A/N: This Fanfic is getting pretty popular, and it makes me happy! That was really a suckish and lame chapter I can do better but I'm always in hurry to get more out there. I've just been busy lately with volleyball. So I'm really sorry everyone. By the way, I'm going to be updating sister of mine! Also, drum roll please, making a sequel for Hope! I swear!

POV Alexa(Angel

Matthew stood over the young freshman laughing with his friends. He seemed to be amused, but his eyes said otherwise. I sighed, and stood up, walking to the table of soccer jerks. I could feel Jane's footsteps behind me, and hear her breathing, smooth and clear. Inhale. Exhale.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, willing myself not to scream out in sorrow. Images flashed through my mind; there was one of me as a little girl curled into a ball, my eyes red and puffy from long periods of crying. When was that? How could I not remember why I was crying? Nate came over to hold me close, and he too soon started to sob. Why could I not remember? Nate never cried, and if he did, how could I forget?

"Matthew," we approached their table only to hear the freshman speak up.

"Listen, DUDE, your girlfriend was just being nice, and I was just being nice back, no flirting involved what so ever." Sigh. So this was about matt's girl Delaney, huh? Matt was so protective of her, you couldn't even look at her. Not that you would want to, she probably say, "take a picture, it will last longer" although most people do. There is only one word for these type of people my friends. Bitch.

"I saw you flirting dickhead! Now apologize to my lady." Matt winked at Delaney, while she, well, acted completely bored, like it was just everyday her boyfriend started a fight over her, mostly because it was.

"Apologize for what?" the kid glared, and I prayed my brother didn't hit this poor little confused kid.

"For making me throw up just looking at your ugly face, Creech!" See what I mean by bitch?

"fine, fine…I'm sorry for making you nearly hurl at my ugly face, and I'm sorry I'm a Creech," he whisper/huffed and stalked off nearly in tears. Poor little guy.

"Matthew what are you doing with yourself?" I shook my head and walked away, this thought in my head. That's when it hit me, why I remembered that day. That was the day max left. A tear fell down my cheek and dropped to the floor. Be strong, Alexa, be strong.

Madison's POV(Max)

I tried calling Chace all day, but he would never answer. I cried myself to sleep that night, over everything. Chace, Fang, mostly Fang. Chace knew who Fang was? Where he was now? I wanted to cry again just considering that I've been near the flock this whole time.

Just remembering that day sent chills up my spine. The next five years of my life were hell. Always testing and no breaks. I put on some sweats and tied my hair up in a sloppy bun. I slipped on my pumas and headed out the door.

The agenda for today? New karate teacher at some rich prep school.

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