FangPOV

After a long lecture on the problems and affects of PDA and how it is a nuesense to students and teachers alike, Max and I got off the hook. I didn't care if I got in trouble, because I knew for certain that Max was with me.

Luckily, though, Miss Connell didn't catch me in the middle of song, or I would have been in more trouble.

Max and I walked hand and hand to our next class, Art. We didn't talk but Max smiled to herself, humming along to a tune.

No one was in the wide hallway, that was lined with doors and lockers. Posters covered spare spaces on the wall. I saw one for the dance.

"Looking forward to the dance, Maxy?" I asked.

"Argh!" she groaned, smacking her free hand to her forhead, "it will be be fun to perform. But..."

"But what?" I encourage. She seemed hesitant to tell me something.

"Well... the thing is... I..."

I pout on my serious tone, "Max,"

"I can't dance," she blurted. I couldn't help but chuckle at that, "oh, what, Fang? Thanks, just thanks,"

"I just think it's silly. You've been to a dance before, right?"

She looked to the ground, head hung, and slowly shook her head.

"You haven't been to a dance before?" I cleared.

She snapped her head up, alert and staring right at me, "don't tell Nudge, please!"

I stopped walking, takingMax's other hand, "Maximum Ride. I promise to make this years Freshman dance the best night of your life," She grinned, planting a peck on my cheek.

I laughed. We continued to walked and silence

I got an idea, having no one in sight. I smiled, wrapping my arms around Max and guiding her to the wall. She shrieked in surprise and I trapped her with my arms. I hung my head infront of her face as she giggled uncontrollably.

"Damn it, Fang," she murmured. I reached my hand to her chin, tilting it towards my lips. She dove into the passinate kisses, mumbling and moaning immediately.

She tasted strangely of fairy floss, sweet and tinglely. Sugery. Addictive.

We were late for Art.

AngelPOV

I arrived late for school, I think it was Period 3 when I got there. I'd just tell everyone I slept in, which was kid of true. I'll just leave the part out where I was hungover, that's why I slept in...

Not bothered to check in at the schools office, I walked striaght down the corridors to my locker. There was no one around as I casually, slowly, walked down the hall. I took my time, looking at posters and not much else. I ran my fingers oer the cold metal of the lockers and hummed a tune.

As I turned the corner, something large tackled into my side, pushing me into the wall and making my side numb. I whimpered slightly as it trapped me with it's arms and hungrily kissed me.

I pulled back, turning my face away, "s-stop,"

Sam turned my face back, looking into his deep, brown eyes, "come on, baby," he kisded me again but he got mad when I pulled away. "Damn, it, Angel! What the hell's your problem?" he yelled.

I whimpered again. "I-i don't want to k-kiss you,"

He glared, anger in his eyes, "didn't stop you two days ago," He squweezed my shoulders tightly, making me whimper louder. I was sure bruises were forming when he tried to kiss me again.

I shook out of his grasp, "s-stop!" I backed away slowly, "stop,"

Sam reached out again for me again, "look, sorry, babe. I-i didn't mean to hurt you, I swear!"

Tears spilled down my face. My life was ruined. I had a jerk of a boyfriend. My parents were split up. My own brother hates me. My friends hate me. I hate myself. And I stupidly dyed my hair blue. Blue!