A/N Oh my goodness, thank you everyone for taking an interest in of my story. I'm having a bit problem with Microsoft word so I'm going to have to spend longer checking my chapters for silly spelling mistakes until I can get it fixed. I don't have too much on at the moment so by the looks of thing I should get a new chapter out at least every other day.
*Max POV*
Fang always has really clammy hands, like I don't even know why. He's not even a sweaty guy, just always with the clammy hands. He's a quiet person, but not lacking in confidence, he just doesn't really want to talk to people he doesn't know; he doesn't see the need. His real name is Nick Faneli and the Faneli part is why we called him Fang. He has olive skin, really dark eyes and hair which used to be quite long, but he cut it so it flops over his face at the front and at the sides reaches the top of his ears.
We go round the side of the house where my bike is, Fang carefully placed his against the fence whilst I just threw mine down onto the gravel. we cycle to Fangs house, he used to live only a few houses away from me but they moved to a bigger house a mile away. When we arrive Fang carefully places his bike against his fence whilst I just drop mine onto the front lawn.
We walk into the house and there are lots boxes inside forming mini towers all around the landing, Fangs mum was darting round the house opening boxes, as if she's looking for something. She spotted Fang and I.
"um Nick dear. You did remember to label the boxes didn't you?" she asked I can't find the kitchen stuff"
"I wrote them on" Fang replied. He stood up and pointed to a black scribble on the box. His mum looked at it and let out a huge sigh, not a sigh of relief more of a sigh of annoyance.
"You didn't bother to write them neat? you've got to be kidding me" She let out another huge sigh "I left you with one thing. One thing to do. Label the boxes and seal them for the moving people and you couldn't do that right" she shook her head and put her hand to her forehead, then pushed her long blonde hair back by running it through her thin fingers. She was very petite around 5"2 and skinny with beautiful thick blonde hair that's really straight and shiny. She has a similar olive skin tone to Fang, only slightly fairer.
Fang shrugs. His mum lets out another sigh. Her eyes gaze slightly to Fangs left and her green eyes widen slightly.
"OH! Hello Max" Her annoyed face loses all tension and greets me with a warm smile. The smile seems forced and I can easily tell she's tired.
"Hey Chloe" I say nodding slightly. I know her well, her and my mum have been friends for years. Her and Fang lived with us for a couple of years because my mum wanted her to finish high school. She trained on the job as a veterinary nurse for my mum, then she had to go on sick leave for a couple of years, now she's training to become a fully qualified vet.
"You excited to start high school?" she asks.
"um I guess, but it's still school, so you know. Yeah it's still school so it will be pretty bad but more independence and stuff" I splurt out. Fang looks at me and raises an eyebrow as if to say smooth. I'm not really sure how I feel about high school, but if it's anything like the movies I think I'm going to hate it. The first day is tomorrow so Fang and I will be soaking up our final moments of freedom.
"sooooo. we're going upstairs" Fang says. he pushes me forward and I go up the stairs. Fang kisses his mum on the cheek as he goes past her thinking I didn't see. He's very close to his mum, but he wants to keep up the dark and emotionless kind of persona he has, even to me. He thinks he's all secretive but I can read him like a book. For example I bet he wrote badly on the boxes so his mum wouldn't trust him to do any other chores today.
I jog up the stairs turn a corner then go up a spiral set of stairs to Fangs room. He liked the look of the attic so his mum made sure it was all fixed for him to have as his bedroom. It's pretty cool, the floors a bit uneven but it's all good. He has a large circular window facing his front lawn and a four poster bed up in the corner. There's lots of cupboards built into the walls which should be good for Fang as he likes to pack things away and be neat and tidy. I sit down on his bed and he pulls out a skateboard, he got it last year when they started to build a small skate park. We usually go skating down hills to practice our balance him on a skate board and me on roller blades. I'd like to think I'm good but all I can really do is go fast- Fang's the real talent. He really dedicates himself to his hobbies and gets really good at them, her skates, paints and plays the violin but no one can know about the last one. I like to roller blade, run and swim; I'm not artistic like Fang.
Fang passes me the skate board.
"Turn it over" he says with a slight smile. I turn over the board and on the back was a mix of soft and blues, with cascades of harsher shades and detailed shading. I traced my finger over a dark silhouette perched upon a dark blue branch, a light blue moon sent beams of light over a cool blue pond with black silhouettes of lily pads at the bank. It was beautiful.
"wow" I said then still looking at the picture "wow" I said again, then looked to Fang. "This is amazing". I shook my head in disbelief. "How can you do stuff like this? you're too good". Fang shrugged. "no don't be modest" I stood onto my feet "this is absolutely amazing you should be really proud, I mean, it's too good if anything". Fang let a small chuckle through.
"um thank you, but yeah I am proud. That's why I showed you" He smiled. Aw -that boy, he can be weird, like he rarely shows emotion so you'd assume him to be closed off, but he is quite a truthful person. With the board still in one hand I wrapped my arms around Fang for a quick hug, he stood really still and didn't hug back. Then when I stood back he looked a bit weirded out. "what was that for?". Although we're close we don't hug much, like ever actually, so this was kind of weird.
"It doesn't matter" I mumble and sit back down on the bed. Okay don't do that again, it is kind of weird hugging Fang and he doesn't really like it. I look down at my knees for a second then back to Fang. "Do you want to go out?" I ask. His eyes widen and he shakes his head.
"Um Max. uh not that you're not lovely but um you're just my friend" He splurts out. I'm confused so I tilt my head to the side.
"what?" I ask
"You meant go out as in go outside didn't you?" Fang asks. I roll my eyes and spring off his bed
"obviously" I shake my head at him. "come on we'll go skate"
We went off. I borrowed Fangs old skateboard as I couldn't be bothered to go back to mine for my blades. The skate park should be up in a bit, it's taking a bit longer than it should because of lack of funds, which were slashed due to some elderly people complaining that it would encourage youth delinquency or something. Fang showed me some basics, like i can go down ramps if I stay low for easy balance and move pretty fast but he showed me how to fall properly to stay safe and how to Ollie, I can't jump very high when I'm doing it but you know- it's a start. Fang wanted to grind but remembered he hadn't varnished the underside of his board, so he practiced jumping over things on his board instead.
My pocket starts to vibrate. I take my phone out and see I have a text. "Sorry Fang, but mum wants me home. You coming?"
"Nah I want to practice a bit more" He says with a slight smirk. See he's always trying to perfect his skills.
"Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow" I wave him off and he nods with a slight smirk.
*Fang POV*
Max walks away and I get back to skating. I see a small bench without a back to it; this should be easy enough. I skate away from it for a good distance to build up speed, this will be the highest jump I've done so I don't want to fall short.
My left leg hits the ground and I lean forward to stretch it out further to pick up more speed. As I approach the bench I place my left leg to the back of the board pushing it down then lean forward with the right in the the center of the board. I bend my knees then straighten them out and force myself over the bench, then take my right foot away from the middle so the board won't snap.
I feel a knock on my left foot, I lean forward and- UMFPH. My back wheels get stuck in one of the grooves in the bench, I continue to travel forward and down head first and my chin hits the floor. ow! My hands are pretty grazed too, my knees seem to be okay, they'll just be a bit bruised.
"oooh puff boy fell over" I jerk my head to the side and see four boys about the same age as me, maybe a year older laughing at my fall.
"that was totally gay" Another one of the boys says. They all seem to look similar, in loose trousers, except for the one who just spoke who's wearing gym shorts. They all have bright coloured t-shirts on I can make out one of them says 'make me a sandwich, bitch' on it I quickly figure out their type; willing to get a laugh out of another persons expense. I decide nothing good will come of staying here so I pick up my board and walk away quickly, but maybe not quick enough. I hear footsteps behind me, I feel warm breath on my neck, I push my head down and pick up the pace.
"hey hey hey! Where are you going gay boy?" one of them flicks my ear.
"I'm not gay, and trying to intimidate me by calling me gay isn't working as there's nothing wrong with being gay"
"Oh he talks, but can he fight? hey hey Andy do you think he can fight?"
"Hmmm. I don't know kind of skinny" Andy prods me in the rib cage then grabs me by the shoulder making me face him.
"Leave me alone" I snarl then turn quickly on my heels then take one step and get pulled back by my collar.
"Nobody speaks to me like that" Andy whispers pulling me closer, he was menace in his eyes. My brain quickly tries to thing of a solution, I still have the board in my hand. Andy is now griping onto my collar with his arm retracted back with a fist, ready to strike. I stay still. Do not show emotion it's what they want. I suck my cheeks in and spit into his eye, his fist unfurls and he lets go of me wiping his face, with a single swing I hit him on the head with my board sending him off balance so he falls on another boy sending them both to the ground, I then jump on to the board and skate away. I can move quicker on my board and there was a slight slope to speed me up. I can still hear them chasing me, shouting. I'm going really fast now but they're still right on my tail so I push down hard on the ground keeping the other foot in the center of the board. I hear a crack and everything goes in slow motion. The board snaps. Dammit. His head must of weakened it. I look back at them, close enough to still read that shirt. I run as fast as I can, but I'm not that athletic so they catch up to me. The tallest one picks me up then throws me to the ground.
"Who do you think you are? You're nothing. If we ever see you again we're going to fucking end you" He kicks me in the stomach winding me; I let out a gasp of air and they all laugh. Andy walks up to me, I'm clutching my stomach, I could feel it start to throb now. Don't cry. He spits on me then kneels down next to me.
"Tell your girlfriend she has nice tits" he punches me in the face just below the eye and I feel everything go hazy.
I felt them kick me everywhere until I passed out. I awoke on my side I couldn't see straight. My nose is clogged with dry blood and my sides ache, nothing is broken but I can see bruises forming. I look ahead of my and see my broken board. I pick it up and throw it into the nearest bin; it's worthless now. I look in my back pocket for my phone, and can't find it. looks like they took it. I have no idea what the time is and can't ring for help. I start taking small steps, my head feels all funny. I just need to sleep. I dread to think what my mum will say. And I have to go to school like this tomorrow, I'm not going to blend in at all.
A/N So please let me know what you thought, there's always room for improvement with the help of constructive criticism. Hope you have a lovely day and the next chapter should be up soon ^.^
- Jess x
