Chapter 4-Fang
Hello! So, this is a Fang P.O.V. just so you can see what's going through his head. This is not a miggy fanfic, despite requests, sorry :(. Thanks everybody for the reviews and favorites!
-RICOH

I watched Max follow a girl with wavy, blonde hair and another african american looking girl. I wanted to follow them, find out what they did to be Max's first friends ever in high school. I wanted to sit in the grass with them and listen to Max speak, hear what her voice sounded like.

Someone slapped me on the arm, and I turned to see Lissa pouting at me. I wanted to groan and shove her head away from me. I don't know why I was friends with the people I was, most of them were just stupid, hot headed, and arrogant. I didn't like any of them but Ella, who was too shy to speak up for herself and just got dragged around by Maya.

Lissa gripped back onto my arm, like a leech, I though.

"Nick, are you even listening to me?" She asked, her acrylic fingernails digging into my jacket.

"Yeah." I said, shaking off my thoughts and turning to face her. She flipped her bright red hair, the only thing I actually liked about her. Sure, she was pretty, but she ruined it with makeup and dressed like a prostitute.

"I'm having a party on friday." She said, batting her lashes at me, I knew that a party in their words was just alcohol, inappropriate dancing, and easy sex, none of which I participated in.

"I'm busy." I told her flatly, and she frowned, the concealer covering her eyebrows cracking.

"You're so boring. Maya, Nicky says he won't go." Lissa called to Maya down the table, who was slowly making her way through a cup of apple slices. She looked up at me, her brown eyes shooting sparks at me. Maya, despite being Max's twin, was totally different, I think. Maya was popular, cheerleader, wore nothing with more coverage than a v-neck, and had pale, highlighted blonde hair. Max only wore sweatshirts, skinny jeans, beanies, and nobody ever saw her hair. She was called amish for a year and a half because so few people have seen her hair.

"You're coming Nick." Maya told me very matter-of-factly, dismissing me with a wave of her hand. Lissa looked up at me, widening her eyes and smiling.

"There, Its settled Nicky!" She squealed, smashing her face against my arm. I slid off my chair, ripping my arm away from her. Leaving my tray, I walked out of the lunchroom, leaving all my so-called friends behind me, gaping at me.
I checked my sleeve, which had a slight, skin colored haze from Lissa's face being pressed up against my bicep. I frowned and tried to rub it off, but It stuck to my leather jacket like glue. I ran a hand through my hair, I wanted to go find Max and her friends, but I could already see the scene playing out through my head, Max shutting down and looking down at her old red Van's, fiddling with her sweatshirt and her friends trying to find something to say.

I know what you're thinking, if I'm so mean to Max, then why do you think about her so much? And even I don't have the answer. When she first moved here, she was scrawny and small, but she grew up, slowly. She went from being plucky to perfect, well, what I saw of her at least.

I undid the combination on my locker and took out my backpack, throwing in my persepolis book and walking across the building to my english class. People soon flooded the halls as lunch ended and Sam and Dylan caught up to me, bickering about something, but I didn't listen.

I pushed through the doors and saw Max sitting alone in the room, her face hidden under her hood. I walked fast towards her, and slid across her desk, looping my arm around her neck.

"Maxie, haven't seen you in a while. Where have you been babes?" I smiled down at her, but she didn't move, aside from her shoulders stiffening under my arm.

"Jeez Max..." I trailed off. Talking to her was like talking to myself. Max very rarely responded, no matter what I did. I swear that girl had only muttered three words to me in four years.

" You know Dylan, I've never seen her hair." And it was true, I hadn't. Maybe I was being cruel, but getting any words out of her was better than none at all. Dylan grunted a no and Sam just looked at me expectantly.

I reached to her hood with my right hand, expecting her to just sit there, but her hands gripped the hood down to her head, hard. All I saw under her hood was a stripe of her purple beanie. I released her hood and tried to pull away her left arm, but she hissed in a breath, shoving herself away from me hard and was sprawled out on the floor.
I laughed a little at the sight of her sprawled out on the ground, and walked forward to offer her a hand up, but she

scrambled away from me and got up on her own.

"What the hell Maxie?" I said, this was weird behavior, even for her. She folded her arms and set her jaw, looking down at her shoes. her eyes flicked up, looking straight into mine. Her eyes were the color of these french chocolates that my mom used to eat, that swirled between different types of chocolate, but they were dead, no emotion showing whatsoever.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling bad for whatever set her off. But her head shipped up and she looked furious, surprising me.

"You! You're my problem! You always stomp around on me like im your property or something, did you ever consider that maybe I had feelings too!" She hissed, looking livid. I just stared back at her, that was probably the longest sentence I had ever heard come out of her mouth, but she was angry.
I felt really bad.

"Max, I..." I managed to get out before she cut me off.

"Save it for someone who cares." She said, shoving past me without sparing me so much as a glance, she sat down in her chair as kids began to stream into the room, and Sam and Dylan just looked at me, shocked. I felt like Max had just ran over my head with a lawnmower. She probably hated me, I didn't blame her if she did. I shrugged like it was no big deal, and went to my seat across the class from her. Dylan chuckled something about her being a huge drama queen, and Sam laughed along with him. I acted like everything was fine, but I felt sick to my stomach. All I did was grab her arm, Its not like I shocked her or anything.

I watched her from across the classroom as her eyes flickered from the notes on the blackboard back down to her notebook. I resisted the urge to slam my fist into the table and run screaming and out of character out of the room.
English slowly crawled by, and when the bell rang, I whipped on my backpack and grabbed Max by the bicep before she could bolt past me and into the river of bodies out in the hallway,

"I don't know what you're hiding, but I intend to find out." I told her, and she straightened to look at me, square in the face.

"You never knew me, and you never will." She ripped her arm out of my grip, and vanished into the sea of people. Sam whacked me hard on the back, with his huge grin on his face.

"What are you trying to accomplish with that one?" before leaving the room.
Max's words stung, no doubt about it, but why? I was her bully, not some creepy secret lover.
I left the room and walked to history, where I sat next to a new friend.

"Ig, I need some help." Iggy looked up from where he was playing angry birds on his phone.

"How can I assist." He said, putting the phone away as class started.

"I think I like this girl."