Dedicated to: all of my beautiful reviewers, especially ixdookiie, Dreamin'ofABlondFang, and FANGirlforFANG! to the first two- Fanfiction deleted your usernames from the list last chappie. I couldve SWORN on my deceased turtle that I wrote you two down. And to FANGirlforFANG because your review made me feel amazing! Thanks!

WeLuvU, I love YOU! your review made my day. =D I was like, OMG SOMEONE ELSE BESIDES ME SAID ANYWAYZAS!

HEY AMAZING GRACE! I don't mind your Barca rants, although I can assure you that you are way more informed on them than I am. You definitely seem like a dedicated fan! =D Barca IS definitely amazing. And I idolize Messi! He's so good with the ball that it's totally unfair. =P and I love Xavi too...

Gazzy: AN IS GETTING TOO LONG...

Hehe. I'm so evil. You'll see why, and hate me for it. Enjoy! =D

Disclaimer: In class, the guys behind me were talking. *Changed names*
Finn; Joe is such a stud.
Mark: I know, right? He's probably already done with his homework.
Finn: and he's so funny.
Mark: and really cool.
Finn: Joe is like, a man goddess.
Me: -turns around- man goddess? Why don't you just say a god?
Finn: -shrugs- man goddess sounds better.

I highly doubt that JP has ever had a crush on said 'man goddess', like a certain Author may or may not have. XD

MPOV

I was in a bad mood again today.

By now, Fang had learned to be a good little bestie and sit quietly while I was fuming internally for no apparent reason. He had realized that any and all attempts to calm me down were futile. He had also realized that after I had participated in second period PE, I was usually back to my normal self.

But right now, I hasn't ran yet today, and I was in a horrible mood.

Therefore, during announcements in homeroom, I glared straight ahead at the white board like it had kicked my puppy. Well, if I had a puppy. I didn't, even though Mom encountered a lot of strays and newborns at her veterinary practice. Why didn't I have a puppy, anyway? I wanted a puppy!

My eyes narrowed further. "Freaking puppy," I muttered, clenching my fists under the desk.

"What?" Fang asked, looking slightly bemused by my grumblings.

"Nothing," I ground out, fuming at my puppyless existence. Fang shrugged, falling back into his practiced silence. I shook my head irritatedly, feeling the random perpetual annoyance flowing through me.

As soon as the announcements ended, Fang dug through his binder, eventually extracting a blue sheet of paper. "I need to talk to Judy about our math project. Be right back, sunshine," Fang murmured, his face completely straight and his voice dead serious.

I was not amused.

I glared at him. "Don't call me sunshine!" I barked. Fang just smirked and continued towards Judy's desk, where the petite Asian girl was seated reading a book.

I settled down lower in my chair, crossing my arms and glaring steadily at no one in particular. The whole issue about not having a puppy was really irritating me now that I had thought of it. I resolved to speak with my mother about the matter. Maximum Ride needed a puppy, pronto.

At this moment in time, while I was stewing over ways to acquire a puppy, the door opened, and a tall blond boy walked cautiously inside.

There was an instant chorus of female sighs flowing across the room, which I took as a bad sign. Welcome Prince Charming #2 to Miss James' homeroom.

"And I thought I was lucky to have Fang in our class!" a girl that I didn't know (or particularly want to know) whispered excitedly to her friend. "Now we have two total hawtties!"

You know that you've been spending too much time with Nudge when you mentally picture 'hotties' being spelled 'hawtties'.

Miss James, being the elegant and gracious teacher she was, stood up and smiled warmly at the boy. "Hello, how may I help you?" she inquired, looking questioningly at the boy.

He blushed, obviously not used to the attention he was receiving from the class. "I, umm, just transferred here out of home schooling," he murmured, his eyes flicking nervously over the giggling girls in the front row. "I was told to give you this?" He made it sound like a question as he offered a pink paper slip to Miss James.

Miss James nodded as she quickly read the note, then handed it back to the boy. "Why don't you introduce yourself?" Miss James suggested, waving the boy forward.

There was instant silence as everyone eyed him.

He wasn't bad looking, I guess. Spiky golden blond hair, blue eyes, tall and athletic looking. He wore dark skinny jeans and a plaid shirt with purple skate shoes, and had a silver bracelet on his left wrist. To me, he looked like the stereotypical Californian I had been waiting to see since I moved here from Nevada.

Eh. He wasn't particularly interesting.

"Hi, I'm, umm, Dylan Gunther? I have been homeschooled for my whole life. I like to run and swim, and I, uh, have a pet parakeet?" Dylan tended to make his statements resemble questions.

His lack of self-confidence irked me.

"Great, it's nice to have you Dylan," Miss James said warmly. "Why did you decide to suddenly switch to public schooling?"

Dylan pinkened again, and several people (all girls) giggled wildly. "I, umm, personal reasons," Dylan stammered.

"Oh, I'm sorry for asking," Miss James apologized, looking sympathetic.

"No problem," Dylan murmured, staring down at his purple skate shoes.

"Go pick any seat you like, Dylan. The period is almost over. We'll assign you a seat tomorrow," Miss James promised.

"Okay," Dylan murmured again, shuffling down the row.

I rolled my eyes, watching boredly as four different girls started flirting with the new guy at once. Fang was still talking avidly to Judy, completely ignoring the new kid as he walked cautiously through the desks. I had no one to take my inexplicable anger out on until second period, so I simply continued to glare straight forward.

After a minute, someone sat down in the chair next to me.

It wasn't Fang.

My eyes flew open, and I instantly analyzed the information I had. The breathing pattern of the someone was far different from Fang's, and they didn't possess the soundless grace Fang had. The chair creaked loudly under them, where it was silent as the grave whenever Fang sat.

I glared at the non-Fang person. "What do you want?"

Dylan looked startled, and half-rose out of Fang's seat in his surprise. "Excuse me?" he asked, his blue eyes almost comically wide.

I glared at him, my bad mood simmering in my chest and stoking the angry words slipping off my tongue. "You're excused," I replied bitingly.

Dylan frowned at me. "What's your problem?"

"You're sitting in my friend's seat," I explained with exaggerated patience. "Get out. Now."

Dylan stood, and with another look at me, walked off to another corner of the room. I crossed my arms again, a satisfied smirk sidling onto my face. I love irritating people.

Fang finally finished his far too long and drawn out discussion with Judy, walking back over and sitting down in his seat. I felt a tiny bit of my bad mood subside as I locked eyes with him. Just Fang's presence could cheer me up sometimes. "Was he bothering you?" Fang asked, ever my sharp-eyed bestie.

I shrugged, glaring at Dylan's back as a way of reply. Fang laughed, and another tendril of anger dissipated at the wonderful sound he produced. "Max, you probably scared him away with one look," Fang informed me, smirking.

I shrugged again. "It was his fault that he tried to sit in your seat," I reasoned.

Before we could say anything else, the bell rang, and everyone swarmed out the door.

Guess who was in my science class?

"You seem to love sitting in the wrong seats," I snarled at Dylan. He was reclining in my chair, chatting idly with JJ. My treacherous science partner looked completely infatuated with Dylan, and kept twirling her hair flirtatiously around her fingers as they talked.

Dylan looked up at me, shrugged, and got out of my seat. "Sorry," he replied easily, holding his hands up in a motion of surrender. Impatiently, I glared at him once before falling heavily into my seat.

JJ's wide smile disappeared as Dylan walked away. "Max! Why were you so rude?" JJ hissed, looking peeved.

"He's a jerk," I informed her. "Case closed." With that, I settled back in my chair, crossed my arms, and prepared to zone out for the class period. Science never interested me very much, anyway.

JJ was mad at me, but my Moody Max self didn't particularly care at the moment. We ignored each other for the whole period, pointedly avoiding each other's eyes and speaking to other people when possible.

I really needed to get some running in, or I'm going to alienate all of my friends from me by lunch time.

When the bell rang to signal the end of science, I practically sprinted out of the room. Finally, time to run!

I changed into my PE clothes as fast as humanly possible, ignoring all attempts made by Terra and Nudge to get me to talk to them about shopping or some other junk. When they finally gave up and started changing their own clothes, I was already dressed and raring to run.

I jogged out into the gym, waiting for the rest of the class to stumble in. Mr. Tulney was sitting on the lowest set of bleachers, consulting something on his clipboard. "Hi," I greeted the teacher shortly. I wanted to get out on the track already!

Mr. Tulney looked up at me and smiled. "Hello, Max! We're starting a new unit today," he informed me, looking pleased. I nodded, barely listening to his long speech about how our new unit would be fantastic and enlightening. My feet tapped impatiently on the floor, the toes of my sneakers scuffing onto the polished wood.

Finally, the whole class had congregated around Mr. Tulney and he yelled, "Silence!"

There was instant quiet.

Mr. Tulney smiled, gesturing somewhere behind us. A tall, thin lady with graying hair stepped forward out of the crowd of students and stood beside our teacher. "Today, I'm pleased to introduce to you our guest teacher for today, Ms. Eve Young. We will be focusing on inner calm and strength, and so are having a yoga unit!" Mr. Tulney gushed.

I stared at him.

"Therefore, to keep a calm atmosphere in the class, we will not be doing any running this week!"

You have got to be kidding me.

Ms. Eve Young smiled graciously at us, unrolling her lovely little lilac yoga mat and placing it on the floor at the head of the class. "Please spread out, and copy the positions I assume. The first shall be the Cat and the Cow."

What force in this horribly cruel world hates me so much?

"After the Cat and Cow, we will assume the Downward Facing Dog position," Ms. Eve Young continued, her pleasant tone grating awfully on my frustrated ears.

"I'll show you a downward facing dog," I muttered, feeling the sudden urge to throttle someone.

Nudge, Terra, and Gazzy giggled from their places spread out beside me. "Max, stop talking and be a downward dog," Gazzy chided teasingly. "You need to live the pose!"

"Shut up before I murder you," I growled.

"You can't do that," Gazzy pointed out, grinning mischievously. "We have a game today, and Anne would be super pissed if you kill me."

I thought about that, and scowled at his logic. "Damn it," I muttered, glaring at the floor. Gazzy laughed, and my fingers itched to punch his face in.

"Do not disturb the flow of energy! No talking!" Ms. Eve Young ordered.

"Yeah, Max. Don't disturb the energy," Nudge scolded mockingly.

"Screw it," I growled under my breath.

Ms. Eve Young did not appear to hear my rebellious mutterings, and instead rose to her feet, standing up way too straight for my taste. "Now it is time for the Mountain pose. Become the mountain, strong and immobile."

I hate yoga.

"Max! Be a mountain!"

Scratch that. I really hate yoga.

O.o.O.o:O:o.O.o.O

"Max, what does x equal in problem twenty four?" Nudge whispered to me, tapping her pink pencil hyperactively against her textbook. Ella stared helplessly at her paper, obviously confused beyond comprehension by problem twenty four.

"X equals I really don't care," I hissed back, pounding my head against the desk.

"Max, please do not injure yourself," Ms. Aivels requested quietly, causing some other kids to snicker at my rebuking. I rolled my eyes, still in the clutches of my bad mood, but nevertheless halted my head-desking.

Math has never, ever been my strong point. Since kindergarten when I proudly announced that four plus three was ten, to second grade when I told the teacher that ten times zero was one hundred, to seventh grade when I thought that the distributive property meant you just added everything together- I've always been able to mess up the simplest of problems. The strangest thing about my math skills (or lack thereof) however, was that even though I never failed to say that three times three was six, I could almost always correctly solve those 'impossible' problems that drove everyone else crazy.

Oh, the irony.

However, even though Nudge and Ella were obviously desperate for me to step in and solve the problem for them, I was not in the mood. Which stupid idiot decided that it would be a good idea to have angsty teenagers doing yoga instead of getting good old fashioned exercise? I, for one, greatly needed my daily exercise in PE! The school would be receiving a letter of complaint from Maximum Ride about this crap.

I stewed over the injustice of yoga in PE for the rest of algebra, barely paying attention to the problems I was attempting to solve. There was probably going to be a consequence for my inattention tomorrow, but frankly, right now I did not care in the least.

Fourth period History found me testing how much pressure it took to snap a six-inch, #2 Ticonderoga pencil in half. Iggy was idly disassembling his pen and putting it back together again beside me, and neither of us were paying a cent of attention to what Ms. Hell was lecturing about in the front of the room.

Snap.

"There goes another perfectly innocent pencil," Iggy remarked casually, slipping the ink cartridge back into his pen. "Why must you take out your anger on simple, unsuspecting writing utensils, Max?"

"Because I was forced to do yoga in PE instead of taking my anger out on something sensible like running, or dodgeball," I retorted, fingering the two seperate pieces of pencil in my hands.

Iggy nodded wisely. "Ah, so you're feeling repressed?"

I snorted, tossing the pencil halves at Iggy. They pegged the side of his head, and he scowled, stabbing my arm with the point of his pen in retaliation. I glared at him, kicking his shin under the desk.

"Ow," Iggy hissed, rubbing his kickrd leg. "Take your repression out on someone else, Max! Like, those poor pencils!"

I smirked, grabbing another yellow Ticonderoga out of my pencil pouch. "I think I will," I murmured, focusing on the pressure quota I had to fill to make the pencil splinter. There's a science to snapping pencils, you know.

"I think you need a few sessions with Richie about your anger issues, Max," Iggy observed.

I looked up at him, still holding my pencil poised to break. "Who's Richie?"

Before Iggy could answer me, Ms. Hell snapped, "Mr. Fields! Office, now!"

Iggy rolled his sightless eyes, stood up from the desk, and walked out of the classroom. "Ms. Ride, I want you to come partner with Mr. Gunther for the rest of the period, and show him our work and study habits in Room Six," Ms. Hell ordered.

I sighed loudly, standing up and grabbing my stuff before moving to the desk in the front where 'Mr. Gunther' was seated. It was that Dylan kid again, looking at me as if I was about to kick his puppy.

I scowled as I remembered my puppy tangent from this morning. I really needed to speak with my mother about getting a dog soon.

"So, what's up?" Dylan tried, smiling brightly at me as I dropped my stuff on the desk and sat down next to him.

"I really hate yoga, I want to punch something very badly, and I wasn't listening to a word Ms. Hell was saying the entire period, so you're pretty much on your own, Gunther," I replied.

Dylan looked fairly shocked at my response. He had obviously never met a girl of my calibre before. "Umm, the lecture was about modern day politics," Dylan explained slowly, "and how they relate to early American political views?"

"Would you please stop making everything sound like a question?" I asked snidely. I wanted nothing more than to be running the crap out of me on the track right now, not sitting in a history class room with a stereotypical Cali boy who was far too shy for my liking.

Dylan looked offended by my request, and focused his gaze on his sheet of notes instead. He was silent for the rest of the period.

I leaned back in my chair, internally seething. Why was Iggy always being called to the office nowadays? And who the hell was Richie?

I couldn't get out of that class room fast enough when the bell rang.

Iggy was emerging from a door by the office that I didn't recognize when I walked by. "Hi," I said tersely, to let him know I was there.

Iggy grinned, unaffected by my moodiness. "Hey Max! Richie said that he would love to talk to you about your feelings anytime, by the way."

I brushed off his comment, ignoring the Richie reference. "I'm going to go run around the track a few times, try to burn some of my teenage angst off," I muttered, walking quickly past him and towards the doors that led outside.

Iggy laughed, obviously in a good mood. "Have fun, Max!" he called after me as I rushed out the doors.

I broke into a jog as I headed towards the track ringing the athletic field. I needed to run, or I would bite someone's head off soon.

"Hey, Max!"

I groaned, whirling around to face the speaker. It was Anne, jogging towards me with her ever present clipboard in hand. "Hi Anne," I replied, trying to be cordial.

Anne furrowed an eyebrow at my clipped tone of voice, but ignored it. "Where are you going? Have you eaten yet?" Anne asked, rapping her clipboard with her knuckles.

"I'm gonna run a few laps to burn off some steam," I explained, glancing somewhat longingly towards the track.

Anne looked alarmed. "Max, you can't do that," she argued, her gray eyes wide and serious.

I stared at her, wondering if this was really my hard core soccer coach advising me not to run a few extra laps. "Umm, why?" I asked, trying to curb the impatience I was feeling from my tone.

"We have a game against Forester today! You can't go running and burn up some needed energy instead of eating your lunch," Anne reminded me, looking disapproving.

I groaned again. "I'll be fine, Anne. It's just a few laps, and I'll eat afterwards," I said, trying to sound convincing. "I'm not going to die of exhaustion before the game from a few harmless laps."

Anne shook her head vigorously. "I forbid you from running before the game, Max," Anne ordered, her tone serious. "We need you in top performance mode today. Forester always has good teams."

"Fine then," I snapped, whirling around and walking haughtily back towards the school. "I'll just beat someone up to displace my anger instead."

"Max!" Anne yelled after me, but I was already inside. I was fuming again, feeling the need to sprint and just keep sprinting. Why did Anne have to show up and stop me from running?

The world just hated me today.

FPOV

I sat down next to Ella at the lunch table, hoping that she could act as a barrier between Nudge and I. Nudge was acting even more hyper and excited than usual today, and I just didn't need her chatter right now.

"Hey Ells," I greeted her. Ella looked at me and smiled, but it was a much more devious and calculating smile than I was used to seeing on her. I hadn't seen her smile like that since that first day she and Max had moved to town.

"Hi Fang," Ella replied sweetly, keeping up her devious smile. I stared at her, feeling slightly alarmed, but chose to ignore her odd attitude. Instead, I unwrapped my sandwich and began to eat.

Iggy squeezed into the space on the bench between Ella and I, causing Ella to giggle and I to roll my eyes and scoot away. Iggy was completely crushing on Ella, and the feeling was very mutual, that much was obvious. But I highly doubted that either of them would be as hesitant to admit it as I was feeling about the very idea of telling Max about my crush on her.

Speaking of Max, she usually came in to lunch with Iggy. Where was she?

"Hey Igs, where's Max?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Of course, with friends like I have, anything I say about a girl is interpreted as, "I love her and need to know her exact whereabouts this instant or I will spontaneously combust out of grief."

Nudge looked miffed all of a sudden, and shot her hand out to grab hold of the collar of my shirt. She leaned in close to me, glaring daggers from her normally good-natured brown eyes. "Fang Rianild, when were you planning to tell me you finally admitted to yourself that you love Max?"

I stared at her, uncomprehending for a moment. Then, I gathered my wits together for an eloquent retort.

"Wha?"

"You love Max!" Nudge practically screamed. I yanked my shirt out of her hand, simultaneously slapping my own hand firmly across her big mouth to stop any more of my personal secrets from escaping.

Instead of denying Nudge's words very profusely like I should have, I managed to blurt out, "Who told you that?"

"Gazzy," Ella, Nudge, Terra, and Iggy all chorused.

I scowled, making a mental note to yell at my loudmouthed friend later on. "Fine then. You all knew before I did anyway," I muttered rebelliously.

"Heck yeah we did, honey," Terra snorted.

"So where is Max then?" I insisted, wanting to know the answer to my question.

Iggy shrugged. "I was in the office during fifth period. I haven't seen her since then," he reported.

Nudge laughed suddenly, and we all turned to her. "I saw Max heading outside a few minutes ago," she explained, grinning mischievously. "We had yoga in PE today, and Max was growling about how we didn't get to run. She's probably out there sprinting off her anger issues right now."

"Seriously, that girl should see Richie," Iggy murmured, almost to himself.

"Who's Richie?" Ella asked, nudging him gently with her elbow.

Iggy opened his mouth to answer, hesitating slightly, when he was cut off by a very peeved Max slamming her lunch on the table and throwing herself down on the bench next to me. "I hate the world, and I'm fairly sure the feeling is a mutual one," Max growled, crossing her arms and glaring at the blue plastic table top.

"What did the world do to you now?" I asked, very seriously.

Max whipped her head around to face me, and shot me a look that could probably kill a weaker person than me. "Anne wouldn't let me run any
laps! She says she wants me to conserve my energy for the game," Max spat, slamming her fist down on the table. "I could punch someone right now!"

Instantly, everyone at the table besides me edged carefully away from Max, obviously wary of being injured. I rolled my eyes at their behavior, and moved closer to Max instead. "It's okay," I assured her, grasping her shoulder comfortingly in my hand. "You can take out your anger on the Forester team."

Max's eyes brightened, and she grinned evilly, the effect heightened by her menacing black eye. "Fang is the only one who understands me,"
she announced suddenly, her bad mood abruptly giving way to a real smile as she wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back, smirking at everyone else at the table, who were looking at me with dumbfounded expressions on their faces, like I was a god or something.

"How did you do that?" Ella hissed at me after Max had let go and started busily tearing into her lunch. "Max has always had random mood swings where she's like, a caged lioness, and nothing else will soothe her except running. Yet you just totally calmed her down!"

I smirked. "I am amazing, aren't I?" I replied airily.

Ella grinned. "Can you come live at our house, so you can calm Max down all the time?" she asked hopefully.

I thought about it, then regretfully shook my head. "Sorry, but I don't think that will work for my mom," I explained solemnly.

Ella nodded in realization. "I totally understand. But you seriously need to do this more often."

"I didn't know I could do that until just now," I confessed, glancing over to make sure Max wasn't listening. Luckily, she was fully engrossed in eating her sandwich, so I continued. "Usually I just stay out of the way and let Max run off her anger."

Ella laughed, sniffing in agreement as she bit into her apple. "That's what I do too," she agreed.

"So who's ready to go kick Forester's asses?" Gazzy yelled, suddenly appearing at the head of the table. He slammed his hands on the edge and began bouncing up and down, his face lit up with excitement.

"I am," Nudge declared, pumping her fist and tossing her ponytail. "I'm as ready as… as… something that's really ready!" she improvised, grinning at her own idiocy.

"Smooth, Nudge," Max murmured, grinning at her. Nudge pouted, sticking her tongue out at Max, but Max didn't seem to notice nor care. She was already focused on her food again.

Max has a very one track mind.

"I'm gonna head out now," I said, standing up and tossing my empty lunch bag into the trash.

"I'll come with," Max offered, standing up also. She tossed her own garbage away and followed me from the table, still munching on some sort of chips. I shrugged, leading the way out of the lunch room and back to our lockers to stow my stuff.

Max twirled the combination lock lazily around, opening the door and extracting her things quickly. "It sucks that Anne won't let us scrimmage anymore."

"Yep," I agreed, thinking wistfully of the morning games we used to play.

Max nodded, and we lapsed into silence for a moment before she continued. "So, is Forester good?" she asked, looking suddenly grim.

I shrugged. "I don't know. This is my first year on the team too, remember?"

Max nodded. "Yeah, but you've lived here forever, and you've gone to this school for like, six months! I've been here for around one month. Therefore, you should be aware of how good certain schools are at certain sports," she concluded.

I stared at her. "Just ask one of the older players," I suggested, wondering how many more surprises Max was going to throw at me today. I swear, she had more moods in her for one day than a rainbow had colors. Already today she had been inexplicably furious at everyone and everything, then suddenly gotten happy, and now she was acting all logical.

Which was strange, since Max hates logic.

"I'll just ask Juliann," she decided. Idly, Max flipped her hair over her shoulder, and I found my gaze being forcibly dragged to follow its path.

Dammit. I am so whipped.

"Fang?" Max asked, sounding slightly concerned. I tore my eyes away from her hair and focused on her face again.

"Yeah?" I replied, hoping I didn't sound guilty or anything. Nonchalance was the key here.

"Ms. Rykitel opened the door…" Max trailed off, gesturing at the now open door to the art classroom.

"Oh. Right," I murmured, following her into the room and taking a seat at our usual desk. Max and I doodled quietly in a companionable silence as the rest of the class slowly filtered in.

Suddenly, Max elbowed me hard in the ribs. I didn't flinch, simply looking up at her with a blank expression on my face. Was she suddenly angry again?

Max was staring at the front of the room. "It's that Dylan kid again," she hissed, obviously displeased. "He's in every single one of my classes."

I looked up at the front of the room again, seeing the blond kid from homeroom and science class standing awkwardly by Ms. Rykitel's desk. "Why do you hate him?" I asked, curious as to Max's instant dislike of the poor kid.

Max's eyes widened, and she shook her head fervently. "I don't hate him," she insisted, "it's just that he… reminds me of a guy I knew in Nevada," she finished quietly.

"Okay," I replied simply, sensing that this was a sore subject for her. Instead of prolonging the conversation and risking another possible Max Mood coming on, I changed topics. "I've heard that the Forester defense is pretty strong this year."

Max looked at me sharply, a startled look on her face. "You said you didn't know anything about the Forester team!" she accused, instantly forgetting about Dylan.

I shrugged, fighting off a smile and keeping my face perfectly straight. "I lied," I informed her airily.

Max elbowed me again, but this time she was grinning. "Well, prodigy defense or not, you, me, Gazzy, Rosanna, and everyone on our freaking team is gonna pound Forester!" Max slammed her fist against the table, causing several strange looks to turn her way. I rolled my eyes, but still nodded in agreement.

Why do we have six periods of school, when all I want to do is get out on the field and play some serious game?

"Today we are going to be doing some partner art with your deskmate, molding clay models of fruit," Ms. Rykitel announced, smiling brightly at us. "I will be handing out your fruits momentarily, and you may begin as soon as you receive yours. Be careful to shape the details into your clay!"

Instantly, Max's face morphed into a sulky scowl. "I hate clay," she muttered, glaring at the desk.

I sighed internally. It was going to be a long period.

Lol, I just kept forgetting to write this chapter. I'm trying to write some updates for the eleven other stories I have, so yeah… next update will have a high possibility of being later.

Review please! And hey, who here is dreading/anticipating the MR movie? I AM! I heard that Avan Jogia is Fang, and Alex Pettyfer is Iggy? Is that true?

~TMI~