So, 79 visitors and only 8 reviews. :( But I love writing this, and I'm getting legit responses from my school. I posted this on our little school Moodle thingamajig, and it's been getting some pretty cool feedback. So, I'm here jamming to JB songs. Tell me why, when I'm supposed to be doing something important.

Things start next chapter, so be prepared. I have a history project to finish (got most of it done like just now.), and I encourage everyone to pray for those in Japan effected by the tsunami. Anyways, not much to say for the rest of the blurb, so I'm just going to skip to the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Maximum Ride, I only own the plot, and any characters I make up. The lyrics used in this story belong to their rightful owners, and I have no intention to take them, I just think they're awesome.

So be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
And if you get it then you just might not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold

Max POV

"Max! Over here." I smiled and walked over to Iggy, Nudge and Gazzy, (I figured out why they call him that. Gross!) who were hanging on the wall a little way away from everybody else. During my second week here, I'd learned that Iggy and his friends were probably the most normal group of people ever. Well, excusing his and Gazzy's scary obsession to fire and explosives.

"Hey, I like your sweater." I looked down at my red/white/black diamond sweater with the brown panther across the sleeve. Thanking him, I took in how they were all wearing colours of a school (either the one we go to now or one from before.) While Iggy and Gazzy were wearing jackets from this school, Nudge had on a headband and sweater with a penguin on it. We got to talking before Iggy yelled out: "Yo Fang!"

"You seem overly loud today," I noted. He flashed me a bright smile, clasping hands with Fang, who was wearing his school stuff too. I recognized it a little too well. Corey had the same one...

"You went to FH?" I asked quietly. He nodded.

"3-8, then grade 9. I moved here mid grade 10." There was a slight hint of anger in his voice, along with something else I couldn't place. Not many would've noticed it, but I could just tell. Nodding, I said good-bye, just as the bell rang.

Iggy and Fang fell behind slightly, going unnoticed by Gazzy and Nudge as they continued talking.

"Did you get any sleep last night, as opposed to last week?" I heard Iggy ask, barely a whisper. I tried to ignore them, but curiosity got the better of me.

"Not really." Fang mumbled back. "Maya woke up, then I couldn't get back to sleep after that."

"So you're functioning on 3 hours of sleep?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it, though. I'll probably crash tonight." I sped up to catch up with Gazzy and Nudge.

During second period, I elbowed Nudge. She looked up, stopping whatever she was writing. "Why is Fang so quiet?" I asked, hoping not to disrupt the teacher.

"Ask Ig." She said. "He was really guarded when he first got here, not talking at all, barley speaking when asked a question. He's doing a lot better, now." I gave her a 'you're kidding' look, causing her to laugh. "No, really. It used to be all one or two word answers. And he'd never show emotion. It was kind of scary. But he'd been through a lot.

"Rumours went around: his mom was a drunk, his dad hit him a lot, he was on crack... it was horrible what people said about him. But there was one that got to him a lot," she paused, looking up at the teacher, who had his back to us. "Someone said that he had a little sister, and that they didn't get along much. I don't think it's true, though. They said they fought, a lot, then one day he just snapped, and he..." she hesitated, as if she really didn't want to tell me. "...he knifed her. Fang was pissed. He'd only been here for a couple of months, but he didn't really listen to any of the rumours that went around. But that one bothered him. He was darker than usual, and he flipped on the guy who started it. Only Iggy knows why it bothered him so much. But Iggy doesn't really like telling Fang's business to anyone, so I think you should ask Fang. He might tell you. I doubt it though."

"Does he actually have a sister?" I asked, wondering if that's who the little girl was.

"You ask a lot of questions." I shrugged. "Yeah, he does." I dropped the subject after that, waiting for the period to end.

When it finally did, I bolted out of there, rushing to find Iggy. I bumped into him at his locker. I fell back, landing on my butt.

"You know, this is how we met." He laughed as he hoisted me up. I glared at him. "What'd you want?" He asked.

"Fang..." I panted, out of breath from the running around.

"You want Fang?" He asked, a small smirk on his face. "Uh... I guess you didn't notice, but he isn't here." I rolled my eyes.

"No, I mean..." I tried to figure out exactly how to word it. "What happened to him?" Iggy looked puzzled for a second, before he sighed.

"Nudge told you to come to me, right?" After a second, I nodded. "Yeah... Look, Max. You seem nice. But I can't tell you, not..." He looked around. "Come on." He took my arm, leading me down the hall, and into a empty classroom. "What do you want to know? I'm not telling you everything though."

"Okay..." I thought for a second. "That little girl, what is he to her?"

"A guardian. To her and her sister. Well, her sister, Maya, he's her 'dad' that's what she knows him as."

"So, they're not actually related in any way?" He shook his head.

"There was an accident a few years ago, when Fang first got here, a fire, and he helped the two of them out. The parents of the girls never turned up, but Fang doesn't know what happened to them, so he just took them in. They've been with him ever since."

"But Fang lives by himself, with the girls. There isn't any adult figure in the house?"

"No. He doesn't live with his parents, he... moved out when he was 16." I remembered the short conversation I'd had with Fang. I moved here mid grade 10... He would've been about 16 at the time.

"So, why didn't he take the girls to a–"

"Max, don't judge his actions." Iggy had a hard look on his face, one that I hadn't seen on him before. "He loves those girls, more than anything." I nodded, waiting a second before asking another question.

"There was a rumour..." I started, "when he first got here, about his sister..." Iggy nodded, suddenly looking uncomfortable. "What... why was he so mad?"

"Fang..." He paused, his eyes glazing over for a second, before returning to the glossy blue. "That's not my business to tell you. It's personal to him. It wouldn't be right for me to tell you." I nodded in understanding.

"He's not quiet with you, why?"

"Max, why are you asking so many questions?" I shrugged, standing.

"I just... wanted to know why he's so quiet all the time. Nudge said you knew. I just thought there was a story behind all of it." I turned around, heading for the door.

"Max, wait." Iggy sighed. I looked over my shoulder, seeing him standing. "There is, but I don't think I'd be the person who should tell you."

"But... there is something with him?"

"He's not crazy, Max." He chuckled. "He's not on anything either."

"I didn't–"

"I know you didn't. Come on, let's go to lunch." I shrugged, opening the door and stepping back into the hallway. "You asked me why he tolerates me more so than others." He said while we were walking towards the cafeteria. I looked up at him, wondering suddenly why he was so tall. "It's because I didn't bother him about his past. He told me he didn't really want to talk about it, so I didn't ask him. I think that's why, because I left him alone."

"So, what you're saying is not to ask him, right?"

"No, I'm just saying you might want to ask him when he's alone, and prepare yourself for the answer, whatever it is." He pushed the door open, and we were instantly met with a bunch of chatter. Iggy and I quickly found our friends, falling into deep conversation.

It was third period when I finally got Fang alone. He was wandering the halls, and I was looking for a bathroom. "Hi, what are you doing out of class?" I asked. He'd had his head down, hands in his pockets, but he looked up at me now.

"Walking." He stated in a 'duh' tone. "You?" I shrugged.

"Bathroom." He pointed behind him, down the hall.

"The first left." I nodded, flashing him a smile. He continued walking, passing me silently.

"Do you have a sister?" I suddenly blurted, whirling around. He froze. I looked at my hands, then turned around to face him.

"Why?" Was all he said. I took a breath, looking up at him. I winced. His eyes had gone almost pitch black, which was blacker than usual, his jaw was set, and there was a dark look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I..." I stuttered. The look he was giving me was staring to scare me. "I was just curious. Why are you so quiet?"

"What does that have to do with my sister?" He asked, losing his guard for a second.

"Ha!" I said, standing straight and crossing my arms, "You do have a sister." I smirked.

"No, I don't."

"Yeah you do. You just said–" He stepped forward.

"I don't have a sister, Max." He locked eyes with me, his tone dead-serious. "Really. Why do you care?"

"I asked Iggy and Nudge. There... was this rumour, about you and your sister, you were really mad about it. Why? If you don't have a sister then why get so mad at–" I realized the reason as I said it. "I'm sorry."

Fang's face softened, and he sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "She was kidnapped, a few years ago, and she wasn't found. They told us she was dead. I was the last one with her before she went missing." He paused a second, looking over his shoulder. "We were yelling at each other. The last thing she said to me was that she wanted me to die, then she ran off. No one knows what happened to her."

I swallowed slowly, not knowing what to say. 'I'm sorry' just wouldn't be right. "Fang..."

"I tried to find her, but I couldn't. She was gone. I told myself I'd killed her. That's why it got to me so much."

"Fang, I shouldn't have–"

"You didn't know. It's okay." He shrugged, suddenly looking lost. I opened my mouth, but he was gone before I could say anything. I ran my hands over my face, thinking back to what Iggy had said. 'prepare yourself for the answer, whatever it is.' Man, this wasn't even close to what I'd expected.

I didn't talk to Fang for the rest of the day, or the next day. It was always awkward whenever we were in a room together, no matter the distance. We both wanted to say something to the other. I would always catch him glancing at me, when he thought I wasn't looking.

Iggy came up to me during lunch that day. "I told you, Max. It wasn't what you were expecting, was it?" I shook my head.

"Not even close."

"And what did you learn from this?" He asked, going suddenly serious. I thought about that for a few seconds.

"That... he isn't what everyone else thinks he is." I looked past Iggy, to where Fang was sitting with Nudge. "That the real Fang is in there somewhere," I locked eyes with Iggy. "And I'm gonna find him. No matter what."

Poor Fang. His. Life. Sucks. End of story.

Sometimes I love my friends. And their parents.

See, I was with my friend, his brother, and their friend. (The two brothers, followed by a friend of theirs [whom I'd only met like twice]) and they were going around the house yelling 'Bieber my balls!' while wearing 3D glasses. (So it was actually 'Bieber my 3D balls!, but skipping that) and the twins' mom walked in, and then we all had this talk about why they shouldn't say that. Especially with their sister around.

It was fricken hilarious!

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