AN- I know this is pretty (ahem, reaaaally) bad, but I was bored in History and this is the result, hope you like it!

Biology, 10B1

The Circulatory System

Also known as the cardiovascular system the heart, blood vessels and blood are the three essential components in...

Forget it. It's not like I'm even part of the same species as the rest of the people in this freaking classroom, I mean, seriously! Only fifty two minutes and 37 seconds left till Maths, another subject I have absolutely no idea about, wonderful.

Hmmm... fifty one minutes and 56 seconds now.

54 seconds...

52 seconds...

Yawn. I knew I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night. I could feel Lissa's possessive gaze on my back, boring pink, fluffy holes into it. If only Max was in this class.

Max. I sighed.

Reasons Why I Like, no, Love Max, by Fang, age 14 and a bit (although I'm not exactly sure how much of a bit it is), 18th December 2008.

The look she gets on her face when she's brushing Angel's hair, explaining Peter Kay jokes to Gazzy, talking to Nudge about Twilight or describing an explosion on the TV to Iggy.

The look she sometimes gets on her face talking to me.

How peaceful she looks when she sleeps, albeit lightly.

The beautiful smile that lights up her whole face.

The way she seemed to lean into me when I kissed her and completely relax.

How she manages to say as strong looking after everyone every day.

Managing to save us and help get us away from them.

The fact that (I think) we can trust each other with anything.

OK, seriously, if you'd seen her learning how to fly that first time so many years ago, you would've fallen in love too.

Her striking eyes- I swear, she reads my mind with them better than Angel.

Flying with her.

Thinking about her.

Writing about her.

OK, this is starting to feel a little a weird, and I'm pretty sure Lissa is watching me. Fabulous. Fine then, one more reason.

Three words. The Valium Incident.

"Excuse me, young man," Man, I hate it when the teachers talk to me like that.

"Yes, Mrs Hawkins?" I replied, quickly folding up the list and slipping it into my pocket.

"Is everything OK?"

I regarded her for a moment, until a low boom shook the entire school (it still feels weird being in a school without a capital 'S') from its foundations. Within seconds I saw Max's angry face stalking past our classroom, her astounding features leaking fury from every pore.

"Yes," I murmured softly under my breath, "everything's just fine."