Max POV

I curled my hair in loose strands around my head. I was going out with Sam and Dylan tonight. They've been crushing on me all year long, since I first moved to this school in September. How was I going to attempt dating two boys for one night? Easy. I would date one from one time to another, and the other for the rest of the night. Afterwards, I would pick the guy I liked most and break up with the other. Problem solved.

I wasn't heartless, but I wasn't going to completely date both of them at the same time. That would be unfaithful and wrong. Since I was cheated on a few times, I would know a lot about that. Dylan and Sam were nice guys, I just didn't know which one to pick.

So anyway, Sam said that he was taking me to the amazing Olive Garden. My dress was a deep purple that went to mid-thigh with medium length sleeves and a loose black studded belt. My shoes were cute little black strappy heels. I smeared some Piño Colada flavored lip gloss onto my lips (its my favorite) before grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

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Sam was waiting for me outside. He was wearing a green button up shirt with light blue jeans.

"Hi, Max. Ready to go?" Sam smiled at me. He was a sweet kid.

"Yup. Let's go." I got into his white Honda and Sam drove off.

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"So..." I began. Sam laughed and nudged my knee with his underneath the table. I grinned and opened my mouth to say something when a throat was cleared. I looked up to see the most physically attractive boy I've ever seen.

His hair was black and he had longish bangs in an emo style, but it looked cool on him. He had olive toned skin and a muscular, slender build. His eyes were a deep onyx with golden flecks. Wow. I think I must have been staring, because another waiter across the isle chuckled. I blushed, looking down.

"I'm Fang. I'll be your waiter today." The guy spoke, looking at me. Sam smiled tightly. Fang took out a notepad and pen. "Drinks?"

Fang POV

Damn, that girl was really hot. Her golden blonde curls were framing her heart shaped face, with high cheekbones and warm, chocolate brown orbs. Her dress was hugging every single curve of her body. I blinked a bit, realizing that we were staring at each other.

From behind me, Iggy chuckled. I had the urge to turn around and glare, but I composed myself. "I'm Fang, I'll be your waiter today." I said, keeping my eyes on the girl. I took out a notepad and pen. "Drinks?" I asked.

The girl looked baffled for a moment, before glancing at her menu. "Non-virgin Piño Colada." She said, her voice smooth like silk. I was mesmerized, writing the order down, before realizing she meant non-virgin, meaning alcohol.

"Max, you're under aged." The boy she was sitting with said. So her name was Max. It suited her. Max rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Sam, live a little." Max smiled. The guy, Sam, pursed his lips.

"Whatever, I'll have a Coke." Sam said. I wrote it down and looked at Max.

"You know, usually, I need an ID to give someone alcohol." I said. Max smiled up at me, blinking her brown eyes.

"Well, maybe you could make an exception?" She asked. I gulped slightly, writing down her order.

"Anything for a very pretty girl." I whispered, winking at her before walking off into the bar to get the drinks.

Max POV

"Anything for a very pretty girl." He whispered, winking at me before walking off into the bar to get the drinks. I stared after him. What a nice butt.

"So, Max..." Sam tried to get my attention. I turned to look at him. Sam was about to say something when a tall boy with strawberry blonde hair waltzed up to our table. I realized that he was the same waiter who chuckled while I was staring at Fang.

"Hey, do you mind if I borrow that extra set of silverware, babe?" He asked. I gave it to him. He winked and walked off to another table. Sam sighed.

"It seems as though every guy is hitting on you, and we're on a date." He laughed slightly. I rolled my eyes, grinning.

"It's fine, Sam. I haven't forgotten you." I shook my head at him. Sam smiled. Fang suddenly returned with our drinks, a salad, and breadsticks. Yay!

"Here you are. A coke, Non-virgin Piño Colada, salad, and breadsticks. You two want cheese?" He asked after setting our drinks and breadsticks down. We both nodded and he started to add cheese to the salad. "Tell me when."

"Stop." Sam said. I shook my finger at him. There was only a tiny bit of cheese. Sam laughed.

"Keep going, Fang." I smiled. Fang gave me a half smile and kept adding cheese. "Perfect!" I exclaimed. Fang put the bowl on our table. "Thanks. I think we're ready to order. Sam?" Fang took out his notepad and pen.

"Um, I'll have the lasagna. Max?" Sam gestured.

"I'll have the chicken Parmesan, with a plate of mozzarella sticks, and marinara sause, and uh, what the heck! Lasagna!" I ordered. Fang laughed as he wrote the order down, while Sam gaped at me.

"I'll also take some of those fried mushrooms... are those appetizers?" I asked. Fang smiled.

"Yeah. Two orders of fried mushrooms then?" He asked. I grinned brightly.

"Correct, my friend." I laughed. Fang wrote that down and left to place our orders. Sam was still gaping at me. "What?"

"I didn't expect you to eat much," he said, taking a sip of his Coke. I laughed, taking two gulps of my drink. That's goooood stuff.

"Yeah, well, having a mile time of 5:25 means calories. Lots of calories!" I informed him. Sam nodded silently. Well this was awkward. It was never awkward with Sam before. It was usually just a good time, a happy time. But actually being on a date made it kind of weird. I ate a breadstick while Sam picked at his salad.

Sooner than I expected, Fang returned with my mushrooms. I loved him for breaking the awkward silence. "Here you go. Is there anything else that you need?" He asked. I handed him my empty glass.

"Refill, please?" I smiled timidly. Fang laughed, a wonderful sound, and grinned at me.

"Sure, Max. I'll bring more breadsticks too. You're munching on those like no tomorrow." He said. I blushed deep red, watching him again as he left.

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"That's it! Max, you aren't into me." Sam exclaimed after Fang left with our empty plates. I looked at him sadly.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I just... its too weird." I said. Sam sighed.

"Good. I thought so too. I just, think we're better off as friends, okay?" He asked. I smiled.

"Sure Sam." I looked at the bill. It was exactly $120. "Let's split the bill." I said. I dug through my bra and pulled out $60. Sam looked at me funny. "What?" He just laughed. I smiled and we walked out of the restaurant.

Just as we entered the parking lot, a voice rang out. "Max! wait!" The strawberry blonde boy from earlier waved my black purse in the air. I took it from him once he reached me.

"Thanks!" I said, smiling. The boy grinned.

"No problem. By the way, I'm Iggy. See you at school, Max." He said, walking back inside. I scrunched my eyebrows. Okay...

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When I got home, it was around 8:00pm. So I had thirty minutes until Dylan showed to pick me up. Unlike Sam, Dylan didn't tell me where we were going. So I had no idea.

I sighed and looked through my purse for some gum. Instead, I found a small piece of note paper. Huh. I opened the folded piece of paper up.

In case your date didn't end well,

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Fang.

I smiled. Score! If my date with Dylan didn't go well, Fang was always a verrry alluring option. I heard a honk outside my house. Ooh.

Time for round 2.

That is the first chappie of three. Hope you liked it, rate and review!

-Mick :D