Fang POV

It was now 10:30. Max was supposed to be here a half hour ago. I lazily lay on my bed, finished with my other homework two hours earlier. Sighing, I got up and walked over to my desk where my computer stood. I turned on the ancient power button and the mummy-old machine came to life. Dragging the mouse in circles on the screen, I decided to text some old friends before I heard a strange noise.

I looked over my shoulder and spotted a dark figure at the window. Crap. Grabbing a near by baseball bat I took position against a wall. The window creaked open very slowly and a blonde girl tumbled in. Max? I dropped the bat.

"What? Was the door too mainstream for you? Or is it simply more trouble to ring a door bell than climb two stories to crawl through a window?" I retorted.

"Nah, its just much cooler and waaayyy more impressive. Now, how about some snacks before we get started?" Max said while observing my room.
"You are a strange, strange girl. Follow me, kitchen is downstairs."

I led her out of my room and down the 13 steps (yes, I counted) to the first floor of my house.

"Where is your family?" Max asked, noticing the quietness of the house.

"My sister is at a friends, and my parents are away on a business trip."

"So we're like, all alone?" Max further pushed, a smirk settling on her face.

"Let's just eat," I sighed while putting a frozen pizza in the oven. I set out two plates on the counter top.

"Whaddya want to drink? Soda? Water?"

"Do you have beer?" Max asked, as if it was a perfectly normal thing for a 17-year-old girl to ask.

"What the fuck Max?! No, I do not and WILL NOT give you beer!"

"What? I want some beer," Max said sternly, putting her hands on her hips and her face growing angry.

"You're getting coke," I stated as I handed her a filled glass and a plate with pizza slices. Max grumbled to herself before biting into a pepperoni slice.

"So... Tell me about yourself. I just met you, and I'm alone at your house," Max asked with curiosity.

"Tell me about yourself. I hear you've slept with just about everyone," I snorted.

"Except for onnneeee!" Max shrilled, a goofy look spreading all over her face while she wriggled her eyebrows. Even though the idea was tempting, I shook it out.

"No Max."

"Hey look, its not like I trick them. I always make it clear what I want," Max said, suddenly becoming serious. "I'm not that dirty."

"Whatever Max," I mumbled before taking a final swig of my milk and then heading upstairs. Just then, the door bust open. The blonde kid from before came in.

"Woah! You haven't slept with this guy yet? I was expecting to come in to a full-blown sex party! Good job Max, thats a record!"

I immediately came down the stairs.

"Hey, I hinted it, but he wouldn't take the bait."

"Max?" I asked.

"Uh-huh?"

"Who is this stranger in my house?"

"Oh, right! Sorry, this is Iggy. He WASN'T supposed to come here," Max said, accusingly staring at Iggy. I was so confused.

"Shall we begin our project?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure, hold on. Let me trash my napkin. Where's your trashcan?"

"Under the sink."

Meanwhile Iggy checked out his best friends ass as she leaned over. I tried very hard not to.

"Iggy! No looking at my behind!" Max yelled, slapping Iggy's arm. Iggy just chuckled.

"What about every other guy who has?" Iggy asked.

"Well, I slept with them, so its ok!"

"Not fair!" Iggy protested. Now I was getting freaked out here.

"I'll be right upstairs. Whenever you've settled this important topic, feel free to come up," I sighed, dragging my feet up the stairs.

Max POV

"Iggy! Why'd you have to scare him off like that?" I asked, heading up the stairs as well.

"Cause its funny, thats why. You shoulda seen the look on his face when I said we slept together," Iggy garbled while stuffing his mouth with pizza and following me.

"I think I'm gonna barf. Thank god we didn't. I might just have to remove my reproductive organs if we did," I said while crinkling my nose at the thought. I pushed open the door of Fang's room. It was odd to see that it was painted a light beige for someone who wore so much black.

"We're ready Fang."

"Ok, so I googled up "coccyx". Turns out its basically your tailbone." Fang told me.

"What? Was it too complex to simply call it "tailbone"?" I asked, jumping onto the queen sized bed that sported dark navy blue covers. Iggy joined me.

"Coccyx. Coccyx. Coccyx." Iggy repeated over and over till I slapped an arm over his mouth. "Shut up Iggs."

"You gonna take notes, or let me do all the work?" I asked. I walked behind him and bent far enough so that my breathing was right in his ear. I started tracing my fingers up and down his arms. Damn! He was so buff! But I accomplished my mission because I noticed that his breaths were become very short and choppy. Iggy saw what I was doing, and was trying his best to contain his laughter.

"M-Max?" Fang asked.

"Yess, Fang?" I responded in that suave voice I could so perfectly pull.

"What are you doing?" Fang further questioned. I continued to trace patterns, before nibbling his ear. His breathing hitched more. Suddenly I couldn't contain my laughter and my time was over anyways.

"Bahaha! You owe me 5 bucks Iggy! I made him stutter in less than a minute!" I exclaimed. Iggy was turning bright red from all the laughing, and Fang's tan face had taken on a pinkish tinge. He didn't say anything, but just looked very pissed off.

"Are we going to just sit here and play jokes, or actually do our work?" Fang interrupted, the pink fading away and being replaced by furrowed, angry eyes.

"Common Iggs, this guy is no fun. Let's hit a club" I groaned, dragging Iggy away and out of the room.

"I'LL BE BACK ON THURSDAY FANG!" I yelled before slamming the front door.

It was 8:30 in the morning. My alarm clock very arrogantly told me so.. except it very late for its scheduled beeping. I picked it up and threw it across the dark room. I heard it slam into the wall and watched it form yet another dent in the beaten wall.

"Damn itttt.." I groaned. It was way too early for me to be waking up when I had been at a club till 3 AM the previous night. Rolling out of bed I dropped onto the floor. Stumbling to my feet, I walked over to my drawer and picked out my clothes for the day before showering.

I entered the building of the school and calmly walked my way through the empty and silent halls to my locker. I started slamming my stuff into my locker, pushing and shoving till it all fit in. A small piece of paper fell out one of my books and floated its way to the floor. I picked it up. It was a picture of my mom.

The paper immediately brought tears to my eyes. Thats when I took a closer look at the paper. A huge red heart encircled my late-mothers face, with a angry X in the dead center. My anger suddenly hitched up. I turned the paper over and found that a piece of paper with printed words was glued to the back.

Someone you know,
Is responsible for a loved-ones death
You loved her,
But now she is gone.
Now please have a good day! :D

I angrily clutched the picture, and looked around the halls. This had to be someones idea of a joke. Some random senior boy was walking past. I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him into the lockers, shoving my mouth onto his. He immediately responded by grabbing my hips and pulling my closer. I let the boy's sloppy kissing distract me from the impeding thoughts that were forcing their way into my conscious mind. Then I realized what I was doing, detached myself from the guy in front of me, and continued on my way to the 3rd period class that was just about to start. The poor guy I had just left looked on in extreme, deep confusion.

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Fang POV

I watched as Max stormed her way into the classroom, anger burning off her. She sat down in the seat next to me and I watched her break some #2 pencils, one by one. Her perfectly straight, white teeth were grit in anger. Her leg bounced up and down at a speedy pace. I poked her arm. She flinched as if we were still in the 2nd grade and I had cooties.

"Yo, Max. What's wrong?" I whispered, leaning over to her so she could hear me better.

"Absolutely. Nothing." Max nearly yelled with each breath. I shushed her.

"Ms. Ride? Is something wrong?" our english teacher, Mrs. Williams asked sweetly. No one, not even Max, could hate her.

"I'm fine, Miss. Just a little distracted."

"Better get back and focus then, alright?" said gently. Anyone could sense Max's anger.

Max continued snapping pencils, before she resorted to drawing, which was a lot less destructive than breaking some poor pencils. She began to draw a bird. I poked her arm again. She turned around and glared at me.

"Max, seriously. Whats wrong?" I asked cautiously.

"Nothing Fang, nothing," Max said quietly, before exiting the classroom when the class ended.

Max POV

I swear to god, I will KILL whoever put that picture in my book. I hadn't told anyone. Anyone but Iggy! As I jumped from conclusion to conclusion, I started to angrily search for Iggy.

As soon as I found the blonde kid I grabbed his arm and shoved him against a wall, much like I did to that senior but for a completely different purpose. I stood up on my tippy toes to get leveled with his hight.

"Was it you? Did you do it? Is this some sort of sick idea of yours? Did you tell anybody?!" I spat at him. Iggy looked actually confused.

"What? I have no idea what you are talking about. Whats wrong, Max?" Iggy asked, concern and worry evident in his eyes.

"You sure it wasn't you?" I asked, still suspicious, but loosening my grip on him.

"I don't even know what you're talking about, Max. Is everything alright?" he continued on. I let go of him completely. Looking around to see if anyone was watching us, I slipped the photo out of my back pocket and showed it to him. His blue eyes immediately softened.

"And look on the back." I said, turning the photo over.

"What? What the fuck is that?" Iggy whispered loudly, clenching and unclenching his fists. Now I was sure he didn't do it.

"I dunno. I found it in one of my books, and it just slipped out."

"Maybe its someone's sick idea of a joke?" Iggy asked.

"If I found out who did this, I will personally make sure they lose the ability to have children," I hissed, stashing the photo away and walking off.

Tada! Yes, I'm a little short on homework so I had lots of time to write. I have ERB's all this week as well so I will finally feel like a 10 year old again.. no homework!

Again, comment and review. I'm going to write a few more chapters to give the story a chance and see if it picks up.

And thanks to that one person who followed the story.. you're the first!