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I was originally planning on focusing more on the explosions than on Fax, but the reviews have kind of swung my ideas the tiniest little bit. Thanks to all of you whose pen names refuse to stick in my head except for three of you.

Fang POV

Monday morning I was sitting at the kitchen table at 6:30 when Max came down from her shower. She had dried and tied up her hair, but she was still in her pajamas. Dr. Martinez turned around and pointed this out.

Max muttered, "I forgot my clothes in my room and didn't fell like walking around in a towel."

I didn't mention that she had done that once at Anne's.

She dropped into her seat and told me so quietly that her Mom wouldn't hear, "I need your help with something. Meet me in your room in twenty minutes."

I nodded, unsure of what I had just agreed to. A few moments later, I stood and went upstairs. In my room I found Iggy and Gazzy whispering to each other, but I just shook my head, not too worried.

After awhile, Iggy and Gazzy went to have breakfast and Max came in. She now had on her jeans, but her shirt was still the same one she had slept in. She said, "I don't want to wear those clothes Ella got me. Yesterday, I got gravel in my bra for the first time in my life."

I gave a weak cough. That was way too much information. Max finished, "I want to borrow a shirt from you."

"What?!"

"You heard me. I'm the leader, now give me the one you haven't worn yet."

I felt a rush of smugness and happiness, but pushed it back to enjoy later. "Okay." I dug it out and handed it to her.

She ordered, "Turn around."

""Why?"

"My mother would kill us both if I voluntarily showed you my bra."

"Oh." I turned around and shut my eyes. I'm no idiot and I am a guy. And I knew what was right behind me. I joked, "What if it isn't voluntary?"

"Oh, ha ha… You can look now. I'm decent."

I turned and sneered, "Decent in a guy's shirt and one that is two sizes to big for you. Mm-hm."

"Whatever. Let's go. We have to walk to a bus stop."

I silently followed her.

When we got to school Iggy went to our Math class while Max and I went to the detention room. The teacher was already there. Max and I were the first students to arrive. The next person was a smelly guy who told us that he had skipped class one too many times. I don't see why he would think that we would care unless he just wanted us to tell him why we were in there. After that two blonde girls came in and gave Max scathing looks that didn't make any sense until I realized that they didn't approve of Max's fashion statement. Finally, Sam shuffled in just in time.

He approached Max and acted as if nothing had happened. With one exception to his rule; he acted as if I was invisible. He said, "Hi Kate."

She replied limitedly, "Hi."

"Sorry that I got you in here. That wasn't exactly my intention."

"I got myself in here. Remember: I joined the fight."

"Yeah. I guess." He was silent for a moment before asking, "Whose shirt is that? There is no way it belongs to you." He said it jokingly, but I sensed a higher interest.

I forced my way into the conversation, "It's mine."

He looked taken aback, but didn't have a chance to say anything before the teacher called, "Alright, social hour ends now. You are going to have an hour of typical detention first. Then-"

He stopped as Aaron walked in. The teacher gestured for him to find a seat before continuing, "For the second hour, you will help the janitors sweep and mop. For your third hour you will help the lunch monitors serve your peers, hairnets and all. For your fourth hour, I will allow you to come back here and do the homework your teachers send in. For your fifth hour, you will help clean the bathrooms. Then, for the remaining time, traditional detention will continue. Am I understood?"

We all nodded, bored out of our skulls already.

The first hour crawled by, but finally it ended and the teacher announced, "We will split into three small groups to go with three janitors I will travel between the groups. I want you partnered up boy-girl. Detention is not a time for you to spend with friends." He missed my smirk.

Automatically I moved closer to Max. Sam and Aaron each went with a blonde girl. That left the smelly guy. The teacher placed the smelly guy, whose name was Brian, with Max and me. Joy.

Next, the janitors came in. We were put with Mr. Gerald who had tattoos covering his arms.

After a little more useless talk we were brought out into the hallway with brooms and mops. As is to be expected we spent the ensuing period of time cleaning the surface that we walk on with muddy shoes. Meanwhile, I brainstormed a hundred and one better ways to spend my time.

With fifteen minutes left in the period, I heard a noise come from a few hallways over. Boom!

Mere seconds later the principal came on over the loudspeaker, "We are going into lockdown. This is not a drill. Get away from hallways, doors and windows." Uh-oh.

Mr. Gerald cried, "Come on. We can hide in this here closet. He bought us to a janitor's closet and closed the door behind us. It was dark in here. Max bumped her hand against mine. I took it before pulling her into an embrace and whispering, "If it was Iggy then we'll be alright."

She replied, "I don't think so. They would know better than to do that in school."

"Don't be so quick to defend their sense of morality."

She groaned. Meanwhile, I was reveling in the fact that she hadn't pulled away from me. Did it have something to do with the dark and not being able to see or be seen? Was she actually blushing, but to stubborn to give that away. Curiously, I brushed my finger across her cheek. She stiffened as I decided that her cheeks were definitely heated. My fingers still on her face, I drew them along her jaw. I knew that she would push me away soon, but I couldn't make myself stop. We had been in the dark for five minutes. I thought that Max was about to say something, but then the loudspeaker came on again, "The threat has passed and the perpetrator has been discovered. Please return to your normal classes. Kate Martinez please report to the office."

She growled, "It was him. He had better pray that his head remains facing forwards!"

Okay, so this chapter turned out to be really long. I'm going to split it up. The explosions will be in the next chapter. Also, does everyone know what school spirit week is? Because if you don't I'll include an explanation at the top of the next chaprter.

Review, please, but you knew that I wanted that.