I probably have time for a really super short chapter! And this chapter is dedicated to a random reviewer! Hm…. I'll pick…! Thanks to you too, for reviewing! This chapter will explain their school day. I'm sorry I didn't include that in the last chapter, but I had no time. And Tuesday is my last day of testing!! Yay!! And has anyone gotten the new Devil Wears Prada CD??? You know, With Roots Above and Branches Beneath. It's super awesome! Anyways, here's numero once! (number eleven)

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In my first class, I was early, because Jeb had insisted on waking us up that early.

I have to say, it was a pretty large school for an island. But everyone that walked into the classroom moseyed on over to me—slouched in my seat—and introduced themselves. When I saw some guy walk in, dressed in black, I actually thought it was Fang. But only for a second. His walk was all wrong. Too confident. Fang walked with a little bit of confidence, but mostly with the silent grace of a predator.

Anyway, mystery guy's eyes locked onto me, then slid down to my chest and he grinned and loped over to me. I scowled at his overly-sure face.

"You're the new girl. Krystal, right?" he said in a deep voice. I didn't like it. It was …off.

"No. I'm Max. Krystal's my little sister, and she's in eighth. I think." I said in a flat tone. I just wanted him to go away.

Surprise briefly overtook his features. "Cool. I'm Brandon."

Pretty soon, he'd memorized my schedule, and to my absolute horror, we had every class together.

"I'll show ya around. This school can get confusing. But it's got lots of people to meet and hang with." He smiled again. A lazy smile. That I didn't like.

I was pulling my wings in tightly, and they hurt. Really bad. I let them out, just a little. Not enough to where they'd be noticeable, but enough to relieve some of the pain.

To my relief, class started, and Brandon went away.

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Fang's first class was boring, and he spent the first few minutes explaining everything to Iggy, to make him feel better about not being able to see it all.

A petite strawberry blonde girl appeared in Fang's line of vision, staring at him with what looked like nervousness.

"Um, hi. I'm Sarah. We met at your mom's party. Well, actually, I met your..uh…sister, Max." Fang sighed with what would seem like no emotion, but what was really extreme impatience.

He saw Iggy smile a little from the corner of his eye. Iggy knew how he felt.

"Nick, and this is Brian." Fang motioned with one elbow to Iggy. Iggy nodded in acknowledgement. "Max has different classes in the morning." Fang added reluctantly. He really wanted her to be here with him. And he was tired again. Really tired. Fang didn't know why, but being on the verge of death took everything out of you. Either that, or it was a side effect of the expiration date.

"Is something wrong with Brian?" Sarah asked, like Iggy wasn't even there. Her big brown eyes were a little confused, and awed. Fang could tell that she liked him.

"I'm blind." Iggy said, his voice bored. Sarah's eyes widened and she turned her full attention to Iggy.

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Lunch finally came, with Brandon following me like a lost puppy, chattering annoyingly in my ear the whole way. I wanted to knock him out. But then I smiled grimly when realization dawned. He liked me, and I was 'taken'. Boy, did he ever have a surprise waiting for him.

I finally, finally walked into the cafeteria, and immediately scanned it with my raptor vision for Fang and Iggy. I saw them, and Fang looked up, feeling my eyes on him. He broke into a small, tired grin.

"Is that your brother?" Brandon asked.

'Not really." I said, and walked faster towards Fang, who was already moving toward me, weaving through the crowd.

He caught me in his arms, and I held on tight. I looked over Fang's shoulder to Iggy, whose head was bent to a strawberry blonde one. I recognized her. She had been with Stephanie at that party.

Fang's head bent down to mine, and our lips met. It was a short kiss, but it brightened my day.

We pulled away at the same time and turned to the table where he'd been sitting. And his arm stayed around me. I heard Brandon following us, and I knew he felt awkward. I smiled to myself.

"We got you a tray." Fang said, sitting down with beside Iggy, and pulling me into the chair next to him.

Brandon stood awkwardly for a moment, then spoke.

"Uh, can I sit here?" he asked, clearing his throat.

"Sure. F—Nick, this is Brandon." Fang rose an eyebrow, and Iggy chuckled, muttering, "Fnick," under his breath. I pulled the extremely full tray towards me, and threw an apple at Iggy. It thumped satisfyingly against his head.

He scowled while Fang, Brandon, and I laughed. No normal human could've heard what Iggy'd said, but it was still funny. My stomach rumbled impatiently, and then I began to wolf down food.

I watched Fang carefully out of the corner of my eye. He looked tired. But that was probably my fault. I'd woke him up, and then we'd made out for a long time.

His tray was empty, and so was his gaze as he stared at the table.

My heart sank a little, and my eyes filled. I blinked several times and finished off my food.

Brandon pulled me back into the real world.

"Will you go to the back to school dance with me?"

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I had to end it. I'm tired. I have a final project to do. Review though!