A/N Thanks so much for wanting me to continue you guys! You all rock! I loved your reviews, so please keep them coming.

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Questions: nm-maximumride4eva- Did Fang have the same dream? No, Fang did not have the same dream. And you'll find out why later

21reeree21- Answer to all of your questions (Too much for me to type xD) You'll find out in the next several or some chapters.

dogLOVER411- is *Shiver* your trademark? Uh…yeah. Pretty much. And now that means I'll now be calling you shudder xD

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Disclaimer (Forgot to put this in last time): I'm a girl, and am obviously therefore not J.P.

MPOV

I parked my car in the school parking lot and hopped out, Ella following close behind as I walked to the building. Lynn High was home of the Angels. Honestly, I wonder every day how an angel could be a mascot and appear in a tacky costume at football and basketball games. But my school has imagination that runs wild. She finally caught up to me as I stopped to yank open the heavy oak doors.

"Max," she said, breathless. "You have to stop walking so fast."

"I'm not walking too fast. You're walking too slow."

She rolled her eyes but said nothing.

"Max!" I looked through the crowd of people to see J.J calling my name from across the hall. She reached me in a couple seconds and gave me a tiny squeeze before going on. "Did you hear the news?"

"No. What's the latest gossip Lissa's come up with this time?" Lissa was the 'It' girl of the school. Prom Queen, head cheerleader, rich, popular, and the biggest slut you'll ever meet. Not to mention a total bitch to everyone who does so much as glance at her.

J.J shook her head. "Not gossip. Real news this time!"

My eyes widened. "You're kidding. Everything that happens here is as fake as Lissa's chest."

Behind me, Ella smothered a snicker, while J.J had no problem displaying hers openly. "I know," J.J agreed. "I didn't believe it at first either. But I saw for myself. And trust me, it's definitely worth checking out."

"Well it better be worth a suspension, cause that's what I'm going to get if I don't get to Mr. X's class before the bell rings." Mr. X may be the coolest teacher in the school, but he doesn't accept tardiness at all. So after being late twenty times this school year, it's only natural that he'd give me a suspension the next time I was late. Detentions I can deal with. Suspensions? Not so much.

J.J looked at me sympathetically. "Right. I forgot X had it out for you."

I started heading towards my locker. "Yes. Sadly, your 'big news' will have to wait until lunch."

J.J looked ready to burst. "I can't wait that long!"

I stopped and turned, contemplating what to do. "Then…tell Ella. I'll see you guys later." I gave them both a quick hug and headed back down the hall towards my locker.

When I reached it, I suddenly realized what the 'big news' was. Standing at the locker across from mine was a guy I've never seen around school before. But I have seen him somewhere else- my dream. At least, it looked a bit like him from behind. If I could only see his face….

Someone bumped roughly into my shoulder. "Oops. Sorry, honey, didn't see you there," Lissa said in a sickly-sweet high-pitched, scratchy voice.

I almost groaned. I needed to get to class- it started in two minutes! "Lissa, listen, I'll play your little sick game later. I need to get to class." I tried maneuvering around her, but she blocked my way.

She put on an innocent façade. "Why, what's wrong, Maxie? You're not worried about being late to class are you? I'm sure Mr. X is used to your attendance record already."

How the freak did she know where my homeroom class was? "I can't deal with you right now, slut. So move before I have to force you to."

She leaned closer in to me, whispering. "Now, Maxie. Don't be so mad. After all, I control your status in this school. One mistake," she snapped her fingers, "and you'll be at the bottom of the food-chain."

Frustrated, I sighed. "Lissa," I said through gritted teeth. "I don't. Have. Time. For. This. Now leave."

She leaned back, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. "You just be careful, Max. If you think your life is bad now, just you wait to see what I can do to you."

"Unlike you, I happen to love my life and don't need to sleep with the entire football team to make it better." Her mouth flopped open like a fish. "I'm leaving now." I shoved her out of the way just as the bell rang. I stopped abruptly.

Lissa smirked at me. "Have fun in suspension, Maxie." Then she was walking down the hall in the opposite direction.

I gave a soft cry of frustration before rushing to Mr. X's advanced history class.

I entered Mr. X's classroom with a pit in my stomach. Detention is bad enough to endure. Suspension is ten times worse.

"Maximum! Thank you for joining us. Excuse this time, Miss Ride?"

"Miss Ride? Am I really that much of a lady to you?"

He gave me a long look. "Reasons, Max."

I sighed. "Okay, if you must know- a bitchy cheerleader kept me blocked up in the hall to purposely make me late, therefore giving me suspension."

"Language, Max. And do you want to give me the name of this cheerleader?"

"No…." Lissa may deserve to be ratted out, but if I do it, I'd seem pathetic running to a teacher for help.

"Then take a seat."

I wandered to the back of the classroom and plopped down into the only empty seat. Kicking my feet up onto the desk, I leaned back into my chair, my hands behind my head. "You can proceed with your lecture, X."

Mr. X didn't react to my comment. Instead, he just stood up and started pacing around the room. "Throughout the year, you have given me many excuses: Bathroom, car broke down, sister started choking at breakfast, your locker refused to open, someone locked you in the bathroom, you got in a car accident, and your worst yet- you fell off your skateboard on the way to school, causing you to trip into on-coming traffic, and get hit by a car. So you had to go to the hospital, where you found out that you had a broken arm. You then came to my classroom thirty minutes late with a fake sling. And after all of that, I gave you one warning: Late one more time, and you'll be suspended.

"So, class," he stopped pacing and turned towards the rest of my classmates. "Should Max be suspended?"

Angel High was a very bland, boring place where if the littlest piece of drama happened, we'd be talking about it for the next two years. So, naturally, the whole class nodded vigorously and murmured agreement to Mr. X.

"There we have it, Max. Report here on time tomorrow for your suspension." By now, he had made it behind my chair. He smacked me on the back with a ruler. "Feet off my desk. Now let's get back to class."

Suspension at Angel High isn't the same as most schools. Instead of steering clear of the school for an extended period of time, you have to stay in the class you go the suspension in- for the whole day. The same class- hour, after hour, after hour. Again and again and again. You come in and don't leave until the bell rings- not even at lunch.

I arrived at Mr. X's classroom on time for the first time that school year. He gestured to an empty chair over in the back corner of the room. I slung my bag over the back of it and slumped down low.

Students slowly began herding themselves into the classroom and into various different seats. Everyone sat somewhere new everyday. With Mr. X, the usual school rules, like chewing gum or seating in assigned seats, didn't apply. You did what you wanted for the most part. The only rule that he had a tough hold on was being to class on time.

Sadly, that was the one rule I never followed.

The bell rang and students quieted down as Mr. X started banging his ruler rapidly on his desk.

"Okay, everyone. Please ignore Max, there, in the corner. As you know, she is serving her suspension in the solitary confinement of that dark corner."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, X, I'm trying to write emotional poetry over here. Keep it down."

"Max, no talking."

"Can I make noises?"

"No. Just sit in your corner and do nothing."

"So you're saying that I can't write my poems?"

"No. You have to sit there, doing nothing."

"I'll write one about you."

"No."

"How about if I paint a picture of you?"

"No."

"Sing a song for you."

"I'm not sure I want my name in the song that will end the world once it leaves your mouth."

"My singing isn't that bad."

He looked at me pointedly.

"Okay, so it's really bad."

"Max?"

"Yes?" I asked in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up."

I saluted him. "Yes sir."

Mr. X returned back to his class and the first lesson began.

The rest of the day, I tried to spice up each class with a new act. Sadly, though, Mr. X refused to let me speak after my first episode this morning. The last class of the day, however, turned out to be very interesting.

He was first to enter the classroom. He chose the seat closest to me. Mr. X announced he had to leave the room to make some copies and asked the new kid to watch the class while he was gone. As soon as he was out the door, new kid turned in his seat to face me.

"What are you doing here?"

I arched an eyebrow. "'Here' as in, on this earth 'here.' Or 'here' as in this dark little corner I've claimed my own?"

His dark eyes looked faintly amused. Those eyes…I remembered them from somewhere…

"As in that corner."

I shook off the feeling and shrugged. "Mr. X got tired of my tardy excuses and sentenced me to a suspension since detention didn't seem to be teaching me a lesson."

"And what's this lesson supposed to teach? How to be seen and not heard in secluded corner?"

I smiled slightly and shook my head. "No. It's supposed to scare you into never doing something bad again."

"And is it working?"

"A little torture never sways me from messing with this school. After all, I am the only exciting thing here."

"Why is that?"

"Everyone else is too afraid to get in trouble. It's sad, really. I need some suspension buddies to keep me company in my lone corner."

"Tell you what- from now on, every time you get a suspension or detention, just say the word and I'll be right there with you."

It shocked me. The only friends I had at this school were J.J and Ella. And they certainly never got detention just to keep me from going insane with solitude. And then here's this guy who's only been at this school for two days and talked to me for barely three minutes, and he's already making an offer to be my partner in crime.

I was touched.

I opened my mouth to respond when Mr. X came into the room. He looked up from the copies he was holding. "Mr. Xavier, no talking with my delinquents. Back to work."

New kid turned back around. "Wait," I whispered. "What's your name?"

He half-turned. "Fang."

Students flooded into the classroom and I leaned back in my seat.

Fang. Fang Xavier.

Sorry for the boringish chapter, guys. But I had to do an introduction chapter someday, so I decided I might as well get it over with. Next chapter up soon!

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