I hope that nobody will notice, but I made a HUGE grammatical mistake. If you catch it, I will give you the next chapter A WEEK before I update again. If you catch some other mistake that I made, I'll still give it to you a week before. I'd go back and fix it now, but that will take A LOT OF WORK, and I'm really lazy. *shrugs* whatever…

Also, I feel so bad for anyone in the overrated state of California (and possibly other states, I'm not sure) who, unfortunately, had to take the State Writing Test. Not the District Writing Tests, because those don't really matter, but the actual State Writing Test. I took it to day and thank god our prompt was a fictional narrative. I actually think I have a chance of doing well. If it was a persuasive or summary, I would have done okay, if it were a narrative I would have done well/good, and if it were an Analysis, well…I'd be screwed. Big time.

Does anybody find it ironic that the California State Writing Tests are being graded in Idaho?

(MAX POV)

I walked lightly into the crowded classroom, Fang trailing almost hesitantly behind me.

Eyes followed us as together we slid into our adjoined desks, letting our bags drop carelessly to the floor. Fang leaned against the back of his chair, crossing his arms against his loose black t-shirt. He sighed as if he was already tired, despite the early hour and stared lazily towards the front of the classroom.

Leaning forward, I crossed my arms against the cool wooden desk, and rested my head on top. Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out slowly.

Soon, though, an overwhelming urge took over me. Despite my wild attempts to keep them closed, my right eye tore open, and was faced with the sight of Fang. He had his eyes closed too, and I took the chance to openly stare.

Fang isn't what you would call totally-no-chance-of-a-doubt-smokin'-hot, but pretty darn close. On a scale from one to ten, he's ranking as a nine. Because, let's face it people, Fang barely came close to Alex Pettyfer, or even Tyson Ritter.

My eyes scanned slowly over his closed, obsidian eyes that were outlined by long lashes, just brushing a head of shaggy black hair. His mouth was set almost careful looking, a flicker of a dimple looming nearby. Next was his jaw, set and locked dangerously at any moment, but if you catch it, will relax and show that faintest smile.

I felt like I was intruding him and turned my head into my arms, squeezing my eyes shut. But, after only a few seconds, the irresistible temptation returned and I was staring once again.

He shifted in his chair, his lean arms tightening against his chest. His muscles flexed and I couldn't help it as my eyes flicked over to his toned, olive colored arms. The arms stretched for what seemed like forever, and just peeking behind the other was a soft hand that gripped the arm strongly.

Much like mine had, his eyes shot open and stared coolly into mine, not blinking. I saved myself the uncomfortable awkwardness of keeping his gaze and turned my head back into my arms.

I could already feel the blush coming.

Yeah…I'm too lazy to actually put a pause-y whatcha-mi-call-it line in her soo…pause.

The long shrill of the classroom bell rang through the classroom and I hurriedly scrambled out of my seat.

The fourth period Spanish teacher, looking slightly flustered at her wild students yelled out above the pandemonium, "Recuerda hacer tu tarea esta noche! Ustedes tienen una prueba mañana! ¡Ay dios mío! Escucha a tu maestra!"

I was the first out of the door and made a sharp left, away from the lunch area. Bodies shoved against my shoulders until one of the many teenagers grabbed my arm, spinning me around quite wildly.

"Hey!" I gasped out.

Fang crossed his arms and glared at me, "Yeah right."

"What?" I cocked my hip and glared, just as deadly.

His voice was cool, despite is hard eyes, "Lunch."

"What about it?"

"Nudge and Ella will be devastated."

"Like it or not, I don't have any money or a lunch to begin with. I was thinking of a calming walk around the campus."

Fang scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Well like it or not, I'm not really in the mood for a trip to the waterworks, so you're coming with me. To lunch."

I sneered at him, "No way."

He stared back, raising his eyebrows, "No?"

I rose my own and said firmly, "No."

He shrugged, sighing, "Fine."

"Wha-Hey!"

Fang grabbed my waist and lifted me carefully onto his back, "You asked for it."

I screeched at him, "What the hell! This is harassment! Let me down. Now."

"You made a promise."

"I realize that! And, frankly, promises are very easy to break!"

"Not this one."

He walked with me dangling limply from his muscular back all the way until the doors of the lunchroom where he set me down gingerly.

I straitened and pulled my shirt back over my bare stomach. Fang's eyes lingered there before snapping to mine. I took one step towards him and smirked.

My hand came and cracked harshly against his cheek.

He reeled and stood there a second, looking amazed that someone had the guts to finally slap him.

"Keep your hands off me, Mr. Emo."

I stomped past him, into the crowded room, steaming with anger. Ella was first to notice me, waving her frantic arms and screaming, "MAX! Over here!"

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply once, willing my feet to take to their table, centered in the middle of it all. I approached and threw my backpack roughly onto the cream colored bench, plopping down next to it. I groaned and ran my hand over my face.

Nudge opened her mouth and I help up a finger. In an icy voice I ground out, "Don't even think about it."

She shrank back to her seat, casting a worried glance in the direction of a blond kid next to her, who shrugged with wide eyes.

The table shook as Fang settled in next to me, dropping my backpack to the floor. Honestly, I didn't care. It's a fucking backpack.

Nudge laughed weakly, almost awkwardly, "Hey Fang? What's going on?"

Fang's glare only intensified as he spat, "She slapped me."

I turned on him, "Of course I did! You were carrying me!"

"You were going to break a promise. If you make Nudge sad, trust me, you will never hear the end of it."

"A promise is hardly something to commit a felony over."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "A felony? What did I do, kill your mom?"

"No, Sexual harassment!"

"That is so not a felony."

"I'm pretty sure it is!"

"Do you want me to look it up, or can we agree this argument it totally stupid?"

I shook my head, "No. Although, maybe it can be over, as soon as I slap you again."

He raised his eyebrows, "Really? Go for it."

I shrugged and slammed my hand across his already pink cheek. He gave a cry of shock, "I wasn't being literal! God, woman, you slap hard."

"Yeah, I know. Now that this argument's over, and we both agree I'm right, I'm going to ignore you."

Fang looked as if he wanted to say something, but decided against it at my glare.

I smiled sweetly and turned to Nudge and Ella, who were wearing identical masks of utter shock, "Hey guys."

Ella stuttered while Nudge stared at Fang, "Holy…"

Another guy who I barely noticed to my left said, also in shock, "Did Fang just talk?"

I responded, "Yes, he did. And it seems that all he can say it just a bunch of rude nonsense."

Ella gained her composure, "For him, that was a years worth of talking."

I shrugged, "There's a first for everything."

Nudge gasped suddenly and my eyes flicked towards her, "Max! Hi! You haven't met all of us, have you? Okay, that is Iggy, he's a sophomore like you and Ella," She pointed to the guy on my left, a blue-eye-blondie, who gave me a little two-fingered wave.

Next she gestured to the boy on her right, a smaller guy with curly blond hair, but brown eyes, "That is Gazzy, actually the Gasman but trust me, you do not want to know why. He is a freshman, like me."

Then she pointed to the left of Ella, where a girl with the same curly blond hair and brown eyes, "And this is Angel, his little sister. She got bumped up a grade though, and is a freshman now."

"Guys, this is Max!"

I mumbled a 'hey' and looked down, suddenly uncomfortable.

I think everybody was still to shocked to acknowledge me, except for one hardy glare from Fang. I smiled a fake grin and waved ecstatically, which was returned by an even deeper glare.

I took my chance, "Ooh, scary."

This only seemed to set him off. He was boiling with anger as he started to yell, "Oh come on, can you let this thing go? Seriously, it was bett-"

Nudge cut in, slamming her hands down on the table, "Outside. Both of you. Fang, as good as I think this whole 'talking spree' is for you, I now realize why you never talk. It's so annoying. And Max, I love you and all, but you've got a temper. So put it to use on a tree or a pillow or something. Not Fang."

I rolled my eyes, "So you want us to go outside?"

Nudge stood her ground, "I don't want you to. But you are anyways."

Fang was quick to grab my hand, tugging me towards the door. He whispered in my ear as he dragged me along, "Unless you want to wake up with a make-up filled face and some really revealing clothes on, I suggest you listen to her."

As he pulled away, his hot breath lingered on my ear and I shuddered.

We pushed the doors to the giant room open and let them fall closed with a 'Bang.'

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, falling carelessly onto a bench just outside the door, "Well, what now?"

Fang looked thoughtful for a minute, "Now, we skip."

I looked up at him, slightly shocked, "Skip? What's the consequence for that here?"

He shrugged, "Just a couple days of detention."

"Do they call your parents?"

"They'll call mine sense I skip often, but they'll let you off with a warning."

I nodded my head, "Okay then, skipping it is. Where to?"

"Where do you want to go?"

I thought for a second and decided with a satisfied smirk, "Ice cream."

He nodded, "Baskin' Robins it is."

I stared at him, "Of all places? Baskin' Robins? That's the best this city can do?"

He rolled his eyes, "It's either that, or we get to walk all the way to downtown to the nearest Cold Stone."

I pretended to think, "Cold Stone."

"Fine, but when you complain about the long walk, don't blame me."

I hopped of the bench and started towards the front of the school, "Trust me, I won't be the one complaining."

Forty-five minutes later, we were just nearing downtown and I was not in a happy mood, "This is a really long walk."

Fang replied, seeming bored, "Long walk. Your fault."

I sighed, "Back to incomprehendable sentences, I see."

Fang smirked, a silent gesture of his laughter.

We lapsed into an uncomfortable silence and I started to shift and squirm, wanting to be anywhere but here.

Fang cleared his throat, "So, why did you move here again."

What to say? It's not like I could go straight up and say, 'Oh yeah, I don't know why. My stupid, cryptic parents told me one day we were moving. Probably because I'm a mutant bird freak who has to move around whenever there was a flicker of a chance someone might discover my biggest secret. Oh, and while were at it, I have wings grafted on my back. Creepy, huh? You can go running down the street in terror now. I wouldn't be surprised.'

So instead I settled with something way less complicated and a lot more believable, "Um, my dad got a new job. He works at the Lawrence Livermore Lab. It pays well, I guess."

He nodded and gave another question, "You had to leave your friends?"

I scoffed, smiling. It wasn't a happy smile, "What friends?"

His face gave no sign of any emotion but as I glanced in his direction, his eyes gave away a spark of curiosity.

"No friends?"

I smiled a lopsided smile, this one genuine, "I'd classify myself as the badass girl who really isn't bad unless you bother, who people are too wary of to make friends with. And really, I'm fine with it."

He smirked, "So basically, a poser."

I gasped and shoved him into the door of a shop, where he gaped at me like a fish, "Hey!"

Fang collected himself shoved me back, sending me flailing into the street. I toppled and landed in the drain, where water trickled along, soaking the entire left side of my body.

I looked up, my eyes turning icy and deadly, "You are dead."

Fang slipped his hands into his jean pockets, "I don't know about you, but I feel accomplished."

I launched myself at him and he took off sprinting down the street, his converse pounding against the light pavement. I shot after him, barely keeping up with his speed. He glanced behind himself and found me right there on his heels and his eyes flew wide, "How the hell are you running that fast?"

His eyes flashed again, more curiosity.

I stared at him too, barely believing it. I had grafted DNA on my side, but what did he have? He couldn't possibly run that fast…

"Me? What about you? How are you running that fast?"

I hope that Spanish made sense, 'cause my Spanish sucks, despite the eight years I've been taking it and, well, Google Translate doesn't really like me.

Does anyone have a better name for this story? When I first published it months ago, I thought it would be cool to have all of the names of my story linked in the titles. If you don't know what the other one's called:

Fierce-Tough

Different-Sarcastic

Priceless-Beautiful

Do you see the similarities in each one? Well, I'm thinking of changing that and getting a new name for this one because I don't think it really fits. So, any suggestions?