow arches. Iggy misinterprets it. "He's not British. He just lived his whole life in London," I open my mouth to reply but he continues. "He's my best friend and I hardly know him! I only know five things about him," He raises a one finger. "One, he has an accent but he's American," He holds up the second finger. "Two, even though he hardly speaks, he speaks 22 languages fluently.

"Three, he has a fetish for red-haired girls," I snort. "Four, he likes wearing black but he's not emo. And five, he has never fallen in love."

I chuckle. "And you have, Iggy?"

Iggy turns bright red, which makes me laugh harder. "No. But someday I will!"

Fang runs his left hand through his short dark hair with bangs. "What brings you here, Maximum Ride?" Fang asks me, his dark eyes fix fully on me.

Wow. His accent is totally new to me. I rub the back of my neck. "Well, I just wanted to meet you guys, so that I can cross you off my list."

Fang tilts his head to the right. (Well, his right, not my right. So it's my left.) "The list that has all the names of the students of Deveraux and Larenston."

"And you're supposed to memorize it?" Sam asks me.

I nod.

Dylan laughs out loud. "You don't have to, sweetheart. It's not mandatory or anything."

I feel anger surge through my bloodstream. "What? I'm seriously gonna kill her!" I turn and walk out of the door.

Fang calls out behind me. "You're going in the wrong way, love."

I turn to my left and flushes in embarrassment. I pass Fang leaning against the doorway and he trails behind me.

"You didn't know?" he asks. I slow down to a walk and he walks beside me.

I shake my head. "How should I know? I'm new to the school. And besides, it's Aya."

Fang rests his right hand on top of my head. I look up at him.

"Mon chéri, don't believe every single thing you hear."

I smile at him and he just smirks.

We reach outside the school and he lets me go.

I turn around and walk back to Deveraux.

"Bye, Emmy."

Only one person in my whole entire life calls me that.

I abruptly turn around, but Fang is gone.

A/N: I'm so depressed. If you wanna know why, you'll never know. I really want to take a time-off here.

Iggy: (pats Aya's head) Poor you.

Fang: (pats Aya's head)

Max: RnR?