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Nick (Fang) P.O.V.

I wasn't sure whether I should sigh in relief or yell in frustration. I was pretty sure Max was the only one who could do that to a person.

I opened the door and stepped inside. I looked around. It was really nice. Like, really nice. White, modern, light blue decorations…beautiful, really.

"Nice house," I commented.

"Not mine," she replied, walking forward in to the open kitchen.

"Oh." I cleared my throat. "Okay." I felt completely out of place in my dark jeans, navy blue shirt and black converse.

I tentatively walked into the kitchen.

"Considering you have already wasted—" She looked at the microwave clock—"five minutes, you might want to start explaining." She reached up and grabbed some glasses from the cupboard.

She was killing me with her white tank top, faded, ripped skinny jeans and messy hair.

"Um…"

"Why don't you start with how the heck you got Nudge's number."

I gave her a quizzical look. "How'd you know it was Nudge?"

She leaned over the bar, brown eyes flashing. "Beside the point." She slid me a glass of ice water.

"I got it from my drummer. Apparently he met her at the club. They exchanged numbers."

"And how'd you know that she and I know each other?"

"Nudge mentioned a friend named Max. Zach immediately recognized the name."

She nodded. "And you thought it'd be a great idea to stalk me."

"I'm not stalking you," I blurted out.

She raised an eyebrow. "No? Considering you got my street address, no doubt after bribing Nudge to give you the information, and showed up at my house…I would definitely consider you a stalker." She walked to the sink and poured her water out.

"I just want to apologize—"

"That still doesn't explain about the kiss."

I felt my face flush. "It was nothing, okay? An accident."

She turned around and leaned her back against the sink. "And now you're "accidently" kissing people?"

"No—"

"Oh, look, your time's up."

She started to push me to the door.

"No, Max, wait—"

"No, I don't want to hear anymore so—"

"Stop it!" I yelled, whirling around and grabbing her wrist. "Just…" I ran a hand through my hair. "Dang it, why is so freaking hard to talk to you?!"

"Maybe because I am pissed, angry and all and all tired of anything that has to do with you, concerts or tabloids, all of which are very, very good reasons for me to kick your butt out the front door."

Her eyes flashed and we had a stare down for a couple seconds. She had to crane her neck because I was a full head taller than she was.

"I want to start over," I finally got out. I loosed the grip I had previously had on her wrist.

She stared at me. "Start over," she repeated.

"Yeah."

"You, Nick Walker, the King of Pop wants to "start over" with me, Maximum Ride, a seventeen year old girl. Does this not seem a little suspicious?"

She rolled her eyes and yanked her hand away from me. "You're cracked."

"I am not," I persisted.

"Prove it," she dared me.

I stared at her with a loss for words.

"Well?"

"Let me bring you somewhere. Once."

She stared at me.

"Please," I added.

Her eyebrows narrowed and she opened her mouth.

With a jolt I realized she would never, ever hang out with me on purpose.

I smirked and spun on my heel.

"I'll pick you up at midnight, tomorrow," I announced walking to the door.

I heard her gasp. "What?"

I turned around. "Unless…" I said. "You're chicken."

Her eyebrows narrowed.

I smirked again. "See ya."

And I slammed the door shut.

Ugh…I'm so tired. I shall now sleep.

Night, night ~

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