A/N I know it has been a while since I've updated and I'm sorry. I've been extremely busy and am working on that problem as we speak. Well, since it has been so long since I updated I decided to make it the biggest post so far! Yay! If you have and questions Private Message Me (that's what PM stands for? OMG!) or review, I like the second one better but they are both fine. I want to keep this a/n as short as I can so on to the next chappie guys!

Chapter 3-Bird Boy Say Whaaat?

MR POV

The bell for lunch rang right as I finished putting on the last of my normal clothes after changing out of my newly acquired gym clothes. I thought gym would be the highlight of the day. But no! You "accidentally" kick one kid in the face and it all goes down hill from there! I sure hope that it's the lunch bell, only having one meal a day is a huge set back.

Iggy and Dylan were both waiting for me as I headed out the gym doors-hopefully going in the direction of the lunch room when I noticed that Dylan wasn't walking with me or Iggy, I turned to see what the big deal was. Dylan was talking to a girl. A normal teenage girl. And she wasn't ugly either. She was actually kind of pretty…

Is that jealousy I detect Maximum?

Okay, so for the first time in a long time the voice was my actual voice. Not some insane scientist or freaky little bird girl. Nope this time it was me, Maximum Ride. So why in the world did I 100% completely agree with it? Isn't that wonderful? Not hearing weird voices? You'd think so. But when your own little voice is right, and you don't want ir to be right, you kinda freak out.

I brushed that thought from my mind as I yelled for Dylan.

"Dylan! Dylan! Hey! Birdie-boy!" The birdie-boy part caught is attention. He flashed me a brilliant smile and dismissed the girl.

I'm not going to lie, her dismissal made me more then happy.

"Took you long enough!" I glared at him then started walking ahead of the two boys.

"I'm sorry darlin'-" I shot Dylan a warning look-"the girl needed my attention." This made me laugh. Why would she need his attention?

"Why would she need your attention?" I couldn't help myself I needed to know.

"Well honey,"-glare-"unlike you she can't resist my charm."

"What charm!" I snorted aloud.

"Exactly…" Dylan sighed.

Iggy laughed. "Whoa Dylan! You need some Neosporin for that burn? Maybe I could call you an ambulance or something. Hey Max, do you think the fire department would mind taking a trip down here?" By the time Iggy finished his little speech we where already in the cafeteria.

"Not at all Igster, not at-" I got cut off right as Iggy ran into a pole. I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing. Iggy's face flooded with embarrassment.

"Wow Jeff, watch where you're going." I heard a voice say from behind us. I turned to see the person I would least like to see. "Oh wait, you can't-I forgot your blind!" For some reason this amused the jerk off and his friends because they started laughing harder. Now I understand your probably thinking; "You just laughed Maximum! What's the difference if they laugh?" Well, you should slap yourself for thinking that, first of all. Second Iggy's like my brother I'm aloud to laugh at his blinded drunkenness. So there.

"Listen pal. I don't know who you think you are-" I began but the jerk cut me off.

"I'm Brad honey. Get use to it-you'll be screaming it all night long."

What did he just say?

Right when I was about to pounce someone interjected.

"That's enough Brad." The voice was dark and mysterious-something I never thought I would hear again, the owner of the familiar, yet distant, voice stepped in front of me. It seems he too has changed his physical appearance. He cut his black hair shorter and changed the earring he once had into a gage. He finally got that tattoo that I said he couldn't have. Ironically it was of Dark Angel wings with one word inside it, a name actually. In big black cursive was my name, MAX.

"Art, dude. I didn't know you claimed her. Sorry man." Brad began backing up, with his hands raised. Okay so I'm still in shock over seeing my name on some guys arm…but claimed?

Really?

No way.

"Hey! No one claims me! I'm my own-" And of course they interrupt me, again.

This is really starting to get annoying.

"Brad!" Dylan shouted as he turned back around.

"Yeah, freak?"

"Lay off my girl." Dylan ordered right as he punched Brad in the face.

"Your girl?" Fang and I said together. Though Fang said it darkly, and it made me get all light headed, and those stupid butterfly thingies in my stomach. Not to mention the whole knee weakness thing.

"I'm no ones girl!" I screamed exasperated, I stomped my foot and spun on my heel while walking out the cafeteria door. It's a shame really; I was looking forward to eating some delicious cafeteria food!

I walked out the cafeteria door and started walking down the sidewalk, just wondering. Trying to figure out what to do with the whole "Ex-best friend/boyfriend/Flock member randomly showing up" problem. Which all of a sudden took a very, very, very wrong turn.

I couldn't help feeling like it was just going to get worst.

So much for a perfect day, right?

"Max! Max! Whatever happened to being the girl who doesn't run off?"

I stopped in my tracks as I heard a voice I really didn't want to hear at this point in the situation.

"Dylan, what are you doing here?" I turned to look at the only person who cared enough to come after me. True, Iggy was blind and may not of been able to navigate after a pissed off bird girl, but come on! He could of least tried! I don't see any more poles around! And don't even get me started on…Fang.

My voice held pity, but not for me…for him. Poor sap. Doesn't he understand that I would give anything to…destroy him. Though it seemed like I didn't really put much thought or heart into the threat.

What's happening to the big-strong-tough-as-stone-bird girl-mighty-Max? Am I softening up?

I seriously doubt it!

"What does it look like? I'm following you." He smiled down at me and tried to grab my hand.

I jerked back fast. He actually tried to grab my hand. That really made me mad. Who does he think he is! Trying to make moves on me right when Fang entered my life again. Even if I didn't want to. It doesn't mean Dylan can "make his move".

Boys!

"I don't need to be followed!" He jumped backwards at the shrill sound of my voice.

"Okay, hostile much?" I flipped him the bird-no pun intended- and walked off. I swear to all that is Holy, if he follows me I'm going to beat the feathers outta him-pun intended. Ha-ha. Bird humor! Always lightens that mood!

"Come on Max! Don't be like that! I'm trying to comfort you!" Dylan's voice sounded kind of sincere and I guess he is kinda of sweet-

What the Frick!

No Max! No, No, NOOO! You do not have feelings for this…loser!

"Get lost Dylan." Fair warning. I could have just punched him in the face. But give me some props! I didn't. So it's all good…right?

Wrong.

My stomach growled. Sigh. I guess this is why I was so disappointed in not having lunch. I'm freaking starving! So I did the only logical thing a hungry and pissed of Max could do. I smacked Dylan's arm and commanded him to take me to get some grub.

We did a loop around the fountain that I some how didn't see when I stormed out. Well that's me for you! Unobservant Max.

Besides we all know I can't deal with Fang on a full stomach, let alone an empty one.

It's best for the safety of mankind if I ate.

Yep that's me! Always saving the world and other extreme sports.

Dylan and I walked into the cafeteria. As we walked towards the lunch-line I took everything in. And by everything I meant the cliques. But most definitely the head of the most important clique.

The Populars.

And right at the head of the table was none other then…you guessed it!

Fang.

I could tell he was head and that that was the popular clique because the way they were all seated. Their table was the longest and was completely filled with pretty people. No matter how fake they all looked. Not to mention it was all the way in the back right by the windows. And the head seat had the sunlight streaming directly on it.

And guess whose butt was occupying the space.

Fang.

The sunlight hit is hair perfectly making his charcoal colored hair glow with purple streaks.

He looked amazing.

I could also tell that he was head of the table because he had a huge fake slut hanging off his face.

Who would have thought that Fang had…game?

Not me!

He thinks he can just show up in my life and then suck face with an overly plastic doll? I don't think so! So, I did the only thing I could do. I followed Dylan into the lunch-line, willingly I might add, and got my food and some extra items. If you know what I mean.

When we got out of the line Dylan and I found Iggy and sat our trays down.

"I'll be back guys." Dylan looked at me worried. Iggy just completely ignored me. He probably heard the hostility in my voice and thought it'd be best not to get involved. I've taught him a lot.

"Video tape it for me." Spoke to soon.

"What is Iggy talking about? Video tape what?" Dylan questioned.

"Condiments! Iggy…enjoys looking at pictures of ketchup!" I replied quickly. Lame I know.

Dylan just looked at me more confused.

"But Iggy can't…" he trailed off. "Never mind." Good boy Dylan.

"Sure thing Jeff. I'll get you some ketchup!" He just nodded as I walked three tables down with the extra chocolate milk that I had purchased.

Nobody eyed me as I passed by so I don't think they thought I was up to something bad.

Excellent. (Insert evil laugh)

"Hey Art." Fang eyes widened as he saw who was calling is name. It's kind of comical considering that the slut beside him narrowed her, well I think it was a her, eyes until they were slits.

"Um, Max." He nodded. This was funny because his voice seemed to squeak. Which I remembered it use to do when we where all twelve and he hit puberty which was a cute sight because usually his voice was so deep and masculine. I liked that I could do this to him. "Hey Angela, let's go somewhere else."

"My names Tiffany, but okay!" Oh my gosh! What kinda of a jerk did Fang turn into? The worst kind…a player.

Fang stood up, which made his shirt rise up reveling a little to much of his biceps. And a very sexy tattoo.

"Nice tattoo F-Art." Fart? Smooth Max!

"Thanks, but I really have-"

"I think it would look better wet-don't you?"

"No, what do you-" But by the time he had finished the sentence I had opened the carton and dumped it all over his head.

"Your going to pay for that Maximum!" Fangs voice was deadly calm and furious.

"Maximum I thought her name was Maxine!" Said Angela-Tiffany, maybe she's not that dumb after all. I thought that until she started staring at something shiny and started drooling.

"It is! She's such a low life that I forgot. I mean who names their kid Maxine? It sounds like a stripper name. I bet you walk the streets at night right? What street? Maybe I can swing by later. I have a bunch of singles in my wallet." That's that most I've ever heard Fang say. And of course it was directed at me to insult me. It actually stung a little.

"Really? If I'm such a low life then why is my name tattooed on your arm?" The table gasped.

"Dude, you told me that was your pet birds name." Brad sighed, he looked pretty disappointed.

"Please! He hates birds." Ironically enough, its true.

"You weren't suppose to tell anyone!" Fang actually looked betrayed.

"You left." I glared up at him, hate evident in my eyes.

"And now I'm back." He smirked down at me.

Which I gladly wiped of with a slap to the face. Right when I was about to high five this girl that I'd never met before Fang pulled me close to him. Now don't get me wrong I enjoy being close to him but when you're pissed off and about to start raising all heck you really don't want to be next to the guy who started all of it.

"What are you-"

"I'm so sorry, Maximum." Fang whispered into my hair. His head was right on top mine and I almost forgot about the whole milk thing until it started dripping on my head.

Who did Fang think he was. He couldn't just leave us and then come back like it was nothing. I don't think so! Stupid idiot must think I'm the idiot. Now that I think of it I did just sound kind of idiotic…whatever.

"You left, Fang. And that's your fault. We've moved on." Lying through my teeth here, "Besides you already have new friends and a new…girlfriend. It seems like you've already moved on too. So don't talk to me or the other kids. We don't need you, and you obviously don't need me…I mean us. So don't kid yourself. Get off of me!" By the end of my rant I had tears in my eyes and pushed Fang off of me. He ruined part of my life, not to mention, you know that whole breaking my heart thing. That's a pretty big turn off.

All cockiness had left his face and he was just left with the best poker face that I have ever seen. Completely blank. Which of course scared the crap outta me. I knew Fang didn't show his emotions much, but this is a whole new level of "Fang creepy blankness". This is the look he gave to all of his enemies before he beat the crap out of them. And I realized it was directed towards me.

Oh (insert swear word of choice here)!

Great, now Fangs going to try and kill me.

So what's the best thing to do?

"Bite me, Fang." Haha, get it? Bite me.

"Sure thing Max." He ignored the people asking why I was calling him Fang. He bent over, to bite me maybe? So I slapped his head back, flipped him off and walked back to my lunch table.

All of this confrontation really makes a girl hungry.

A/N I hope you like it! I was going to do a Fang POV but I think I'm going to wait until the next chappie. :) Review guys! Love ya! :)