Disclaimer: Of course I don't own this.

Thanks to all my suddenly rigorous reviewers. Great ideas. You seem to want semi similar things so I'll do my best to satisfy you all. Sorry about my slow posting; I'm known as a perfectionist.

Max POV

There was a girl from the soccer team named Maria who invited me to sit with her and her friends in study hall, so true to my word to Fang, I accepted.

They were a hilarious, if a little rowdy, group. I wouldn't have fit in, in my usual blood stained clothes, so for the first time all day I was thankful that Ella had forced me into this tight blouse.

There was one guy, Aaron, who was asking me a lot of questions. I didn't trust the questioning, but he seemed like a nice enough guy, complementing me with ease.

I had to fight myself not to look around for my flock. We were safe here and I had to learn to relax.

Half way through the period, Maria whispered to me, "Is your friend, Nick, really protective?"

For a moment, I was confused, and then I remembered Fang's cover name. I replied, "Sometimes, why?"

"He's coming over here, bringing back up, and you are sitting way too close to Aaron." I checked all of those facts quickly. God, she was right! Where was Angel to control minds when you need her? Wait, it's just Fang. Besides, it didn't matter if I was sitting so close to Aaron; Fang and I weren't actually together.

Fang and his company reached our table. He said, "Hey, Kate. Who are your friends?" Translation: Who is next to you with his arm, across your papers?

"Oh, this is Maria, Gabriel, Laura, James, Quinn, and Aaron. Who are these people?" I turned to smile at the athletes behind him.

Fang looked ready to explain, but they introduced themselves. The first one had a foot ball jersey on, "I'm Jordan. According to Nick, I'll be in your science and Spanish classes."

"I'm Darrell. I play soccer; I hope you're coming to the game this afternoon."

"I'm Jared."

"Pedro."

"Hola, I'm Puablo."

"Hi. Do you guys want to sit?" What am I saying? Maybe Angel is in here. However, Fang rewarded me by displaying a rare trace of jealousy. He shoved a chair between mine and Aaron's. I didn't mind though.

The conversation continued like before, but this time, I didn't have Aaron looking at me. It was a relief. Jordan said, "Next week is going to be great. Homecoming will be good this year. Sorry, Nick, Jeff, Maria, and Kate, but I'll be yelling along with the 'Go home freshmen' chant."

Pedro said, "I hate the pep-rally; it's dressing in crazy clothes that I love."

I was confused, but Iggy mercifully asked, "What do you mean?"

A detailed explanation ensued after their shock wore off. Darrel finished, "And that evening is the dance." Crap. We all stood because the bell would be ringing in a minute. Aaron draped an arm across my shoulders and said, "That'll be fun. It'll be a great chance for you to get to know us, Kate."

I stiffened and my eyes darted to Fang. He caught my glance and growled, "Get off of her."

Aaron scowled, "Why? You're okay with it, aren't you, Kate?"

My throat seized up. Why am I having this problem? In my head, I screamed a string of words that would cause a sailor to cover his ears, but nothing came out.

Iggy asked, "What's going on?" Maria translated and Iggy cried, "Dude, ew! You have to be kidding me! Fang has quite the punch; you don't know what you're doing!"

I couldn't have been more thankful, but the embarrassment was equal.

Iggy went on, "Dude Kate, Nick and I are really close friends, don't try to split us up or Mr. Tall and Dark will never let you forget it.

BEEP! Saved by the bell. I really wanted to sprint to English class, but I controlled myself.

I know it's short and I didn't use all of your ideas yet, but I'm planning on using them in future chapters. By the way Gazzy's bomb is still coming and Fly-boy action is still a possibility if you want it.

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