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With a show of hands, how many of you wake up before 11:00; and don't try to be cute and raise your hand because we both know you're crazy…No one?

That's what I thought; so why am I standing in front of the dreaded obstacle course at 7:30 IN THE MORNING? Mind you, I only got about five hours of sleep.

I woke up at seven, against my will, and was dragged to the mesh hall to eat rubber eggs and burnt toast. The only thing keeping me awake was the stench I was giving off.

"Max! You ever heard of personal hygiene?" Iggy asked, dramatically pinching his noise closed.

"Yeah," Gazzy, of all people, agreed, "even I think you smell," he finished, waving his hand in front of his face.

I smacked Gazzy on the back of the head because he made the mistake of sitting next to me. Unfortunately, Iggy was out of reach, so I threw my toast at him and nailed him right in the eye.

"Ow," Iggy complained, rubbing his eye, "it felt like you just threw a brick at my eye."

Angel gave me a high-five and Nudge was still in the process of waking up.

After breakfast, I was called to the obstacle course. Now, here I am, standing in front of this stereotypical boot camp obstacle course. From my very extensive experience, I can honestly say that the creators of these obstacle courses lack creativity.

I was standing there with my arms crossed when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Listen, Bubbles, if you think I'm doing that at 7:30 in the morning, you're up for a rude awakening," I said, glaring at the ten-foot wall.

"Bubbles?" an unknown voice said from behind me.

I whirled around to see a boy giving me a curious look. "I thought you were someone else," I explained, giving a sheepish smile. How embarrassing?

"I'm Dylan," the guy, Dylan, replied with a smile that said 'hey, look at me! I wore my retainers every day!' His eyes roamed over my body, shamelessly, before they returned back to my eyes.

"Maximum, but call me Max," I introduced, crossing my arms again.

"Yeah, I heard about you," he said bluntly.

I raised my eyebrows at him until he realized what he just said. "Oh, not in a stalker way," he backtracked quickly, "It's just not every day someone gets a one-on-one with the General's son."

"Son? I thought they were brothers," I said thoughtfully.

Dylan let out a short laugh at my assumption. "Nick is like the prodigy son. His father ran his house like a boot camp after his mom died. Now he's basically super human," he informed me.

"Huh," was all I said. Interesting. I really should have Nudge dig up dirt on 'Nick'. Wow, that name does not suit him. I wonder if that's why he's soo emotionless. Losing your mom and then having your own sanctuary turn into a jail must be rough.

I was pulled out of my trance by a third party's voice. "Having a nice conversation, Steven?" the real Bubbles asked from behind me.

"Why, yes I am, Private," Dylan answered, subconsciously standing up a little straighter. I half expected him to salute the Private, but he didn't; much to my surprise.

"Steven? You said your name was Dylan," I accused.

"Steven is my last name. We're not on a first name basis. Are we, Private?" Dylan asked over my shoulder.

Stickers didn't answer so I decided to speak, "So, you have two first names?" I questioned, "Classy," I added sarcastically.

"And your name can double as an adjective?" Dylan questioned, "Sophisticated," he added with the same amount of sarcasm. With that, he turned and started toward a group who had already started their training.

"See ya around, Max," Dylan called over his shoulder.

I smirked before turning around, "So, what are we doing today, Bubbles?"

Nick, as Dylan said before, was wearing his cargo pants and black t-shirt. His arms were crossed in a similar fashion to mine and he was wearing a grimace.

Instead of responding, he just nodded toward the obstacle course. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of Dylan's retreating figure.

"Now, let's be realistic, I'm not doing the course and you know it," I reasoned.

He looked at me for the first time and just shrugged, "Then you'll run."

"Wow, you're definitely not the sharpest tool in the tool shed. Remember last time?" I asked in a 'duh' voice.

"I haven't forgotten. That's why I'll be running with you," he said this while beginning to take off his shirt.

"Whoa," I yelled, shielding my eyes, "No one wants a free show, Nick!"

"You called me Nick," he said suspiciously.

I peeked out from under my hands to see that he did, in fact, have his shirt completely off. Psh, No big deal. Yeah, right! That's a pretty big deal!

I shrugged indifferently, "And you took your shirt off. Now, let's not go stating the obvious and get this shin dig over with," I said, working my way over to the trail.

I glanced over my shoulder at the Private to see him smiling and shaking his head. "Whoa!" I yelled, dramatically falling to the ground.

"Max," Fruit Loops said from above me, "you're embarrassing yourself."

I got to a sitting position and looked up at him, "Sorry, I was expecting to see fangs when you smiled, not actual teeth," I said, stalling for time. What can I say? I really didn't want to run.

He opened his mouth to say something before I jumped up and shook his shoulders. Giggles' eyes widened a fraction at my sudden gesture. He regained his composure and grasped my arms to stop me from shaking him crazy.

"That's it!' I screamed in his face. I dropped my hands to my side and looked at him incredulously.

He just stared at me blankly. I let out an exasperated sigh, "Fang!"

"I don't get it," he confessed straightforward.

I smacked my forehead. "Your new nickname!" He continued to stare at me, "Well, it's that or Princess," I said thoughtfully.

"I like 'Fang'. 'Fang' works," he said quickly.

"That's what I thought," I said with a smug smirk. "Fang," I tested.

Fang let out a sigh and wiped his hand down his face, "Let's just run," he suggested.

"Whatever you say, Fang," I answered with a shrug and started jogging down the trail.

We were jogging side by side for about five minutes when I noticed Fang was a step ahead of me. My competitive side got the better of me and I sped up two steps to be in front of him.

I peeked from the corner of my eye to see that Fang was about a foot behind me.

Obviously, Fang has a competitive side also because he sped up to be in front of me. I looked to my right to see that he was looking at me from the corner of his eye; daring me to try to beat him.

Challenge Accepted. I let out a determined huff and strode in front of him. Fang, in turn, strode in front of me. Then I ran in front of him and vice versa.

We continued like this for another mile and a half till we were full blown out sprinting. I was always in great shape, but Fang pushed my limits.

We sprinted all the way back to the obstacle course where we both collapsed on the green grass. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and other drill sergeants yelling at their cadets in the background.

"Max," Fang said between gasps of breaths, "I didn't…know you were…in such…great shape," he finished, still trying to catch his breath.

I just shrugged and struggled into a sitting position. "Where can I get some water around here?" I asked, ignoring his comment.

Fang struggled into a sitting position as well and gave me an incredulous look. "Max, you've been holding out on me," he said sternly.

"Wow, nothing gets past you," I rolled my eyes.

"Private Amersham," a voice said behind us.

I turned my head to see that girl from the mesh hall. Liz? Laura? Lindsey? Heck, he name could be Skittles for all I care.

"Private Stuart," Fang slowly picked himself off the ground and stood in front of Skittles.

Skittles looked down at me; probably expecting me to stand up. Psh, good luck. Instead, I swung my legs around so that I was now facing her. I gave her a sweet smile, which she returned with a disgusted look.

Well, she's certainly not filled with rainbows…I'm going to have to think of a more fitting nickname…

Private Stuart looked back at Fang; all traces of disgust were replaced with a flirtatious smile. "I saw you running and was wondering if you need water?" she asked, glancing obviously at Fang's abs. She looked back up at Fang and batted her eyelashes as she shifted from one foot to the next.

I had to hold in my laughter at her pathetic attempt at flirting. Fang looked down at me, wondering if I wanted water.

"I'd love water," I said to Twizzlers, "and could you fetch me some popcorn? I'm really enjoying your bad acting," I explained, batting my eyelashes like she had.

Her face twisted in anger as she stomped away. Hmm…Twizzlers…Nope! That's an insult to the delicious candy.

"If she brings us waters I'm drinking yours," I shrugged and stood up, "because she'll probably spit in my water," I explained.

Fang let out a sigh and gave me a pointed look, "What?" I asked, "She gave me a dirty look," I defended.

He shook his head, "I don't care about her," he said, which caught me by surprise, "You can run."

"And walk backwards, and stuff ten grapes in my mouth, and can kill someone with my sarcasm, and I can do an elaborate tap dance…," I counted off with my fingers.

"Max," Fang interrupted.

"Okay, you got me. I can't tap, but I can do a number of other things."

"Max, do the obstacle course," Fang ordered.

"Sir, yes, sir!" I saluted him, lining myself up at the starting line.

"Go!" Fang yelled, clicking his pathetic little watch.

I breezed through the tires because if you can't jump through a bunch of tires then you should hit yourself on the head…hard.

I got to the wall and didn't hesitate to grab the rope and start to climb the ten foot wall. I was at the top in less than a minute before I stopped and sat there on the top.

Yup, surprised? You shouldn't be! You didn't actually think I'd do the stupid obstacle course?

The wall was pretty thick so it was comfortable to sit on. I situated myself on the wall and looked down.

Fang was staring at me like he should've seen this coming. I smiled down at him and waved. He dropped his dinky little watch and made his way to the wall.

As he climbed the wall, I looked around the camp at all the miserable people. It was almost noon so the sun was high in the sky.

To the right, there were four rows of six people doing pushups. Their drill sergeant was looking down at all of them and walking between the rows, yelling as he passed by everyone.

To my left, I spotted a group about the same size running sprints. They were paired up in twos and would sprint the length of a soccer field only to turn around and do it again. The sweat was visible on their grey shirts from up here.

I grimaced at their faces; pained and covered in sweat. This doesn't make you excellent, it only makes you crazy.

I was so transfixed on their faces that I didn't realize Fang sat next to me. "Do I have to do everything with you?" he asked.

"Looks like it," I answered with a shrug. See, my thinking is that he won't make me do anything hard because then he'll have to do it too. Go ahead and say it, I'm a genius.

Fang sighed as I continued to look around. A little ways away, I spotted a series of blow up shapes the height of a one-story building. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to the objects in question.

"Paintball field," he answered simply.

"What? Why don't we do that?" I questioned. Anything would be better than running and staring at this stupid course.

"Because you haven't completed the obstacle course," he answered shortly.

"Hmm, that presents a problem," I said thoughtfully. "Well, what can I do without completing the course?"

Fang thought about this, "Nothing," he answered after awhile.

"Well, I hope the red haired wonder returns with that popcorn soon because I'm going to be up here awhile," I reasoned.

"Private Stuart?"

"Yup. I'm trying to find a suitable nickname for her too."

We sat in silence for a while. I was surprised he hadn't ordered me to get down. Instead he looked over the camp too. He, too, grimaced at the faces of the runners when his eyes had landed on them.

"Aren't you scared of heights?" Fang asked abruptly.

"No, I like being high up. Closest thing to flying I'm ever going to get to," I answered while returning my gaze to the camp.

"Nothing can scare the great Maximum Ride," Fang stated.

I was immediately flooded with images of shadows. All the figures were moving so fast that I couldn't get a clear view. Screams that only I could hear filled my ears, followed by someone calling my name in desperation.

"There are some things that scare me," I answered still in my trance. After realizing I had said that out loud, I immediately wanted to take it back. I was not about to have a deep conversation with Fang about my past that had made me who I am today. *shudder*

Fang snapped his head to the side to look at me. He opened his mouth just as the lunch bell rang out.

"I'm starving," I said before grabbing hold of the rope and jumped off the wall. I slid down as the rope burned my hands, but right now, I just wanted to get away. I braced my feet against the wall and slid down quickly.

Once my feet hit the ground, I took off for the mesh hall. I started running as fast as my legs would carry me, leaving behind a confused Fang and a nightmare slowly making its way to the surface.

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