Fan fiction for maximum ride no reading:
I HATE fang, plain and simple. He is a smartass and a jerk and arrogant! He just asked me out in front of my mom. She knows boys don't ask me out and that fang is pretty good looking but she doesn't know he is my enemy. He hates me and I hate him. He is just doing this to embarrass me. We have pulled many pranks on each other but I hot glued his old spider man undies to his locker yesterday. He was laughed at all day and got detention for vandalism. He knows he is the most popular guy in school and can easily make me want to crawl under a rock. He is the star football player and girls think he is 'oh my gawd sooooo hot'! I am brought back to my mom pinching my arm.
"Honey you should go! You should get out. He is well behaved and good looking." She whispers but I know Fang heard.
"I don't think -"
"Nick she would love to go!" My mom gushes.
"Great I'll pick her up tomorrow at six." He smiles. He leaves with a horrible, diabolical grin. I glare at my mom and she looks at me confused.
"Mom, he hates me and I hate him! He torments me every second of the day!" I yell at her.
"Well, he thinks you are going so you are going with him. It won't be so bad, he is cute." My mom says.
"I'm not going!" I growl.
"Not even for twenty dollars?" she asks. My mom wants our family to look good. Ella has a boyfriend, my mom has a boyfriend, and I have never gone on a date and I'm seventeen.
"Fine!" I shout. I quickly run to my room and go to sleep.
I wake up and throw a brush at my hair put on skinny jeans and combat boots and a white t-shirt that says 'fun sized'. I walk to school because I missed the bus. I walk in to Mrs. Mingler's class right when the bell sounds and she looks at me angrily. I apologize and sit down. I look and see fang smirking at me and I glare at him. Time passes way too quickly for my liking all leading to my date with Fang. At lunch fang comes over and talks to me.
"I knew you loved me!" he laughs.
"My mom is paying me to go. She wants my family to look good." I say.
"It sounds like you are a whore. Being paid for pleasure." He laughs.
"It is not pleasure, its torcher." I growl.
"No, you love me and know it. I'm handsome, smart, fast, strong, and many more awesome things." He says.
"You need some pills and a mental institute to cure your insanity." I grumble. He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulders and I growl.
"Pick you up tonight at 6." He says. I claw his arm off me. School ends and I ride the bus home. Ella attacks me when I get through the front door.
"We have to get you ready for your date!" she screams.
"Why, I don't like Fang and I have two hours until he picks me up!" I shout right back.
"You have to look good. He may want to keep you!" she says excitedly as she drags me upstairs to her room. My room is in the basement. She ties me to a chair in her bathroom with duct tape!
"Ella let me go! I am going to kill you!" I scream at my annoying younger sister. She laughs and brushes my hair back. I feel duct tape cover my mouth and she laughs. She applies make up and straightens my brown hair with blonde highlights. She uncovers my mouth and profanities fall from my lips. She puts on lip-gloss and leaves me stuck to the chair. I look in the mirror and gasp. That can't be me in the mirror. The girl in the mirror is really pretty. Ella comes through the door with a dress.
"You like?" Ella laughs. I nod, she unties me and gives me the dress and makes me put it on. I put on the purple dress that stops an inch above my knees. It has only one shoulder strap, I love it. She gives me small high heels. I put them on and trip. She laughs and pushes me at the front door that opens. Fang catches me as I fall. He smirks down at me and I blush.
"You look beautiful," he says.
"Thanks," I whisper.
"I thought you didn't want to go on a date with me. Why are you so dressed up?" he asks.
"Ella duct taped me to a chair and forced this upon me." I laugh. He chuckles and leads me to his shiny car. We get to a five star restaurant and I gasp. He laughs and puts his arm around my waist.
"Move it or lose it." I snarl. I claw his arm off me. We sit down and order. He just stares at me and I blush.
"Where is the jerk I know? You see a pretty girl and just drool…..slut." I say with a smirk. He frowns.
"You dress up and expect guys not to look at you. You are practically naked you are the slut." He says. I feel a stab to the heart.
"I shouldn't have come. You are a jerk. I hate you." I growl. His face darkens and, when the next waiter passes Fang trips him and spaghetti splats on me. I gasp in horror. Fang chuckles and gets up.
"I guess it is time to leave." He says. We step up to his car and he looks at me, " you aren't getting in my car like that."
"What am I supposed to do?" I ask. He walks towards me and grabs my arms. "What are you doing?"
"You could take your dress off. That way you get a ride home and my car is clean." He says.
"What no!" I shout. He leans in and slurps up a spaghetti off me and I choke. I hit him and back off. I grab spaghetti and throw it at him and it splats on him. He growls and opens his car door then he leaves me in the parking lot. A guy walks out and I ask him where I am. He says I'm on 23rd street and I know my house is about five miles away.
"Do you need a ride?" he asks.
"That would be great." I say. He lets me in his car all gentle man like. He drives and I lead him. But, then he pulls onto a dark road. "Where are you going?"
"Just a rest stop." He says.
"If you don't want to drive me I'll walk." I say with my hand on the door handle. He stops me and pulls me over. He unbuckles my seat belt and throws me onto the back seat. He crawls in after me.
"I love pasta." He says and licks some of the sauce off me. His hand finds its way up my dress. He tears my under wear and I cry out. "Shhhhh," he says. His fingers try to push in me but I scream and shove his off me. I scream and open the door to the car and run. I fall on my knees because of the heels. I take off the heels and run away. I stop to breathe and hide. I see the guy in his car go down the road slowly looking for me. I cringe away from the car lights as he passes. When he is gone I run home. I drop the shoes and run to the shower. I throw away the wonderful dress and fall into a nightmare filled sleep.
