I'm attempting to make chapters longer. Tell me if it's working or if I'm just trying too hard. :) Lots of POV changes this chapter, so sorry about that.

Max

"Mickey D's?" called Jeb, his voice breaking into my concentration. I slapped Fang's license into my sweatshirt pocket, thinking I'd been caught. But when I looked up Jeb was just making sure all the basketball girls were okay with McDonald's.

"Yeah," everybody echoed. I dug out my cash, still able to feel the card in my pocket.

I felt guilty. It probably wasn't right that I'd found his license after he left and kept it. I mean, he was just in the gym. Would it have been so bad to walk into my rival school's student section to return a driver's license? Okay, yeah, that would've been bad, but still. What if he got pulled over for something and didn't have his license? What if he got thrown in jail because he didn't have it.

Max, chill, I told myself. You're overthinking this.

The bus stopped and, when it did, I stuck the license into my bag. I didn't want to carry it around with me. I should've just given it back to him. Now I'd have to go to his house to return it.

I sighed and got off the bus. Most of the girls were groggy because they'd been sleeping, but I was wide awake.

We formed a long line to the counter, me somewhere in the middle by Maddie.

"How's your hip?" Maddie asked. I shrugged.

"It hurt a little during the game, but it's fine now," I told her. And it was. As a matter of fact, I hadn't even thought of my hip since the game ended.

"Can I help you?" asked a short little dude when I got to the front. I saw him eyeing my tape, and I didn't care.

"Yeah. I want the ten piece chicken nuggets. The meal. And a soda. Please."

The guy, seemingly surprised by my large order, put this all in. "That'll be six forty-seven."

"Here ya go." I gave him a ten, got my change, gave my name, and went to wait while the rest of the girls ordered and they cooked up my food.

While standing there, I decided that I'd have to return Fang's license plate eventually. No matter how awkward or stalkerish it would seem to him. But hey, he'd have to appreciate that I would give it back, right? I'd take it tomorrow. Or if he came to the girls' games on Wednesday. Which, if he knew I had his license, he probably would. So it was decided. I would just take the license with me to the Wednesday game and give it to him then. If he wasn't there, he'd have to wait till the weekend.

"Max," called somebody, and I went and got my food. I filled up my cup with a Suicide (a mix of all the sodas, in case you didn't know, which you should) and headed back out to the bus.

Maybe I'd even see Fang at the game tomorrow. If I decided to go.

Not that I was that desperate to see Fang anyway.

Fang

"Fang?" Mrs. Aarons, my trigonometry teacher, stood in front of my desk with an expectant look on her face.

"Yes, Mrs. Aarons?" I said with sarcasm dripping from my voice. My class snickered.

"Where is your homework assignment?"

"Oh, that?" I pretended to think for a moment. "I went to cheer on our basketball girls last night, and so I wasn't able to finish my homework. I apologize."

Mrs. Aarons looked at me with absolutely no expression. "Lunch detention today," she finally said. "You can work on your assignment and turn it in tomorrow for half credit." She turned to go back to the board to teach.

Jon shook his head at me from across the room, grinning. Because he'd gone to the game too and, although he probably didn't get a great grade, he'd done his homework to turn in on time. I shrugged in reply.

When the bell rang I got up and left and went to lunch, despite the fact that I was supposed to stay in Mrs. Aarons's room.

XxX

"...do what we've done in practice," Coach finished. He clapped his hands, and we all took off the tops we'd warmed up in, so that we were in the simple white uniform with red lettering. "Fang."

"Yeah, Coach?"

"C'mere."

"What's up, Coach?" I asked, stepping onto the side of the locker room with him. I noticed, somewhat nervously, that Coach had pulled me away so that none of my teammates could hear what he was going to say.

"I got another email from Mrs. Aarons. She says you skipped out on a lunch detention. Again. Next time, Walker, and I'm pulling you out of the game. Understand?"

"Yes, Coach, I understand." I ducked my head until he left, and reached down and adjusted my shoe laces.

I decided to not fret on this. I'd just get my homework done and not skip out on lunch detentions. Besides, it was a hollow threat, just to scare me. Coach and I both knew the team wouldn't make it far without me.

Waiting for us to be released out to the court (we were playing Kirksville), I sat down on the bench. The other guys were doing push ups or stretching their arms, and I was just sitting there, mentally preparing myself like I always did. (Remind you of anyone?)

Not long after I felt ready, we were called out for the game to start.

Max

"Why the hell are we here?" Maddie asked in a whiney voice. "Our boys' don't start for another hour at least."

"Just...don't complain. I told you I needed to return this guy's license." I held up Fang's driver's license for proof.

"We could've waited till after the game! Jesus, Max, I could've finished my trig homework. Why do we have to watch this Nicholas dude play, anyway?"

"Just because," I answered. I grabbed Maddie's arm and pulled her up to the bleachers to take a seat at the very top above the Bishop student section.

I knew Bishop pretty much hated Nixon's guts (and not just because of how they'd behaved at our game last week), so for tonight I'd settled on some jean shorts and a black North Face jacket. I had on my black and gold Nike Air Max shoes too, just because I didn't want to look completely unsupportive when our game started. Plus I liked the fact that they were called Air Max.

The Bishop Panthers came out of the locker room, and Fang was in the front next to a much shorter guy and right behind the coach. They talked for a few minutes, then stood in a line and watched the flag as the national anthem played. But they didn't hold hands or anything like us girls, obviously.

When everybody got in their place for the jump ball I wasn't surprised Fang was the jumper for his team. He had to be at least six foot three. At least.

He got the ball (obviously) to one of his teammates, and so the game began.

XxX

"Stay here," I told Maddie when the game was over. Bishop had won twenty to forty-nine. Yeah. Impressive, I know. Not that I'd admit that to anybody that goes to Bishop.

"What? I want to come!"

"I'm just gonna give Fang his license and I'll be right back. Just hang out with our student section," I told her. I gestured down, where Bishop students were leaving and ours were coming in to their seats. I noticed a whole lot of shoves and dirty looks.

"Uhhhhhhh. Fine. Whatever, ditch me, I don't care," Maddie said, waving her hand and standing up. But I knew she was kidding.

I bounded down the bleachers and out to the hallway. As I did it I pulled my hair up into its usual sloppy ponytail, minus the tape. I'd had my hair down for once today (not to impress Fang or anything...), but I just wasn't a hair-down kind of girl.

Out in the hall, I stood there for a while, waiting for Fang in the sea of Bishop students. I fingered the license, which was in my jacket pocket. Feeling out of place in all the red and white, I looked down at my shoes, just standing and waiting.

Fang

I came out of the locker room with my bag, my usual cocky grin on my face. I was surprised, and pleased, to see Max standing there, looking at the floor.

"Fancy seeing you here," I muttered as I approached her. She looked up, her messy blonde ponytail flipping.

"Oh. Uh, yeah. I accidentally kept your license the other day," she said. Her voice was kind of smug, and also kind of embarrassed. It was cute.

And yes. I, Nicholas "Fang" Walker, just said cute instead of hot. What was going on with me.

"Oh. Thanks." I took the license from her outstretched hand, and when my hand brushed hers, she jerked back, like I'd shocked her. Which maybe I did. But it kind of felt like she shocked me too.

"Well. Nice game." Max nodded as she said this, and I was surprised she'd watched.

"Thanks." I grinned.

"Well..."

"Do you want to...go out sometime?" I asked. I don't know what made me say it. It was like something came over me and made me ask it. I don't know what pushed me to do it. If it was the fact that she was confident and pretty without makeup, or that little signature hair flip she had, or if it was the slight blush on her cheeks. Usually I asked girls on dates because they were hot. Max... Max and I clicked. That's my best explanation.

Max blushed again. "Um. Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun."

"Okay." I turned to go, but Max grabbed my arm, causing another mini-electrocution for us both. But she didn't let go, and the shock turned into little courses of electricity running up and down my arm. It was ridiculously cliche.

"Your phone number," Max prompted. She took a pink Sharpie out of her pocket and gave it to me, pulling up her sleeve and giving me her arm.

I wrote my number on the bottom of her arm, where her skin was pale and I could see the blue veins. I could tell she wasn't one of those girls who spent her Saturday evenings sitting in tanning beds, or the summertime lying on those chairs around the pool. She struck me as the...well, fun type of girl.

"Write yours now," I said, and held my arm out. I knew I was going to get so much shit from my friends about having a phone number on my arm in pink Sharpie, but at the moment I didn't care. I wanted Max's phone number, because I didn't want her to be those girls I just flirted with whenever I happened to run into them.

"I'll see you later," Max said, and she didn't blush when she said it.

"Yeah."

About twenty minutes later, just about halfway back to Bishop, my phone buzzed with a text. A text from Max, who I'd already put into my Caller I.D.

Saturday? it said. Nothing else. I smirked

Def saturday.

So there's my Easter gift to you. Sorry it's not as good as a chocolate bunny or anything. :/

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