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I Realized that I made Nudge less talkative than she should be, and I ## m going to fix it! I also made a major tactical error, as Nudge is 14 and supposedly can drive. So, we are going to say her 17 year old brother, Michael, drove them.

Alright, Enjoi : )

Max POV

We approached the our new school, and I felt all the excitement I had felt in the car drain from my body. I looked at Michael's retreating back. Was it too late to ask him to drive us back to his house?

"Don't even think about it, Max," Nudge said threateningly "We've been waiting for this day since we were seven."

She was right. When we were little, we used to pretend that we were the most popular girls in school. We even had pretend dances and stuff. In fact, my mom has a picture of us waltzing with our pretend boyfriends. I keep trying to remember to burn that photo...

I nodded.

"Ohh, look!" She said, pointing towards the quad "I betcha we are gonna sit there with all our new friends!" A grave look crossed her face. "What if we don't make any? That would be horrible! I mean, you're my best friend and all, but you don't like to shop or anything like- Oh em gee! We HAVE to be lab partners! What if I have to dissect a frog by myself or something! I... "

I let Nudge carry on her rant and occasionally nodded while we walked up the gray front steps.

The school had sent us our schedule and a map, so I navigated our new school while Nudge blabbered on.

"Nudge?"I interrupted her, "Approaching destination." She immediately quit talking and help my pick out the door with 'Mr. Tiziani' on it. The door was open, and we could see all the students inside, wandering around and mingling with their peers. There was only two people sitting down, a long, lanky boy with strawberry blonde hair and bright blue who who was whispering to the equally tall, black haired boy. I couldn't see his face, as he was facing away from me.

Nudge gave me a small smile, and I chuckled. I looked around the room once more and saw the two words I hate most printed on the board with red marker. Seating Chart . On my desk. Nudge was still surveying the room, and I nudged her (Hah! I'm even punny in a moment of distress!). She looked where I was pointing and turned back to me with a deep grimace.

Nudge had always been sweet and friendly, but I on the other hand am not exactly known for my people skills. We were transferring to the public school because our parents couldn't afford the private high school. I didn't gripe about it much because it wasn't my mom's fault, but now I realized I should have.

I walked over to Mr. Tiz's desk with the look of someone who had just been told the world was ending.

"Let's cross our fingers... " I said with as much enthusiasm that I could muster.

I looked down, and saw that 'Monique Taylor' was not next to 'Maximum Ride' as it should have been. No. She was next to some guy named 'James Griffiths' . Damn! I was next to 'Nikolas Hawkings'. I moaned.

Nudge looked at me sympathetically, and gave me a sad grin, but was not able to hide her excitement for meeting new people. She waggled her fingers at me, then walked away towards her new seat, trying to contain herself from skipping. She sat down next to the buy with the blonde hair. James, I guess.

I looked around the room and noticed that everyone was sitting down and making nice with their new table partners.

I looked back to Nudge and James, and she was laughing at something he had said.

I hitched my red and black backpack higher on my shoulders, and walked towards my indicated seat. I realized that I was sitting next to the boy with the black hair. I dropped my bag on the tiled floor and put a hand on my black, plastic chair.

"Nikolas, right?" I asked him. His head snapped up, and I finally got a good look at his face. He had flawless olive skin and perfectly symmetrical red mouth and nose. He has eyes blacker than midnight, framed by long lashes. He was wearing a navy blue 'My Chemical Romance' t-shirt and black jeans.

"Fang." He put his head back down, and stared at all the engravings, the most prominent of which was Kelsey + Matt + Looooove!

"Care to elaborate? I prompted as I sat down.
"No." Alrighty.

We sat there in awkward silence for a while, until I muttered something that almost always got the conversation flowing.

"Gay babies... " His head popped up so suddenly I thought he would break his neck.

"What? What did you say?" Unlike most people, Fang sounded more offended than amused. Whoops. So much for an ice breaker.

"Every time there is an awkward silence, a gay baby is born." He looked at me like I was nuts.

"You? Are crazy." He said, in a non-jokey kind of way. He turned away and looked at the board.

"Not far off the mark" I muttered.

I seriously wished I had asked Michael to bring me home.

So how was it? I was almost done, and then my computer deleted the whole thing! :-P Pretty please review! I have virtual kittens and puppies for those who do! You can practically HEAR them clogging up your inbox!

Suggestions? Ideas? If I put Brigid in the story, should I have Max punch her? What do you guys think? I might do that anyway, just 'cuz i love Brigid so much (Gag).

Thanks!