That bastard.
That evil little, no good, son of a bitch.
He knew I hated that damned loud music of his while I'm trying to study, but he just won't listen. Not that he ever listened to me in the first place. He just gave me that cocky 'I'm so hot' smirk and closes his curtains….ON ME! AP TRIG homework was easy shit, but thinking about killing your next door neighbor while making it look like an accident was multitasking, and I can't multi task worth a damn.
I would wring his neck with my bare hands and—
SNAP! There goes my last pencil folks. The only one I had and the only one I could scrounge up. And I didn't have a freaking pencil sharpener or a pen!
All I saw was red. Thoughts running through my head were: Kill, neighbor and asshole.
I ran to his house completely livid: my breath came out short, spine was erect with purpose and my hair getting in my face. I banged on the door hoping someone would hear what with the noise and all. And do you know who came to the door? I'll give you a moment to figure it out.
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Okay moment over.
To say the least it was Satan's spawn. The way too cocky bastard. The bane of my existence.
Fang.
Oh, but here comes the exciting part…he was shirtless. And hot damn did heave a nice chest. I know he's probably the most attractive guy at our school, what with his jet black hair, sea green eyes and well toned body and all, but sweet Jesus, I've never seen him shirtless before. I mean if you did, you'd probably get my dilemma.
"My eyes are up here Martinez and close your mouth, we don't want that pretty little mouth of yours catching flies now do we?" That shook me from my reverie.
"How would I know where your eyes are? I can barely tell which end is your face and which one is your ass." I snapped, wanting to slap that smirk off his face.
"You've been looking at my ass Martinez?" The smirk only grew wider.
"Don't flatter yourself. I'd rather eat rat poison then look at your ass Ride."
"Well clearly you didn't come here to talk about my ass, so what do you want?" he leaned on the door frame moving the bangs out of his eyes.
"Well clearly," I mocked, "your music is too damn loud so I need you to turn it down."
"I like my music loud, so why the fuck would I care what you need?"
"Do it or else I'll shove my foot so far up your ass you'll need it surgically removed." I gave him my most intimidating glare and he laughed. That little asshat laughed!
He wiped an imaginary tear and regained his composure now smirking…again. "Martinez, you and I both know you don't have a fighting bone in your body."
"How would you know?" Okay, now I am definitely offended! How the hell would he know?
"Because I do, and anyways even if you did, you still wouldn't be able to." He gave me another one of his famous smirks. What the hell is up with him and all this smirking anyways?
"Why not?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Because of this," He jumped back into his house and slammed the door.
In…my…face!
"WHY YOU LITTLE—"
The Following Morning
At times I can be the sweetest person in the world, well not exactly but you get my point. Sometimes I can even be a little hotheaded, but when you try to wake me up in the morning, I'm the meanest grouchiest bitch in the world. So don't ever, EVER, wake me up, especially when an ass of a neighbor keeps me up with his godforsaken music. So now I'm tired as hell because I had to stay up and finish the rest of my homework. Sleep is a beautiful thing to a teenage girl at times like this, but my family just doesn't seem to get that concept.
"MAX, GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL!"
That ladies and gents, is my sweet and kind sister Ella (note sarcasm).
I wanted to yell and say 'FORGET YOU! I NEED MY SLEEP SO GIVE ME LIKE 5 MORE MINUTES!' but what really came out of my mouth was something along the lines of "UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
"MAX I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL COME UPTHERE MYSELF AND WAKE YOU UP! DON'T JACK WITH ME THIS MORNING!"
"COME GET ME!" I replied and rolled over.
It was a blissful silence for a couple minutes and just as I was about to fall asleep—
"WAAAAAKKKKEEEE UUUUUUPPPP!" Ella screamed in my ear.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed and rolled off the bed clutching my racing heart. I was still trying to calm down when Ella came over to me.
"Told you not to jack with me. Now get up and get ready for school, I don't want to be late again because your ass decided not to get up." And with that she left me sprawled out on the floor staring daggers at her back. What Ella doesn't know is that Karma is a bitch. I will get my revenge.
After collecting myself of the floor, ate breakfast downstairs, took a hot shower, brushed my teeth and washed my face, I was finally ready to get dressed and then head out the door.
Now I am not that much into my appearance, mind you, so I put on whatever I felt like putting on in the morning. Today, I put on some hip-hugging bell bottom jeans, my chucks, and a baby blue t-shirt that said 'I'm Probably Not Listening To You'. My curly brown hair was okay, so I threw it up in a messy bun, but some irritating curls got in my face. They wouldn't stay so I kept them as is. I didn't own make-up and I sure as hell wasn't putting any of that stuff near my face. After making sure I looked decent enough, I grabbed my jacket, cell phone, and backpack and I was heading towards the door. Only there was one thing missing…my bitch of a sister. My Mom was already at work and I couldn't find Ella anywhere. It was after I searched the house twice and screamed her name oh so many times that I found the note sitting on the kitchen table.
It read 'U took too damn long. Hope u can catch a ride with someone. Luv ur great sister Ella.'
Now on the outside you probably would've thought I was calm, cool and collected, but on the inside I was screaming 'THAT BITCH! SCREW HER!' This gives me even more purpose to get sweet, sweet revenge. And what the hell was up with her grammar? Sometimes I swear I was born with a monkey for a sister. The main problem however was not Ella; it was me finding a ride, so I can haul my ass to school.
I ran outside and saw Fang's car still in the driveway….and that's when it hit me.
Oh hell to the no.
But it was the only way I could get to school. I walked towards his house, colorful swear words streaming out my mouth; cursing Ella all the way there. He came out the door just as I took the first step on the porch. He looked hot to say the least. I've never really got this close to him unless I was screaming at him or having our usual banter. At those times I'm usually oblivious, only trying to make sure I one-up him in the comeback category. But now that I was closer I noticed he was wearing a black skin tight t-shirt, that showed all his muscles. Jeans that weren't tight and rode low on his hips perfectly, so that if he stretched you could see his beautiful abs and that muscular 'v' that guys have. He also added some combat boots to the mix. His hair also had that sexy just-rolled-out-of-bed look, which he probably did anyways. God where have I been living all this time? Under a rock? How the hell could I not see that Fang was, dare I say it…..hot.
But I did not give him the satisfaction of me checking him out. I hid my emotions well and spoke calm and firm.
"Ride, give me a lift to school, the bitch I call a sister left me." I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked my hip to the side.
"Now why would I do that?" He cocked one eyebrow waiting for my answer.
"Because I need the damn lift to school!" I said, exasperated.
"Now come on Martinez, you can do better than that."
"What the hell do you want from me?"
He thought for a moment, "beg."
"Excuse me?"
"Get down on your knees and beg."
"You little—"
"Now now Maxie, that isn't the way you should talk to the guy with the car."
"Fine." I grumbled curse words under my breath and got down on my knees. I grasped one of his hands and said in the most sarcastic tone I could muster, "Fang. Sweet, sweet Fang. It would be such an honor if you could give me a ride to school, that way both of our asses won't be late."
"Hmmm. I'll ignore the sarcasm for now and you do make a good point." With that he headed to his car with me following in tow.
Now school is about a thirty minute drive from home, so I had to spend thirty freaking minutes with Fang in his car alone. And that little experience was pure hell. It was mainly consisted of this:
Awkward silence.
Fang turned the music up way too loud.
Me complaining and yelling
Fang turning it up even louder.
Me shoving him.
Us almost dying.
Fang calling me an idiot.
Me calling him an asshole.
Fang telling me to shut up.
Me telling him to go screw himself.
Fang telling me I'm annoying.
Me telling him he's a bastard
Us arriving at school.
That is why Me+Fang+Car+Alone= A freaking disaster.
Well my morning was shot to hell. Can this day get any worse?
