"Wait Max! We weren't doing anything!" Fang's usually deep, mysterious voice sounded panicked.
"Oh you weren't doing anything? I don't think I can believe you Fang." I said and spun on my heel toward the school's door.
"Max! Please listen!" Fang called after me but I had already jumped onto my black motorcycle. Yes, I have a motorcycle and not a car because I don't want to look like a snobbish bitch. My dad and mom are one of the most famous people. My dad's a scientist and my mom's a vet. They had given me a hot pink car for my 16th birthday but I had them return it. I hate pink so freaking much.
"Listen to what?" My mind was turning and I almost couldn't see from the adrenalin in my head. I was so mad at Fang I just wanted to punch his perfect face. So I did.
"Max!" Fang clutched the eye I punched him in.
"Good-bye." I said short and sweetly. My engine was running so I sped off. Everyone in the courtyard had been watching but I ignored them. All I could think about was how I was going to explain to my parents I punched my ex-boyfriend in the eye. Oh well. I'll suck it up. I whipped out my blackberry and called one of my best friends, Nudge.
"Hello! Nudge speaking!" the hyper 17-year-old girl squealed into the phone.
"It's Max." I said getting into my car and buckled up.
"Max! What's wrong? You sound upset?" Nudge asked me.
"Yeah well I just found Fang sucking faces with Lissa in the supply closet. And I punched Mr. Cheater in the eye." I said sounding guilty and proud at the same time.
"ZOMG! Where is he? I'm going to kill him! Oh! Maybe we can give him a makeover while he's sleeping! What's your dad gonna say? ZOMG! Valencia is going to flip out!" Nudge finished her rant in one breath.
"It's fine. Just expect me to be one you front step tonight." I knew that it was dangerous to go to Nudge's house but she was my only hope. Whenever Nudge has a sleepover, there's a makeover involved.
"K! GTG! Bye Max!" Nudge said and hung up. I stared at it for a sec then drove home.
"I'm home!" I yelled to whoever.
"I'm in the kitchen, Maximum!" my dad's new girlfriend called.
"What the (insert a curse word) lady? I told you my name's Max!" I shouted.
"Max, we need to talk!" Jeb's voice came from our living room. I groaned and slugged to the couch.
"What?" I grumbled and glared at my dad. I hate my dad. I seriously do! He moved on from the fact my mom had just died and yet he has a new girlfriend.
"I just got a call from your school. You punched a boy in the eye? Let alone it was Fang? What were you thinking?" Jeb yelled at me. I just lounged back in my chair and looked at my nails with fake interest.
"I was thinking I was going to give him a black eye." I said in a duh tone.
"That is not acceptable!" Jeb yelled. And that's when I snapped.
"OH you think that was not acceptable? What about you? You're the one that threw away Mom when she died! As soon as she was buried, you went to a club, got drunk, and brought home a slut!" I yelled in his face and pointed to Valencia. Jeb turned pale when I advanced him. Good boy.
"Please Max! Try to understand!" Jeb begged.
"Understand? You bastard! Why would I listen to you? You make crappy decisions and act like a complete jerk! Why would anyone even think of marrying you? I feel bad for mom now having to deal with your freaking problems! I'm out of here!" I continue shouting at Jeb. I was done with his crap. I was running away from home.