It was not long before the pair made it to the high school. All the students were walking in a particularly non-jovial mood.

They all hated school. Sure, they got to see their friends a lot more at school, which in and if itself was something to be happy about. But in all honesty, they hated the sheer idea of going for classes. They were beyond boring.

As such, several students were outside and also as well inside, enjoying the one thing that made high school survivable. Human contact.

As Max and Rose walked in through the front door with some of the students noticing the new kid and commenting on him.

Voice 1: Hey, is that the new kid?

Voice 2: Yeah. I heard he was....

Voice 3: Hmph. Fresh meat.

Otherwise, the majority of the students did not mind him, and neither did Max them.

He had been through it so many times that his fear of being insulted by an unknown voice had basically vanished from his heart.

Rose looked at him with concern and was shocked to see him unbothered.

Rose: Are you ok?

Max: Yeah.

Rose: Oh. Well... I meant...

Max: Yeah. It's fine. Nothin' to worry about.

He pulled out a toothy smile to her, and Rose giggled.

Max: See!

Rose: Yes, yes, I see.

Voice 1: What a weirdo!

Voice 2: I know, right?

That voice had come from a girl. But it still failed to unnerve him.

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Max: In any case, where can I find my locker?

Rose: Oh. I'll help. Which number is it?

Max rummaged through his bag to get his student documents, which also had his locker room number.

Max: Number....

It was at that moment, as Max was looking down, trying to read his documents, that a girl walked up in front of the both of them.

Max intitally ignored her. He believed she would walk away soon enough but was somewhat shocked to hear Rose speak.

Rose: Oh my gosh. Tiff. Hi!

Rose's voice was bright and chirpy as she spoke.

She seemed incredibly happy to see this person. Max immediately rationalised that they were friends.

He had initially decided, after getting to know her better, that her friends were probably just as nice as her. Therefore, trying to find a friend would be as easy as meeting her friends.

As he raised up his head to say hello. He took a moment to gaze upon her.

She was about Rose's height. She was also of a fair complexion. Blond hair with a bob cut and blue eyes. Clad in a black shirt and a white skirt.

What completely set him off, however, was the look in her eyes. Rose's eyes were bright, shining, and inviting. This girls eyes were, well, not cold, nor did they view him as worthless or beneath her.

Her eyes just didn't seem to care about him. To top it all off, there wasn't a smile on her face as she looked at him. In a sense, she just wasn't bothered by him. Not in the least.

It was that insane difference from what he'd expected that shocked him.

Tiffany: Hey.

She greeted her flatly.

Rose rushed to her side and gave her a side hug. One which Tiff did not return. She simply remained there. Shrugging.

Rose: Oh my gosh! Max! This is my best friend, Tiffany!

Best friends, no less. That was an even bigger shocker.

The pair were best friends.

Tiffany: Hey.

Max: Hey.

Max answered while questioning as to what in the hell was going on.

Name: Tiffany Chang

Age: 15

Description: Toughest girl you'll ever meet

Occupation: Student

Fact: If you see Tiffany smiling, you may have just maxed out your good luck for the rest of the day.

The girl lay out her hand.

Tiffany: Tiffany Chang

And Max shook it.

Max: Max Hunter

Rose was beside herself with excitement as he shook her hand.

Rose: Oh. I'm sure you two will just hit it off.

Rose made a few girly squeals.

Tiffany looked back at Rose uninterestedly while Max remained in shock. He thought these two were absolute opposites.

Tiffany: Could you excuse us, Max?

Max: Uhhh... excuse?

Tiffany: Yeah, just for a little while.

There wasn't a hint of manipulation or fear in her voice. She was being completely direct with him.

He had to admit. One thing these girls had in common was the fact that Max had never in his life met anything quite like either of them.

Tiffany was the most direct girl he'd ever met, and Rose was the sweetest girl he'd ever met. All in all, he remained there, trying to understand this situation.

Max: Sure...

He still did not know what to think.