A/N the whole story is just going to be all in Max POV

Nudge sprinted after me. "Hey Max! So how about tomorrow, Saturday 9 o'clock at the mall?" I desperately tried to think of an excuse unfortunately I couldn't.

"Ummm," I looked at Iggy for a help me look. He grinned and shrugged. I glared at him and sighed.

"Fine." Nudge grinned while I hit Iggy over the head with my spoon. He grimaced and rubbed his light reddish blonde hair making it spiky.

"You really hurt do you know?"

"Good, they're supposed to hurt duh!" I rolled my eyes and started putting pepperonni pizza on my plate. I joined Ella, Iggy, Nudge, Sam, JJ, Tess and Dylan at our table.

"So, Max have you got a date for prom?" Sam asked casually, I bit into my pizza.

"Nope, why?" Sam blushed and muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Iggy what did he say?" Incase you don't know, Iggy's got very good ears, I sometimes wonder if he's got bat DNA. Iggy shook his head.

"I think Sam should say it." I narrowed my eyes.

"Would you go to the prom with me?" Sam asked more cleary. My mouth dropped open, literally, the piece of pizza I had been chewing popped out of my mouth.

"What?" I spluttered, running my fingers through my hair.

"Would you go to the prom with me?"

"She heard you, just doesn't want to go out with you." Iggy grinned and ducked as I threw my fork at him.

"No, I'm just surprised..." I started "Umm, can I think about it Sam?"

"Sure." he blushed as red as a tomato and didn't speak for the rest of the lunch time. After we ate lunch we went out for the usual. Me, Sam, Dylan, JJ, Tess and Iggy at football, Ella went her own way with Nudge chattering about boys, fashion blah blah blah and so on. Dylan was the leader of the red team, I was the blue.

"Rock paper scissors!" Dylan's hand was stretched into paper, mine scissor.

"HA!" I stuck my tongue out, "Iggy,"

"I choose Tess." Dylan retorted.

"Okay... Sam then."

"JJ."

"Let the game start!" I yelled and it started I immediately ran forward. Iggy was faster I'm sorry to admit, he tackled the ball out of Dylan's reach and kicked it in my general direction I dribbled it to the goal where JJ was tensed, I feinted, pretending to score to the left but kicked to the right.

"Score!" Iggy punched the air and high fived me. Dylan murmured something to JJ and she nodded, in the corner of my eyes I saw Nick watching. JJ suddenly kicked the ball into the air 20 feet above.

"Whoa!" I headbutted it and Sam caught it (Seeing as he was the goalkeeper he was allowed to use his hands), he kicked it at Iggy and he scored another goal. The game went on until the bell rang. We won by 6:2.

"That's our 7th victory in row!" Iggy crowed. I grinned and did our special high five, it's basically gripping hands, moving forward to touch our shoulders and slamming ort fists together. Incase you're wondering I'm not Iggy's girlfriend, we're just best friends, got it?

"Hey Max." Dylan was leaning against the doorway to the scientist classroom.

"Yeah?" I wondered what Dylan wanted.

"Can I ask you something?" he looked nervous and sincere, Dylan never was one to hide emotions.

"Can it wait?" Iggy interrupted "This boy needs to get in before he gets another detention."

"Your sense of humor sucks." I told him, Dylan reluctantly moved aside, I mouthed later. Inside Mr. Grastly was waiting.

"Late again Ms. Martinez and Mr. Davidson." he said sternly. I grinned, Mr. Grastly was cool he never gave detention.

"Sorry sir." I apologised and went to sit at a spare table with Iggy.

"Now we will be doing an experiment and working as partners to fill a report. I will choose the partners, go sit next to that person when your partner is revealed." I glanced at Lissa. Anyone but her.

"Mr. Daivdson and Ms. Marks." Mr. Grastly announced. Iggy grimaced I shot him a sympathetic smile. The list went on.

"Ms. Martinez and Mr. Ride." Oh Jesus, what did everyone have against me to always put me together with Nick? Nick came and sat next to me, I gave him a wiry smile.

"The equipments are set, Mr. Davidson and Ms. Martinez, please don't blow anything up, that's the reason I seperated you two." Ah crap, I should have been more careful.

"You blow things up?" Nick looked at me skeptically. I shrugged.

"That's Gazzy and Iggy's speciality, however I'm not too bad myself." I started getting random tubes and mixing it together. "You know what?" I continued as I began pouring liquid. "I wonder what happens if you shake this all together." Nick's eyebrows shot up.

"It's not a good idea..." he didn't finish Iggy winked and we both shook the tube at the same time. BOOM! I went flying through the window and managed to grip the glass pane. The smoke cleared to reveal everyone coughing and spluttering.

"You know, I don't see why I always have to be the one who flys out of the window." I grumbled.

"That's because you sat next to the window." Nick told me.

"Thank you captain obvious." I examined my cuts. Less than last time, my mom would patch me up anyway.

"You okay Max?" Dylan asked, Iggy looked at me, climbing out of an Iggy shaped hole at the other wall. Ooh bet that hurt, he would have to come back to my house with me.

"Ms. Martinez, Mr. Davidson, that's the 84th time you have blowed something up, next time you're paying." Mr. Grastly picked himself from under the table where he had been hiding. "You should go back to your mom's."

"Thank you sir, can Iggy go too?" I asked.

"Yes I think you should, Mr. Ride would you go with them?" Nick again?

"Sir I can go..." Dylan began.

"In that case you both shall go!" Mr. Grastly said brightly his hair stuck out like it had been electrified.

"I bet Sam would have volonteered if he was in our class." Iggy whispered to me. I blushed and pinched him. He stumbled suddenly. Nick swiftly supported me. Now that Iggy stumbled I felt slightly dizzy too but I didn't want to be supported so I kept limping.

"You okay Max?" Dylan glanced at my wounded legs anxiously.

"Sure." we finally arrived and I unlocked the door. "Mom!" My mom hurried out, the smell of chocolate chip cookies came from the kitchen. She saw my expression and laughed.

"Yes honey you can have some." she caught the sight of my bloodied body. "You really have to stop blowing things up Max dear." she led me to the living room.

"Hello Mrs. Martinez." Dylan smiled.

"Hello Dylan and who's this gentleman?"

"Mom!"

"My name is Nick Ride, however I prefer the term Fang." Nick, Fang whatever said formally.

"Fang?" Iggy asked, massaging his bruised leg as mom put a cast on him"Why?" Fang shrugged.

"I'll go now, bye Max, bye James."

"It's Iggy!" Iggy called before Fang shut the door behind him.

Woo hoo! Extra long chap, did you enjoy it? Unfortunately not as much humor as last time I'm sorry to admit, however it was the best I could do. I promise to try better next time R&R