A/N Marching Band has been taking a lot of time from my free time, hence why I haven't updated in…forever. Plus I'm starting high school! Yeah, I'm going to be a FRESHMAN! I'm soooo scared. : ) If you have any advice for me…send me a PM or a REVIEW….So, its been a while and I'm sorry. But trust me it gets better! Marching Band is almost over, don't worry. Reviews will come quicker!

Anyhoo.

Chapter 4:

FPOV

She still has the temper of a banshee. Well its only been like 4 months and 13 hours and three minutes since I've left her and changed into this completely pathetic person.

Some people would say it was hardcore.

I prefer the term "douche bag".

But then again, that's just me.

I winced as I had to remove the black t-shirt from my aching wings. Its true I haven't really stretched them out fully since well, 4 months 13 hours and 4 minutes ago.

Without Max I just don't see the need to fly. She was the reason I woke everyone morning, the reason I breathed , heck, the reason I lived.

When I left it doesn't even seem appropriate now, living that is.

Enough of the emo corner.

I finished dressing and headed off to 5th which is Free period. I chose Choir for my 5th because A.) It was the easiest and B.) No tests! Best class ever, right?

As I walked out of the office I noticed Max walking in with a very frustrated look on her face and her schedule in her hand. She looks, well peev'd.

That's never a good thing.

"You know? If you keep your face like that it'll freeze." I winked at her.

"What's your excuse?" She sneered.

Testy much?

I put the emotionless mask on as I headed towards choir.

"Hey, Art! Wait up, dude!" Jesse yelled from behind me. I turned and watched him jog towards me.

"What's up?" Jesse and I shared the same Free Period. So I shrugged. As in "you know, idiot."

"Right. Hey, did you hear about that new girl named Max? Apparently, she's looking for her own 5th period. Do you think she'll end up in Choir? Oh, I for one, hope she does." Jesse dazed off and looked in the other direction as I shot him a look, that screamed 'mine'. It kind of looked like he didn't want to acknowledge my dibs. Whatever.

Jesse was good looking, brown hair, blue eyes. Yeah, any girl would go for him, heck I considered going for him. But he's like Dylan. A pretty boy, Max would never go for him. I'm sure of it.

If your so sure, then why is there doubt in the back of your mind?

My thoughts where laid to rest, look at me, I'm a poet! Anyways, they where laid to rest as I entered the Choir Room and listened because they had already started throat warm ups, we where late, again. Mr. Monroe doesn't except tardiness. Great.

Okay, maybe he wont notice if I just sneak in the back-

"Hey, Monroe!" Stupid Jesse! Why do I keep him around? Honestly, I don't know.

"Jesse Drane, Nicholas Masters why are you late for my class?" He used my real, fake name. This means trouble.

"Well, you see, I had a run in with someone at lunch. Didn't end well." I said, pointing to my white shirt,-eye twitch- white!

"Oh, I see." He nodded, told us to take our seats and started the warm-up all over again.

Great.

MPOV

Stupid Fang, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-

"Ms. Ride?" Huh? What? OH!

"Yes?" The older secretary looked down at me.

"Um, you needed to change your schedule?"

"Oh, yeah! You see, I don't have a 5th period assigned, so I wanted to know if you have anything open?" She did some clicky stuff on her computer and smiled up at me.

"Well, dear. We have Spanish, Spanish 2, Geometry, Band and Choir open. What will it be?" Ugh, all of it sounds hard, and I don't play an instrument. So…

"Choir."

"Good choice dear. Most people pick it." She did some more clicky stuff, and handed me my new printed, modified schedule. "Off you go!"

"Wait? Where's it at?" I looked down at her.

"I drew a little map there for you." She said pointing.

"Thank you!" I yelled as I ran toward 5th period.

I squinted at the weird writing that the old secretary lady person had. There was a note right beside the map, I guess that was meant for Mr. Monroe. The map said turn down the east wing hallway or some crazy shizz like that. So I did as I was told and searched for room 312. The band/choir room. I heard the middle of warm-ups I guess. It was some type of scale…hey! I might of lived in a cave for like, half of my life but I still know music.

I knocked on the door and the singing stopped.

"Um, hello. This is Choir I'm guessing, you're Mr. Monroe? Right?" A short brown hair man with a comb-over nodded and stuck out his hand.

"And who are you?" His voice was throaty-a good throaty not a bad one. Like he spent a lot of his life singing. Which must be why he's the choir director.

"I'm Maxine Ride," I smiled at him, for some reason I actually respected this man, already! "But you can call me Max." See, I can be nice….sometimes.

"Okay Max, take a seat next to Jesse. Jesse raise your hand please." A boy with brown hair and blue eyes stood up and motioned to the seat beside him. I giggled-yeah I actually giggled! And sat beside him.

"Okay, so any ideas for this weeks project?" I'm sure I had a confused look on my face because Jesse turned to me and bent down to mouth-ear level.

"Each week, we have a project , we have to find a song for it and sing it in front of the class. Either we come up with the topic or Monroe does." I nodded my head.

"Monroe, I have an idea." I recognize that voice…

"Yes, Nicholas?" Oh…oh heck no!

I turned around and looked at Fang.

He looked directly at me when he said it. "We should do it about heart break."

I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to look at Monroe. He smiled and nodded.

"I like it Nicholas! Everyone have a song and performance done by this time next week. And make sure to make it creative!"

Ugh, seriously? Sure, I've had my heart broken…but, I don't know a song…this class is going to suck.

The bell rang and everyone rushed out, but Jesse. He leaned over and took my things that where on my desk and offered me his hand-which of course I denied. He shrugged.

"What's your next class?" He asked, was he planning on walking me there? Psh…

"Ummm." Quick Max think of something snappy! "Your mom!" Ugh…nice.

Jesse laugh. "No, really." Sigh..

"I have Freshman Science with…uh, Mrs. Doerr." He smiled.

"What are you smiling about?" He laughed.

"We have that class together." Oh…great.

"Hmm." We walked down the end of the hall and entered. I took my stuff from him…forcefully and sat next to Dylan. I might hate the guy but its better then sitting by myself like a loser. He smiled at me and I just rolled my eyes.

"Good afternoon class." A medium height women with blonde hair and a nice smile said.

"Good afternoon." I didn't say anything. Maybe she wont notice me and Dylan.

"Maxine Ride and Dylan Clark?" I raised my hand. "I'm not going to make you come up here and introduce yourself because that would be stupid." I think I like her. "If you want to be friends with them then take that up after my class." She smiled at me. "Okay?" I nodded.

"Today, we aren't doing anything but assign-" She got cut off by Jesse.

"I call Max!" Everyone laughed and I became furious and embarrassed at the same time.

"-Lab partners." Mrs. Doerr finished as she gave a pointed look to Jesse. "So, I guess Max and Jesse will be partners." She looked at me, it took all my will power not to object. Jesse looked kinda smart. And trust me, I didn't plan on doing any work. Especially not in Science of all subjects…since what I've been through? HECK no.

She pointed at a row at the back of the room. "Up you guys. This is your permanent seat for the rest of the year...unless I change it. So don't get too attached. Okay?" I nodded and Jesse just smiled as we moved to the back of the room.

"So, Max. Got a man friend? One I need to worry about?" I made my eyes into slits, rolled them and looked away. Mrs. Doerr was still giving out partners, she hadn't gotten to Dylan yet.

"Okay, maybe I came on kinda strong? Just tell me…is Dylan your boyfriend." I nearly barfed at the thought.

"Heck to the no!" I made a puking face. With my finger down my throat and everything. It made Jesse laugh.

"Well, what about a date then?" I laughed…sorta like a laugh in the face. He frowned. I almost thought I hurt him. Until a light lit up in his face. "Listen…I know you want Nick off your back. Go on one date with me, maybe we make it official? Then he will totally get off your back…for good."

Jesse made a good offer. He seems observant. The thing is, I don't want Fang off my back, well at least not yet. Did I want him back…oh yes I did. And that the weakness. And weakness is unacceptable.

And that's why I said yes. And that's how I ended up with a date tonight. At eight.

Great.

A/N: Gots to go eat some pie! Love you guys! : ) Review or…whatever. : )