Fang is a Stud
FPOV
God Damn, today was hot. Sweat was pouring down my face in buckets, but then again, I was sitting outside in direct contact with the sun in only my swimming trunks. I am working on my already perfect tan, ok that's a lie I am not working on my tan I am working on my perfect blog, my blog, my baby, my awesomely awesome personal web site. Everyone who is anyone at school is on there all the time and especially the whole flock. Max freaked out over it at first but then again, she freaks over everything. Max was almost perfect, except she freaked and doesn't like me doing anything out of the law or with another girl. That totally meant that my current girlfriend Sammy and I were strictly on the low. We never really hung out in public and she never ever came over to the house. Sam and I went on private dates, and had sex her parent's house. Her parents were never home due to her mom being a model and her dad a CIA agent, so we never had to be worried about getting caught. The lap top on my lap started to rise, God Dammit, could I not get a break in my life. I either looked after the flock, hid my secret life, or tried to calm Max down all the time. Seriously I could swear that I never had time to myself. But my secret life was more than just Sam, it was Max. I liked Max ok more than liked, I loved her. Max was my every fantasy, she crowded my dreams and flaunted through my memories. Everything that she has done for the flock and for me just made me like her more. She was there for me when Ari slashed my stomach, and when my parents couldn't be found, she was there when we ran away and saved me from many bad things. I had also been there for her, I was there when Jeb told her that she was his daughter and her brother was Ari, I was there when all her plans went to shit, and when Itex had her in an anti-depress chamber. But all that was over with, and now that we had time to just be ourselves, she goes all teenage love puppy on me.
She 'fell in love' with Dylan Baker, a senior at Mar Vista High School. Dylan was 6'2'', had black hair with blue eyes. He was also captain of the football team, starting quarterback, and he was not only team MVP but all state MVP. Dylan could go out with any girl he wanted to but of course he had to choose my Max. So naturally Dylan and I hate each other. I tried out for football one year, only to find out that it wasn't in my best interest to be around Dylan that much. Max and Dylan have been going out for about 6 months now. They started dating about 3 weeks after we got all settled in with Max's friend Ella and her mother. The Martinez' were nice people, and Ella's mom sure could cook. Just then Ella interrupted my day dreaming by yelling right next to my ear "Fang, Hello in there, wake up! Dinner is ready!" Wow that girl sure had a set of lungs on her. After the ringing had stopped in my ears I saved my work, shut down the laptop, and trudged to the house to go eat dinner.
Yeah dinner was good, but the presence of Dylan at the same table as me was way too much. Max's left hand was constanly below the table, making me wondering what she was doing. I couldn't get it out of my head that I should be in Dylan's place. I should be the one sitting next to her and whispering 'I love you' in her ear. I quickly excused myself from the table as soon as I was done eating. Ella piped up and said "Fang there is cookies on racks, go ahead and grab some if you are leaving." Damnit they knew me too well. If there was dessert to be found I would find and eat all of it. But hey what teenage boy wouldn't eat all dessert in site. Oh that's right, Dylan wouldn't. I hate that kid so much that it pains me to think about him and Max together.
After I finished shoving my face and hands full of double chocolate chip cookies, I retreated to my room and to my laptop. I put on a pair of basketball shorts and lounged on my bed thinking of what I could do to my blog. Of course like usual I couldn't come up with anything. So I decided to start a journal. My computer was locked and you needed passwords and photo ID to get into everything. Hell I even had a pass card so that you could log on. Max had one but she never ever used it, she had her own laptop that she could worry about. Maria Martinez bought Max, Iggy and I all brand new Ipad laptops. They were weird at first and then I loved them, I of course hooked mine up to the latest satellites and computer intelligence because I have this thing about having to be connected all the time. Max had me hook hers up to all web, and teenage girl things. Such as Seventeen, MTV, Vouge and all other things that teenage girls looked at. Little did Max know, I had her secretly hooked up to my computer, I could see exactly what she was looking at, at all times. I could also tap into her webcam and see what she was doing. A handy little tool for when I needed porn. Max had the body of a goddess and she knew it. She often spent hours in front of her computer in little more than skimpy lingerie. My favorite part of any day was to check up on her and see what she was doing. But hey she would never ever know about it.
Max and Dylan made the perfect couple, or that's what everyone says. Max became the envy of all girls in school when Dylan invited her to the Homecoming dance. He invited her in the middle of the lunchroom, kneeling in front of her at the lunch table she was sitting at. I stood there riveted to the floor as if by nails, while Dylan recited lyrics to her favorite song. Unknown to me was that this little campaign to win Max's heart had started weeks before. A flower in a locker here, a special note in a book there, they were all little things that opened her heart for the taking. Things that I would have never thought about doing, because Max would never be mine.