Hey, I'm back. SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! But I had trouble with getting the momentum going. If anyone has any tips on that, help? Tell me if its crap, but only if you can tell me whats crap and how to fix it. Well, here it is.
Chapter 2
Fang POV-
"Fang, Fang, Fang, FANG!" I gritted my teeth, attempting to ignore yet another hormonal bimbo.
Now or never Fang. I pivoted on a black converse clad foot. A bubbly blonde skidded to a stop a few feet away. She twisted a ringlet round her perfectly manicured finger. Yeah, I know what a manicure is. She grinned.
"Oh, hey Fang, you must not have heard me. Silly goose. So, I was wondering if you'd walk me to the office, because, yah know, the pen-pal thingy mahoot." She gave an irritating giggle. I smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"So, anyway, here's my number. Just in case you get bored." She gave what I'm saying is her signature giggle. I plucked it from her outstretched hand.
"I'll put it with the rest." I said with a smirk, sticking it in the pocket of my black Levis.
"FANGYPOO!" Iggy raced up to me, I wondered when the psychotic friend would be making an entrance. He put on his gay voice, not that he's gay, no offense to gays.
"Oh, Fangums, I'm ever so glad I found you! I've been looking all over. Who's this! He screeched. "You're trying to take my Fangums away from me! How could you Fang! I thought what we had *sob sob* was special!" Oh Iggy, I really do hate you.
On the upside the blonde was backing away cautiously. She muttered a few vowels before literally sprinting down the halls. I smirked at Iggy, except he wasn't there. He was already chatting up some poor, unsuspecting cheerleader. Only for the smart cookie to slap him. Hard. Iggy came limping over to me like a lost puppy, clutching his red cheek.
"Number 19?" He nodded. Iggy made up 100 or so chat up lines. As you can see. They're not the best.
"Yeah." He said hyperactively. "She gave me her number. Or rather you her number. But I don't think you should call her too. I mean, dude. You already have quite a few goodies lined up." I held out my hand. Unwillingly he handed me it.
Brianna, 909-289-460 ;)
I put in my pocket along with Giggles number.
"So, Fang. We need to give those smexy office ladies our names. I can tell them you want to be called Fang, while you put away our bags and whatnots. M'kay honey dearest?" I nodded.
He threw his messenger bag into me and I almost gave an audible 'oof', almost. He sauntered off down the packed hallway. The final bell had already rung. Plugging in my solid black I-pod, I slunk down the hallway.
"Fang, bro!" I looked up. Ari thumped my shoulder.
"Who'd ya get man? I got some dude called Chicken Turkey. I wanted a chick though. If you catch my drift." I raised an eyebrow. I swear, he's worse than Iggy.
"Ig's getting ours." Ari nodded. He thumped me on the shoulder again.
"Good luck mate. May the force be with you." I groaned, he winked and Iggy came over giggling. All usual.
"Fang, here's your lovely info. You got some dude called Max. I put you down as your High Lord of Fangalicioness."
Wait WHAT! I turned on Iggy so fast I almost got whiplash.
"What." I ground out in a low, dangerous, and as the girls say, sexy, voice. Iggy, the nerve of him, just grinned. I pivoted, and thundered down to the office, ignoring all the winks, giggles and other whatnots. I slammed the office door open. The newbie behind the desk grinned.
"I'm going to go out on a whim, and say that you want to change your name from His High lord of Fangalicioness?" I nodded tersely.
"Fang." I muttered.
"Sorry hunny, but that's not much better. But, to each their own." She typed it in rather fast.
"Okay." She mused. "It may take a few hours for the update to register. So, when the New Yorkers get the names it'll still be what your friend put. But when your pen-pal collects your address, it'll just say Fang on the register. Okay hunny?" Great. I swear to god imma crucify Iggy.
-Time Lapse by a few days-
"Fangtard, mail!" That would be my sister Monique. She kicked my door open and Frisbee threw a white envelope onto my ebony bed. I stuck my finger in and shredded the top open. It was just a few pieces of paper written on with a pen. Must be from Max.
Hey Fang.
I'm Max, short for Maximum, I'm a girl, and I guess I'm your pen-pal. I'm a senior (No freaking duh) and live with my mum and sisters in NY, as you know.
My little sis, Angel, (she's 6) thinks we should play 20 questions. Heres the rules. No question bar the question. We each get 20 questions. Blah blah blah.
Any complaints and I will find out where you live and set the neighbourhood slut on you (this is where I smile sweetly. Oh, and we have to answer our own question. So we don't ask stupid stuff. I'll start off easy.
What
What's your favourite colour? Mines blue and black.
Lots of fake love-
Max.
She had her address on the envelope so i grabbed some pen and paper to reply. Hmm, Max is a girl. From what I gathered it suits her. I racked my head for a question. Got it!
Sup, I'm Fang.
I like black-
Sorry it took so long! I really struggled with this one. But I'll improve. If anyone has any tips on Fangs POV, PLEASE TELL!
Blue-Songbirds.
