Hey, this is my second story and truthfully this isn't even mine! This story was adopted by me and originally belonged to Reader of Insanity. Check her out; she's really good. Ok, here's the first chapter. I made few adjustments but not many.

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Her breath left her as she was kicked in the stomach. Pain shot up her back as she slammed against the ground. Her siblings started for her, but she shouted at her brother and sister to stay where they were. When she was about to get up, the guy who kicked her put his foot on her throat.

"Protective of your siblings, eh?" He snarled in a Canadian accent. "Sweet. I hate sweet." He pushed down harder on her throat, making her choke. She clawed at his feet, struggling to get up. Her vision started getting blurry. Then, she made one of her snap-decisions. She let her eyes flutter close and her body limp.

"NO!" Her siblings shouted. She ached to go over to them, but she stayed where she was. The pressure on her throat slackened as she heard a booming laugh above her.

Just when she felt his foot completely off, she jumped up and launched herself at him. She kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and punched him right in the nose. He fell to the floor, clutching his...area. She grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"I am tired of this, Sam." Max snarled. "Leave my sister, my brother, their friends, and me alone. We. Are. Done. And I mean it. If I ever, ever see you messing with them again, I swear, I won't hesitate to kill you."

From afar sat a man with chess nut hair on a tree branch, watching Max beat up Sam with binoculars. He put his binoculars on his lap, his face smug. You are destined for great things, Maximum.

Why was he watching Max you ask? What does he mean by "You are destined for great things, Maximum"?

Well, let's just say, this man's name is Jeb Batchelder

THREE YEARS LATER

I was in history, my last class until lunch. I wasn't really focusing on Miss Sedgewick droning on… and on… and on… yeah, you get the point. I was pretty bored out of my mind. At least there was only about five minutes left. Thank God. I looked around the class. Only the nerds were actually focusing. Shocker. The jocks were either asleep with drool pooling out of their mouths, or they were flying paper airplanes around the class. The "popular" girls were texting or painting their nails or redoing their make-up... catch my drift?

In the very back of the room was the one and only, Fang Cooper. He was every girl's dream girl; tall, dark, and mysterious. He was at least six feet, had black shaggy hair, olive toned skin, and the most intruging obsidian eyes you would ever seen.

He turned his head and locked eyes with me. He smirked and raised a questioning eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the front of the class. He may be hot, but he's probably a jock. (Is it just me, or did that just rhymed?) Pretends he's interested and leaves you in the dust when he gets what he wants.

I sighed irritably, why can't class be over already? This feels like the longest five minutes, ever. I swear, Miss Sedgewick's lectures could put even Einstein to sleep. I rested my chin on my hand and let my vision go out of focus and come back in. Just when I was about to doze off, the bell rang. HALLELUJAH! I grabbed my stuff and rushed out of the classroom.

As I was walking toward my locker, I couldn't help, but notice how everyone steered clear of me. I smirked inwardly. At Lerner's High, I'm officially knowned as the most feared girl at school. The Maximum Ride. Not to sound too full of myself, of course.

Just that, I learned taekwondo, karate, and kung-fu, having a black belt in each. I play soccer, volleyball, basketball, and I surf too. So, let's just say, mess with me or my friends and family... just make sure you know a good hospital.

I quickly put in my combination, shoved my stuff in the locker and rushed off to lunch.

FANG

My eyes scanned the cafeteria vigilantly as I subconsciously bit onto my cheese and pepperoni pizza. My eyes landed on Maximum Ride, the most feared person at Lerner's High.

Max was writing on a notebook, her eyebrows scrunched up together in concentration, making the scar on her face more visible. The sun from the window of the cafeteria fell on her, making her dirty blonde with sun streaks hair glow, somewhat. She bit into her pizza, her eyes never leaving the notebook.

"Hey Dylan."

I tore my gaze away from Max and looked at the people at my table. People call this the "popular" table, but really, I just sit at an empty table, then Lissa comes and tries to flirt with me. As I ignore as usual, the others come and join. I could've just left, but I was too lazy too. Yeah, that's me. Lazy Fang.

The people who usually sat here were Dylan, Lissa, Holden, Kate, Ratchet, and Star.

"What?" Dylan said, biting into his apple.

"How would you feel about doing a dare for twenty bucks?" Holden asked, a mischievous glint in his dark blue eyes. Dylan pondered about it.

"Sure," He said. Holden grinned even wider. "I dare you... to steal that notebook Maximum Ride is writing into and look through at least one page."

Everyone's jaws dropped onto the table. (Not me, of course) Dylan did a spit take and his eyes looked like it was about to pop out of his head. "WHAT?"

Holden just grinned ruthlessly. "You heard me."

"Dylan would be killed if she finds out!" Kate exclaimed.

"Do you, like, hate me or something? Do you just don't like my existence?"Dylan asked, incredulously. Holden shrugged and smirked, "Just do it man. Look, she's getting up."

Everyone's head swivelled to look at the table Max was sitting at to see her get up and walk toward the direction of the bathroom, leaving her stuff behind. Dylan gulped, and stood up. He sneaked toward the table, looking behind his shoulder occasionally. He gingerly picked up the purple notebook and dashed back to our table. He glared at Holden while opening up to the first page, "If I die, it's on your conscious"

I couldn't help but peek over his shoulder.

It was a songbook.

The first page had the title Roll The Credits. I let confusion show slightly on my mask. A break-up song? Why would the Maximum Ride be writing songs about break ups? Dylan flipped to the next page and the next song was called Bottom of The Ocean.

"Find what your looking for?" A voice snarled behind us.

Everyone at the table froze. Holden had his pizza half-way in his mouth, Ratchet's arm was hovering over Star's shoulders (They're dating, if you haven't noticed), Lissa and Kate had their mouths open mid-sentenced. Dylan pretty much was shaking like a Chihuahua.

"I-I-I-" As soon as Dylan turned, a fist came shooting out and collided with his jaw. Max snatched the book out his hands. She grabbed his arm, twisted it behind Dylan's back, and smashed his face into his stew. She pulled his head back by his hair and spat, "Look through my stuff again, and I won't be as nice I was this time."

Max spun around on her heel and stalked off back toward her table.

There were a few moments of silence until Ratchet and Holden burst out laughing. "Dude, you just got OWNED!" Ratchet laughed, clutching his side. Dylan grabbed a napkin and wiped his face.

"You, Holden," He said, holding out a hand, "owe me twenty bucks."

MAX

That worthless bastard. I swear, if he tell anyone about this, I'm gonna rip out his spine and beat him with it. Repeatedly and-

"Hey Maxie."

I looked up and saw my sister Ella and our friends, Iggy, Nudge, J.J and Gazzy.

"Hey Els, hey Igs, hey Nudge, hey Gaz, hey J.J," I greeted, shoving my stuff into my messenger bag. I swung it over my right shoulder and straightened up. "What's up?"

Nudge looked ready to burst. Her face was turning red- as red as you can get when your tan as Nudge. She opened her mouth and took a deep breath. Oh, crap. Cover your ears, now. I'm serious, do it n-

"ZOMG! We saw what you did to Dylan! I mean that was like so awesome and brave! Though he was cute. Speaking of cute, have you seen the new kid? I think his name was Josh. He's like super hot. I mean so so cute! Oh, and by the way, we plan on going surfing after school. Wanna come?"

I can never get used to Nudge's outbursts. We sometimes call her the Nudge Channel. Nudge, all the time. She talks like 100mph per second and she doesn't even take a breath. "Uhm... cool. Thanks. Not really. No, I have not. Sure, whatever floats your boat. And no I can't," I said. I couldn't help but noticed how Gazzy tensed up when Nudge mentioned Josh and how "hot" he was.

Gazzy and Nudge have a thing for each other, but of course, they'll deny it.

"Gosh, dang it, Nudge," Iggy said, moving his hands away from his ears. "One day, your going to talk our ears off."

Nudge grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, it just I have the need to talk. And I don't even know when to stop. It's like a I have one-track mind. Speaking of track. I plan on joining it. I mean it sounds fun, but then again, you sweat a lot. And I don't like sweat. EW! No, nevermind. I'm not going to join t-" She was stopped mid-sentenced when Gazzy slapped his hand over her mouth.

"Anyway..." J.J said, "How come you can't come surfing? You usually never turn down a chance to surf."

I shrugged, but in the inside, I was panicking slightly. I looked at Ella for some help. She didn't fail me.

"She can't cause my mum need help at the office. Ari and I don't know what to do, but Max does." Ella lied, smoothly. She learned from the master, of course. Moi.

J.J's shoulders slumped. "Aw, okay. I really wanted you to teach my that cool trick you learned last week."

I swung my arm around her shoulders. "Sorry, ol' chap. Next time?" J.J nodded and as if on cue, the bell rang.

Confused? Okay let me explain.

My mum, Valencia Martinez, is a vet, but she gets little money so I have to work 'cause she's sickly. I'm afraid she might collapse any moment so I try my best to help. So, I found a job that pays well and it's on the outskirts of town so I doubt anyone from school would come across it. (I live in Orlando, Florida by the way)

The only problem with the job is what it is.

"Hi there! Welcome to The Pizza Fiasco! Table for two?"

The guy went all oogly eyed when he saw me, and a girl beside him- who I assume is his girlfriend- slapped him on the arm. He looked at her sheepishly, but nodded at me. I led them to a table with two chairs in the back.

"Max! Hawaiian pizza for table 6!" The chef called. I sighed and walked over to the counter with the pizza. The inhaled the smell and walked over to table six where a couple was making out. (cute ick face)

I sighed and rested the pizza on their table. I spun around in my heel and went inside our employees' room. Yes, I work at as a waitress in a pizza place. (cue gasp)

Yeah yeah, I know, surprising, ain't it? It was the only job available at the time, and it pays good. I could just quit, but I needed to help my mum. I sighed again (what is it with me sighing today?).

I flopped down on a chair and rested my head in my arms. The job was okay, but the uniform...no, just no.

It was black and white and it looked like a maid outfit. It was a ruffled shirt-like-apron with a corset and a black skirt. The sleeves were cut and sewn back together. It also came with a black choker outlined with white ruffles.

"Max! Would you mind taking out the trash?" My boss, Beth, asked, sitting down in the chair front of me. "Sure," I replied, getting up. I grabbed the trash bags and walked out the back door.

The back door led to an alley, but both sides led to the streets and the truck that picked up trash came through here. I laid the trash next to the wall and straightened up.

"Whoa."

My eyes widened and I whirled around to come face-to-face with... Fang. Oh crap, crap, crap, no, no, no. It can't be happening. No, no, no, no

"Maximum Ride," He said, "is a waitress."

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