So the response for this was actually good so I decided to be a nice little writer and update again. I'm in a good mood cause I finally got my haircut since the last time (which was for my birthday in April) so yay to that. Double yay points for me! :D
So the next few chapters are gonna be real short. And I mean reaaalllly short but that's just so you can all get a taster for how this story is gonna go and shit. So yeah.
Fang P.O.V
"Okay class, off you go." Mrs Jacobs finally signalled the beginning of lunch and I grabbed my school bag, hurrying out the classroom and into the crowded corridor.
"So dude, I heard that you and Lissa hooked up at Dylan's party last Friday." And arm slung over my shoulder as my best mate Iggy acknowledged the fast spreading rumour. I sometimes wonder why rumours spread so fast. I seriously worry about my peer's futures if they have nothing better to do than meddle in other people's business. It does worry me knowing that one of these people I am forced to associate with, will one day be the prime minister of this country. So maybe that's pushing it a little far, but somebody's gotta do it right?
"No we did not Iggy…"
"Seriously Fang? I thought you would've at least kissed her! She's a total babe!"
I cleared my throat and pushed away from him, flicking my naturally black hair away from my face only for it to fall back over my left eye not a second later. "Not my type."
I walked into the cafeteria with Iggy following behind me, gawking at me mindlessly.
"You should close your mouth, you look like you're trying to catch flies…" He glares at my remark and pulls out a chair at one of the tables. The chair scraped as I pulled one out and sat down next to him, pulling out my lunch and taking a long gulp of orange juice before turning to look at Iggy. When I did, he was staring off at something in the distance, too focused on whatever it is to notice me stealing a handful of his cafeteria specialty chips. Have I mentioned that the food at this school is not the best?
I followed his gaze and my eyes landed on the girls from English class.
Max.
"You like her?" I questioned Iggy as I nudged him.
He mumbled back almost incoherently, eyes still glued to the girls sitting two tables away from us. I watched on as Max's friend talked animatedly to her, whilst Max picked at a piece of chicken from a sandwich miserably. "Who?"
"Max." I replied.
Astonished, he turned to face me. "What no! She scares me."
"Scares you!" I spluttered, trying not to laugh. The thought itself was amusing. Whilst Max might be tall for her age, there was nothing remotely intimidating about her. Unless you count a glare colder than this town in winter. And let me tell you, that's pretty fucking cold. Iggy was much taller than her and he had lots of muscle from when he had gone on a fitness craze. That lasted about a week. He cracked by the end of the week and I had entered his bedroom to find him stuffing his face with endless amounts of toffee and chocolate whilst watching a marathon of friends.
He glared at me fiercely. "Yes. She's mean and she scares me. She threatened to castrate me all because I stole her paintbrush in art."
I chuckled. "What did you do?"
He glared again. "Well obviously I gave it back. That body part is way too important to me. Plus, the chicks love it…" He winked at gestured around the room at all the girls eating their lunch.
"Iggy, I hate to break it to you… but you're still a virgin."
He pressed a finger against his lips, drawn tightly shut. "Shhhh!" He hissed, "They must never know!"
I ignored him and followed his gaze once more. "So what, you like the friend?"
"Monique…" He corrected me, smiling slightly as he watched her wave her arms around in a drastic gesture. He wiped his hands on his school trousers and spoke up again. "Her name's Monique. She's in my psychology class…"
"So?"
"So what?"
"So… just ask the girl out."
Iggy turned to me, then to Monique, then back to me. "Are you insane?"
"Probably."
He ignored my jab and continued to stare at Monique. "She's so pretty. Look at her."
"I have."
"No Fang. No look at her."
"I am…"
"No Fang! I mean, really look at her. Really, really look at her."
"I have." I ground out through gritted teeth. "And right now you're acting like a love sick puppy. . . Ask her out."
"But she'll say no."
"She won't. She's been watching you all lunch."
"Yes she will Fang. I know it." Iggy whined.
"Ask her out." This guy was seriously trying my patience.
He opened his mouth to object again and I smacked my hand on the table.
"Now." My teeth were grinding against each other as I tried to keep hold of the last trace of patience. See, this is another reason as to why I don't have more friends. If they were anything like Iggy, they'd be dead within minutes. It's a wonder Iggy's lasted this long in my company.
He wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers again, chewed his lip nervously and stood up, marching over to the table.
I could vaguely see the girl – Monique- glance up at a nervous Iggy. They conversed and a shy grin spread across her face. She raised a caramel coloured hand and tugged at a loose ringlet anxiously. Tuning them out, I picked at Iggy's chips and waited.
A hand slammed down on the table causing me to knock my bottle of juice all over the table.
I glanced up angrily to see Iggy grinning ecstatically at me.
"Dude… she said yes."
"That's great."
"I told you she'd say yes. I told you!" he exclaimed.
I opened my mouth to object before settling for a quick, "Whatever Ig, whatever. Now hand me some napkins." He hurried off gleefully and came back a minute later carrying an armful of napkins. He dropped them on the table and swished them about before plopping back down in his seat.
And that's how I spent the rest of lunch, listening to Iggy chatter about Monique whilst I picked at my food, preparing myself for the next hour of torture: math class.
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