Title: Can I Help You?

Rating: T

Warning(s):Language

Summary: The flock settles down in NY, but when Kick-Ass and he gang show up, things start getting complicated: identities, relationships, secrets, and yeah... trying to save the world doesn't help much, either. R&R!

Feedback: It's always loved and appreciated, guys~

Disclaimer: I own neither characters; I just use them as barbies for my own liking.

Author's Note: Okay, now that I'm getting back on track, I'm planning to write and post as many chapters as possible. Summer vacation ftw.

"Max Ride? The principal's ready to speak to you."

Okay, maybe it wasn't the best idea to fight in the cafeteria of a high school this secure. I should've figured from the metal detectors in the front of it to not put the idea of violence in my head, but you know. I grabbed my bag and stood up, nodding at the lady. She drew back slightly – word gets around when you're the winner of a fight, I guess. I walked into the room, plopping down on a seat. The jock sat next to me, a back of ice covered in paper towels pressed against half his face. Mr. Birulin sat across the table, hands folded as he leaned towards us in dismay.

"Ms. Ride… is there something you'd like to say?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked from him to the other guy, shrugging. "Sorry… 'bout that whole face thing," I apologized, gesturing to his wounds with a straight face. He rolled his eyes, "Fuck you."

"Language," Birulin said, and the guy backed down. "Max… short for Maxine?"

"No."

"Okay then… Max." He sighed, running his fingers through his thinning hair. "Max, enlighten me. If you were me, what might you say to this school's football coach about the game tonight and how his best quarterback, Shane, won't be able to play?"

"Uh…" I started, scanning quote-on-quote Shane up and down. "Uh, at least he's not in the hospital?"

"Okay, that's it," he said, slamming the table. "Three Saturday schools for the ruckus you—"

"Woah, woah, woah!" I said aloud, my eyes widening as I sat up straighter. "You can't start accusing me of something that was bound to happen! He called my friends dicks and spilled crap on me—"

"Yeah, I'm regretting calling only them dicks, bitch—"

"LANGUAGE!"

"Is everything alright?"

The three of us spun to the doorway, the Secretary staring at us in confusion. Her eyes widened and she shut the door quickly. I looked back at us; clenched fists, blood on us, anger management issues...

Yeah, we probably looked badass.

"Listen, you two," Birulin started, and we sat back down, "there are rules in this school. Because of the scene you made in the cafeteria, I have to say that you are each suspended for a week. Shane, I hate to say this, but you're not participating in the next five football games. And Max," he raised his voice to cut off Shaney-Waney from protesting. I raised an eyebrow.

He stood up, a hand on the desk as he looked down at me. "It saddens me to see a new student cause so much trouble so quickly. I should consider kicking you out right now." I frowned, looking down at my legs.

"But…" I looked up at him in confusion. He furrowed his brows, massaging the bridge of his nose. "It might also be a good idea to keep you here. You seem to be amazing in action. Perhaps you should join a sport if you plan to behave better." He looked at Shane, who sat in shock. I gave a smirk. "Why gee, Mr. Birulin, that's very kind of you. I'll consider it." I straightened out the loaner shirt they gave me (you know, with the milk being all over the other one) and grabbed my bag, heading towards the door. "Should my parents be expecting a call?" I asked, opening the door. He nodded, "The secretary will notify them in a few moments. If they cannot come to pick you up, it's almost the end of the day anyway, so just stay in the office."

"Cool beans," I replied, staring at the office workers. They avoided my gaze, working. Talk about being anti-social.

"You better check yourself, Max," I heard Shane say. "Um, I'm sorry, but who was the one who won that fight?" I asked innocently. He growled but the nurse grabbed him, telling him to go into the room again to get patched up. I gave a little wave and sat on the bench, looking at the clock.

43 minutes to go.

She reminded him so much of Mindy.

"Mr. Lizewski, is there something distracting you?" the teacher asked. Dave snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head slightly, looking around to see what was going on. He flipped the textbook open to the needed page and got out his notebook and pencil, writing his name in the corner.

So much like Mindy, but so different. So natural.

He wasn't sure how to explain it. All of Max's moves had the same effect Mindy's had: hardcore, painful, and badass. But it was like she learned it from scratch, on her own; Mindy was trained. I wonder how often she gets into fights? he thought, staring blankly at the text.

"Did you know Max was like that?" Marty asked to the right of him. Dave turned to him, eyebrows pulled close as he shook his head. Of course he knew though – he had gotten his ass kicked before from her. Not that anyone would know.

"She was a badass!" Marty whispered, eyes wide. "I mean, damn, did you see her body—"

"Mr. Eisenberg." Marty snapped his mouth shut, facing forward. When the woman turned around though, he gave a thumbs up to Dave in approval. Dave just sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked down back at the work.

Max was hot. Except that wasn't the best way to put it; she was far more than just being hot. She used to seem just ordinary; wearing semi-baggy clothes and not caring about her looks. But she didn't need to, anyway. Because every guy already loved her. Max was a badass, and that made her hot. Max was new, and that made her hot.

And Max was totally out of everyone's league. But that just drove everyone else crazy.

How in the hell do her brothers cope? he wondered, thinking about Adam and Nick. Shit, if I lived with her, I'd go insane! This was the only class, other than his language class, that he didn't have any of the three in. This was the class he'd be able to think about them in without having to worry about it.

Of course, Katie was in this class, too. He sighed, looking at her texting. Probably Ericka, her best friend. Her smile made him forget what he was thinking of. They caught each other's gaze, and she smiled back.

Max's smile from before couldn't compare. But then again he had never seen her give a loving smile.

It must be amazing, to make her smile like that…

But that wouldn't ever be a smile meant for Dave. She already found him annoying probably. Todd and Marty were the lucky ones, already being good friends with her.

And he had a girlfriend… he looked at Katie again before turning forward finally. Making a girl smile wouldn't be bad. But making her give you a loving smile… That was different. Out of his reach.

But a teen could dream. He tapped his fingers, thinking about her.

Someday, one day, I hope to make you smile, Max.

A/N: Okay, another chapter. Kind of sucky, but I'm trying to sort what I want to happen later on in the story. Thanks for reading. ^-^