I stared up at LA Arts High.

The giant brick building loomed down on me, its graffitied walls shining brightly as the sun hit them. The ivy growing up the walls had tiny, spray painted flowers and swirled the giant graffiti LA ARTS sign. I figured the Art kids did it, mostly because some of them were adding onto it near the edge of the giant building. The main doors had giant cement steps that had words of encouragement and school spirit. I looked at my foot and saw some words under it. I moved it, tilting my head to read the words, "In a word where you can be anything, be yourself." I smiled slightly then shifted my shoulder bag as I headed up the stairs to the school.

"Fang!" A girls voice called. Fang groaned slightly to his friend, who smirked at him. Fang shot him an evil glare before calling back, "Hey Lissa."

A girl with flaming red hair ran up to the two males, smiling brightly, "Hi Fang, hi Iggy!" She chirped to Fang and the strawberry blonde next to him.

Iggy waved his fair skinned hand slightly, "Hey Lis-"

"So Fang!" Lissa interrupted, smiling angelically and leaning slightly down, trying to look sexy. Fang found it repulsive. "The schools Vertical Jam is next month and-"

Fang had spotted a girl with blonde hair and brown streaks. She wore black jeans, a dark blue fitting shirt, and converse. Around her neck was a 'M' charm necklace. "Sorry, I'm taking Iggy as my date. Excuse me." He shot her a dazzling smile before heading down the hallways towards the girl.

"Max, hey," Fang called, smiling slightly. Max looked up, her brown eyes relieved. He grinned at her, happy almost.

"Hey, Fang," She smiled at him, shifting the strap on her old army looking messenger bag with buttons on it from different bands or charities. "I'm glad you saw me looking like a dork. It'll raise my coolness rate with you by at least 60 percent." Her tone was light and joking.

Fang laughed, "I would think at least 20 percent, but alright." He grinned at her as she grinned at him back, "Besides, you didn't look like a dork. You looked like a new kid in a new school."

She scoffed, shifting her bag again and he saw her grimace, "Oh, that makes me feel better." She rolled her eyes then looked at the black slap watch on her wrist, "I better go and find my class."

Fang nodded, shoving his hands into his black jeans pockets, "What class is it?" Fang was surprised at himself. Why did he even care? He usually didn't talk this much, especially to girls.

"Drama with..." Max peered at the list she pulled out of her pocket, "Miss Kristen."

Fang smiled, happy. Then he frowned at himself. "Me to. Wanna walk over together?"

Max smiled at Fang, her eyes sparkling, "Yeah, sure." She put the list in her pocket again and shifted her bag on her shoulder and again he saw her wince.

"You okay?" He asked, worry coloring his voice. He saw Max's eyes flash with fear and worry before disappearing in normalcy.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just..." She paused then smirked at him, "I fell off my skateboard last night. So amazing, if I must say so myself."

Fang didn't buy it for a second, but he nodded like he suspected it all along. He was about to smirk and tell her what a klutz she was was Iggy came up. Iggy had on his normal t-shirt that said 'Made in LA', jeans, and a plaid tee that rolled up to his elbows. His pale skin went great with his strawberry blonde hair and light blue eyes. Iggy smiled at Max, "Hey I'm Iggy Griffiths. I'm guessing your Max?"

Max tilted her head, grinning slightly. Her brown eyes sparkled with amusement, "Yeah, I'm Max Martinez. Nice to meet you, Iggy." She stuck out her hand and Fang watched as Iggy shook her hand back.

"Iggys in drama to," Fang said to Max. She grinned and shifted her bag so she could pull out her phone. She frowned, "I think we're late."

Iggy laughed and Fang tried not to smirk. "You're never late in Drama." Iggy told Max, linking arms with her.

Fang rolled his eyes as they started skipping down the hall. Fang followed the dorks and pulled open the doors so they could continue skipping. Max shot Fang a grin over her shoulder and Fang made a smirk-slash-creepy face back. Max laughed then continued down the aisle with Iggy.

As Fang dropped next to them on the plush seat, his mind wandered to why she grimaced at her shoulder pain. She probably slept wrong, he decided.

But why would she lie about that?