Hey guys! My first fanfic, so I hope you like.

I Never Knew

Chapter 1- Cause this is my Life right

Max's P.O.V.

I was walking down the Arizona street, hand and hand with my boyfriend Sam walking to the movie theater. I really upset that I was soon going to move to California, and leave all my friends. It was never the one that found making friends easy, it was one of the two major flaws I had. What's the other one? You'll find out soon enough.

I was really sad when my mom, Dr. Valencia Martinez, had told me to break it off with Sam, and that long distant relationships never work. I really dreaded it when this day would come…

"Babe, what's wrong?" Sam asks.

"Nothing" I replied.

"Ok, whatever you say" he said as we entered the theater.

As we watched the movie, I avoided any form of contact me and Sam would have. I avoided his touch, his eyes, everything. I was so happy that we were watching a comedy, so that kind of cheered me up. Just a little.

When we finally left the theater, we were at my house in no time.

"Um Sam we need to talk…" I trailed off.

"About what?" he asked.

"We need to break up Sam" I finally said.

"What? WHY?" he questioned

"I'm moving, remember? I can't be with someone I can't see. And besides, you might as well go after Brigid Dwyer. You're always staring at her and anyway Sam. And long distant relationships never work." I practically yelled at him.

"So, it's you I love, not her, remember? We can make this work. I know we can. I do not stare at her all the time." He replied. Then as I stayed silent, he took that as a chance to kiss me. Hard. I quickly tried to pull away but he had a firm lock on me so I bit down on his bottom lip. He yelled. It apparently was a really hard bite, because he was bleeding. Score: Max: 1 Sam: 0 … Boyah!

"You bitch! Why did you bite me?" he yelled. SMACK! Was the sound of my hand high fiving his cheek. What you don't get it? To put it easier for you, I simply slapped him.

"Never call me a bitch again, never talk to me again, in fact never bother calling me again when I'm here or when I visit." I said.

"That's it we're through Sam. Done. * TERMINADA!" I yelled before stalking off back to my house.

Ugh, my life sucks. Every time I'm about to break up with my boyfriends they go ballistic and always call me a bitch, I'm only used to it if it's coming from my soon ex-boyfriends. But if it's from somebody else, they won't live to tell the tale. But since this happens to me we're talking about, I can only talk about my life, because you know this is my life right...

*TERMINADA: means done in Spanish (she's Hispanic guys, bare with me here)

Please review, this is my first story. I would really make me happy. Thank you! :)

- Aria Ride