Best Friends with

Since so many of y'all reviewed l decided to UPDATE EARLY!

Previously:

Fang disguises himself and goes to Max's highschool as a student teacher.

CHAP 4

Fang's POV

"My name is Lissa," the red hair proudly declared.

I nodded and soaked in her features. Big smile, designer clothes, and just your everyday slut. My eyes roamed freely over her body, something I could never do to Max.

Not bad, I thought, not bad at all. I'll give her a 7 out of 10.

Lissa smacked her gum loudly,

"How come I've never seen you around?"

I shrugged.

She turned sideways so our legs touched.

"You're really cute," she purred.

I nodded, of course I am. I'm a supermodel after all. The least supermodels have to be is CUTE.

I felt a hand on my arm, so I looked up and realized that Lissa was only inches from my face.

Out of desperation, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind,

"Do you know Maximum Ride?"

Lissa squinted her eyes into tiny slits.

"Yes, why? Do you know her?

I frantically shook my head. Stupid Fang, you almost blew your cover.

"Good," Lissa snapped, "She's not worth dirt. Max is such a -."

I wanted to deck her and her boob job out right then and there. How dare she insult my best friend!

Controlling my anger I slowly replied,

"Oh really? She looks really nice and funny."

Unlike you, I thought.

Lissa rolled her eyes and sighed,

"Can we stop talking about her? Let's talk about something else. Hmm…maybe if you have anything planned tonight?"

Her hand rubbed my knee and continued creeping up. I pushed my chair back, but damn, she's hot.

I stood up and began making my way over to Max, when I felt Lissa's hand slip a piece of paper in my backpocket.

Lissa winked at me and gestured 'call me'.

I smirked, girls are so easy to get.

MAX POV

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I l looked over and came face to face with the student teacher.

His green eyes bored into mine. It was very unsettling.

"Hey," he nodded at me.

I awkwardly smiled back. It was as if he has said 'Hey' to me every day. As if he knew me.

"Need help?" he asked.

I guess I wouldn't mind help on my math homework.

I nodded and he pulled up a chair, blocking my view of Dylan.

Dylan frowned and cried, "It's ok Mr., I was helping Max."

Mr. Student Teacher death-glared at Dylan, and Dylan instantly shrunk back.

I chuckled, what a sissy.

"Are you and blondie together?" Mr. asked.

I almost choked on my spit.

"WHAT?! No, of course not."

I felt heat rush up to my cheeks, "I barely know him."

The student teacher's dazzling green eyes flooded with relief. He smirked, and I was taken aback.

His smirk was identical to Fang's! Nobody could ever copy his smirk.

I must have gasped out loud, because his forehead creased with worry and asked,

"Are you OK?"

I nodded, slowly asking,

"What's your name?"

He seemed to think for a moment.

"Sam."

I smiled and realized that my crazy idea couldn't be true. Was Fang actually disguised as the student teacher? I almost laughed out loud at that thought. He would never do anything that could get him caught, and put himself and me in danger.

Before I knew it, the class period ended.

I pushed my books into my backpack and turned around to say goodbye to Sam, but he was already gone.

My eyebrows furrowed, what a strange guy.

Strange and all, he was going through my mind the whole day. His emerald green eyes, shaggy brown hair, and tall lean figure. He was about the same height as Fang.

To me, he resembled my best friend a lot.

Handsome, charming, but quiet.

I laughed drily, I have a lot to tell Fang when I get home.

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