Disclaimer: I already said I don't own this and I still don't; never will.

Fang's POV

We entered our homeroom class right after the morning announcements turned off. Max told the teacher, "We're new students. This is to be our homeroom class."

He smiled, trustingly, "Welcome to algebra! Why don't you introduce yourselves to the class?"

Max took care of all the introductions and explanations while I surveyed the students and room. We could escape out any of the windows, there was a door to the neighboring classroom, and the door we'd come through. The students were harder to comprehend. Almost all the girls were wearing make-up and designer clothes. The exceptions were two girls with sports jerseys on. Meanwhile, half of the guys in the room were wearing American Eagle or Abercrombie shirts and jeans. About five guys had on sports jerseys and two guys in the back row were clad entirely in black.

When we were invited to choose seats for ourselves, I grabbed Max by the arm and went to the back row. Iggy had his hand on Max to guide him, so he came too.

Max scowled at me, but the lesson was starting, so she passed a note instead of punching me or telling me off. It read; Why can't I choose my own seat? I'm the leader, remember?

I scrawled a response, I don't think you'd want to sit with those drama queens. Truthfully, I didn't want her to sit with them; if she started wearing make-up I would hang myself. I remember how disgusting Lissa's Make-up was. Lissa was nice, but her face was fake. I am promising myself not to date any of these girls.

Max wrote, That's my choice to make. Besides, the guys you chose to sit next to are creepy. I don't trust them.

Reflexively, I snuck a glance at them. Max was right. They were wearing black like me, but the similarities ended there. I didn't have weird body piercing.

Oops. I replied.

This time the note rubbed against Iggy's arm and he seized it. He stepped on Max's foot, demanding an explanation. Max whispered, "I was scolding fang." Great.

Iggy nodded as if that explained everything. That's when Mr. Archileda caught us, "I know you three are new to the school system, but you should know not to talk while I explain pi, or anytime for that matter."

Max replied, "Won't happen again, sir." Whoa. Max just acted polite to someone who was not being nice to her.

After that, Max didn't' even look at me, so I paid attention. It was really easy. The scientists had given us all high IQs, so math was no problem. Science would be more of the same because we had learned so much in the school, but we couldn't very well tell the teacher that.

At the end of the period Max said, "I think we should mingle with other students." She led the way into the hall.

I said, "Like in Virginia?" I couldn't help the tightening of my jaw as old wounds were prodded.

However, Max was looking where we were going and missed this. She nodded, "Like Virginia. So I'm going to sit with someone else in Study hall. Stick with me if you want, same to you, Iggy.

As it turned out, Max sat with one of the jersey wearing girls from math class and I sat with a mix of guys who played either soccer or football. Iggy sat with me.

The guys we were with, seemed okay, but it was had for me to concentrate on the conversation because I kept checking on Max. After she sat down, a few guys and another girl joined that table. The guys were the Abercrombie type and I didn't want them near her anymore than the make-up girls. What's wrong with me? I'm acting like I own her.

Suddenly something said at my own table brought me back to earth, "Do you think there'll be a fight today?" It came from a football player named Jordan.

He was addressing one of the soccer players, but I asked, "Why would there be a fight?" I was on hyper-alert.

A boy named Darrell told me, "Chelsea Guinea has been dating Todd Stevens for three months. Lately, Aaron Johnson has been flirting with her. That's him over there, next to your friend."

I almost bit my tongue off and I was shocked to find myself not the only one surprised. Jordan said, "Doesn't look like there'll be a fight today; Aaron's found something better. He wants dibs on the new girl. Hey, Nick, she's like your sister right?"

"It's a little different than that." I explained. "And if he does try to get Dibs on M-my-Kate," I stuttered a little, "There will be a fight." Oh man! What have I started?

"Oooh." They all howled. Jordan said, "Well, she is hot, even has a hot name."

It's a good thing I have self control because I might have strangled him. Instead, Iggy said, "Urgh, dude I don't even want to think about it. Remember, I can't see. Besides Kate is a tom-boy. The clothes she's wearing don't belong to her." In my head I added, unfortunately, and then shook the thought away. Max made it clear that she doesn't want a relationship with me. I can't be looking at her that way; the way some of the other guys were. Urgh!

I muttered, "I'll be right back." I couldn't control myself anymore; I had to go find out what was going on at her table. I didn't want to be suspicious though, so I said, "Anyone want to go over there?" I pointed out my destination. No more staring, time to move.

Who should go with Fang? Iggy? Jordan? Darrell? All of the guys at that table? Review! Also, I have a new story up, so check that out, too!

Max's point of view or Fang's next chapter? You get what you ask for, so let me know.