January 2, 2013: B

Ratchet's talking, but I'm not really listening. I'm watching Max talk to her friends, Angel and Nudge, and wondering what would actually happen if I went over and asked her out. Judging by her wonderful display at the garbage bin, it wouldn't go exactly how my dream had.

Sighing, I adjust my backpack strap, studying her.

She looks normal, but a little tense and distracted. It's weird that I know when she looks tense and distracted, and I try to remember how many times I'd studied her like this before. It's a pathetically high number, and I get the faint feeling she would slap me if she knew.

I hadn't seen her since the Garbage Bin Incident because Mom and Dad had decided that it was the perfect time to go and visit my mom's relatives in Ohio.(Which I hated, by the way, because I hate the cold and my Aunt Anna always pinches my cheeks and calls me Tooth. Sigh.)

After the past few weeks away, I'd almost forgotten how pretty Max was. Seeing her now, just a few yards away, I'm struck, once again, by the fact that she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

"…so this chick, she really likes you, and she totally asked me about you…"

I turn to Ratchet, my eyebrows furrowing. "What?"

He frowns, glancing over my shoulder to see what I'd been ignoring him for. When he sees Max, he laughs, rolling his eyes. "Nothing, man," he replies. "Except that chick that Max is talking to is supposed to have a thing for you."

"Supposed to?" I ask, rolling my eyes. "I didn't know you were a gossip, Ratchet."

Ratchet wiggles his eyebrows as we both watch the girl talk to Max animatedly, her eyes bright. "There's a lot you don't know about me, my man."

I roll my eyes as the bell rings, shoving Ratchet and walking backwards towards the main doors. "I know you're an idiot!" I holler, and he laughs again.

"And I know that you're a priss!"

Rolling my eyes, I spin around, heading to class.

"See you around, priss!"

I wave at him over my shoulder, shaking my head.

What a moron.

:-:-:-:-:

"Dude! I think you should give Maya a try."

Taking a bite out of my ham and cheese sandwich, I shake my head at Ratchet. He'd been bugging me about 'Maya' all morning, even though I had no idea who she was and, of course, I liked Max. A lot. Maybe too much?

I shake off this thought and swallow, raising an eyebrow at him. "Ratch. I like Max. I'm not going to ask out her friend."

Ratchet groans, banging his head against the table. "Fang!" he pleads, looking at me with wide eyes. "Maya and Max look a lot alike! Same hair, eyes, everything! Why are so hung up on this chick if you don't have the balls to ask her out?"

Glancing over at Max's table, I see Nudge and Angel talking to each other, much to Max's apparent chagrin.

She shoots them a glare, and they stop talking.

I smile wryly, turning back around.

"Well?" Ratchet demands, and I laugh, running a hand through my hair and shaking my head.

"Max isn't just another girl, Ratch," I tell him, rolling my eyes. "It's not about her looks or body or whatever, which I know is hard for you to grasp. It's about her personality."

Ratchet shakes his head at me in wonder. "You really are a priss."

I smirk back, shrugging. "But I'm the coolest priss you'll ever meet."

My friend chortles, but drops the subject, instead going onto how he thinks some girl named Star is hot.

Tuning him out, I slowly take another bite of my sandwich, wondering if I'll ever have the guts to ask out Max for real.

:3 YES. YOU WILL. I KNOW. I HAVE FORSEEN IT.

So, yeah, sorry. I was waiting for Fluffy to write, but she didn't, and I felt the need to update, so I'm gunna update a few things this weekend, so yeah. Sorry! BLAME FLUFFY.

She'll probably update Defining Love later today, and I'll update again then.

KAY?

KAY!

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~Anna Ride