"Iggy, watch them carefully," I ordered

"Iggy, watch them carefully," I ordered.

He nodded. "Will do. Max, try to have fun. It's JJ's birthday party."

Yes. The JJ from the school we went to two years ago.

Oh yeah. I'm sixteen, I have recently saved the world, and when we moved back to Virginia, I met back up with JJ. She invited me to her sweet sixteen.

We were looking for a house right now, so for now, our house was a cave.

Why don't you go live with your mother, you may ask.

I didn't want to put her and Ella in danger. Mom promised she would help us by buying us a house, and she would give me access to her accounts, if we promised to come visit at least once a month.

I, of course, agreed.

Since we looked that old, Fang, Iggy, and I were registered as eighteen. That way, we were considered adults and old enough to take care of the younger ones without getting in trouble.

Fang was technically named Nicholas Michael Lawrence. Catchy, huh?
I was Maxine Marie Davis. Shoot me, please?
Iggy was James Marcus McGregor.

I had told him if he got to choose my name, I got to choose his. That was a bad idea on both parts.

Fang got a name he was okay with.

I sighed and looked at Fang. "Are you ready?"
Neither one of us were happy about this. I mean, sure, JJ's party, but we weren't enjoying the fact Lissa and Sam were going to be there.

I had explained to everyone about a million times we weren't siblings.

Seeing Lissa and Sam at school was bad enough. I mean, I saw Lissa and Fang kissing again just last week.

Everyone knew we were only supposed to be juniors, so we had to stay in school.

We were registered as Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel. Our real names.

He knew I hated him and Lissa being together. I had told him.

So, I had done the only thing I knew possible.

I started dating Sam again.

Fang was so pissed. I had never seen him so pissed. He still was.

I mean, come on. I had told him two years ago I hated the fact I saw him with Lissa, and he told me he didn't like seeing me with Sam.

Does he want me or not?
A girl can never tell.

He nodded slightly. "Let's just get this thing over with."
Angel and Nudge forced us to go shopping earlier that day. I mean, come on. Why?

I was wearing a plaid miniskirt and a solid black tank top.

Why did Fang get to wear jeans? They had gotten him some dark blue jeans and a black tee shirt with American Idiot written across it in white letters. They had gotten him a hair cut, and he had a Mohawk an inch tall. He also got to wear a black pair of converse.

I was stuck with flip flops. They were cool too, I guess.

I had gotten a hair cut too. My light brown hair was now shoulder length and layered. Some of my bangs were three inches long, and my other bangs were as long as the layers around it.

I actually liked it.

They had straightened it, and according to Nudge, I looked hot.

Fang had just stared at me. Iggy, who could now see, said he saw why he would catch Fang drooling over me.

Sexist pig.
"You could be a little happier," I said angrily.

He scowled. "Well, I don't exactly want to be here," he mumbled. We both walked off.

We couldn't fly. Nudge had made me wear a tight shirt, so "it would show my every curve and make me look sexy."

I hated the fact that her and Angel were girly girls.

Thanks God JJ's house wasn't far off.

We actually got there within a minute.

I walked inside, and I was immediately greeted by Sam and JJ. Fang's jaw locked, and he walked off.

"In Fang language, that means happy birthday, but I just feel like being an ass hole," I informed her.
Sam grinned. "I'm sorry," he said with a smile.

I shrugged. "Not your fault."
Was it weird to be extremely thirsty?

"I'm going to be right back. I'm going to get a drink," I said. JJ nodded, but Sam shook his head.

"I've got you one," he said as he handed me a can of Mountain Dew. I smiled and I opened it.
That's when I looked up and my heart was broken. Fang was making out with Lissa. God.

Can't he see that I love him? I want to be the one in his arms. I want to be the one he's always wanting to be around.

I want to be the one he kisses.

What hurts the most is knowing I could've been. I once was. But I pushed him away, and now, you see where we are.

I chugged the Mountain Dew can, and I crushed it in my hand. When I felt pain, I knew I had just done something stupid.

"Uh, Max, your hand is bleeding," Sam said nervously.

JJ just stared. "The bathroom is upstairs. I'll take that," she said as she carefully took the bloody can from my hands.

"I'm gonna go get you…another drink," Sam said before walking off.

I sighed and looked at my hand. "It'll be better by tomorrow," I whispered.

I started to walk up the stairs when Fang pulled back from Lissa and saw my hand.

"Max," he said as he ran over to me. I just stared blankly at him. "What did you do this time?"
Tears filled my eyes. "Saw something that broke my heart," I whispered. I ran upstairs, and I heard footsteps behind me.

"Max!" he called. I walked into the bathroom, and I started running water over my hand. "What happened?"
"Nothing," I lied. "It's not like my feelings matter to you anyway."
That must've hurt. He actually showed me what he was feeling. He was feeling pain. Good.

"Max, why would you say that?" he asked softly.

"Hmm, let's see," I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. "It couldn't be the fact that you're making out with Lissa. And it couldn't be the fact you haven't said hardly anything to me in the past week!"

"What?" he asked as I shut off the water. "I've talked to you. And what does she have to with anything? You're the one who's here with Sam!"
"Only because you're with her," I said as I spun around to face him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks now. "And that's not important."
"So, you're saying it's okay for you to be with someone else, but no! Fang has to go around chasing Max forever! The world doesn't revolve around you!" he hissed before storming out.

I looked in the mirror, and I fixed my hair. No one ever said it did.

The bleeding had already stopped. I took a deep breath, and I wiped the tears away.

You couldn't even tell I had been crying.

I see why he said that. He doesn't know why I'm here with him.

He just doesn't get it.

I angrily walked downstairs, and I wasn't shocked to see them together. I was shocked to see they weren't making out.

Sam handed me my Mountain Dew, and I chugged it. I felt kinda funny…

Oh God. What time is it?

My head was throbbing. Why did my head hurt so badly?
What happened last night?
I went to a party. That's all I remember. Me and Fang walked into the party, we fought, and then, I forget everything else.

My eyes fluttered open, and I didn't recognize where I was. I was in a bed. That's…odd. It looked like a hotel.

Why was I in a hotel?

I looked out the window beside me, and I saw it was raining. The curtains were slightly open, and I shivered.

I realized then that I wasn't wearing anything.

I looked back into the window, and I saw in the reflection…someone was beside me.

I turned and saw Fang. He wasn't wearing anything either.

I shrieked and I scrambled out of bed.

I slipped on some underwear, some sweats, and I frantically looked around for my bra and a shirt. Either my tank or…anything.

Oh God.