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Chapter 2

"Max?" I am poked in the face and I jump up in my bed, suddenly on my feet. I have cat-like reflexes. I'm pretty awesome. I look down at my little brother, Gazzy.

"You scared me." I sit back down on my bed. Gazzy is seven.

"Sorry, Max. It's time to get up."

"Why?" I rub my eyes.

"School!"

It's Monday already? I groan. "Thanks," I rub his hair. "Now go get ready. I'll be down at 7 to take you and Angel to school."

He runs out of my room. My clock reads 6:00. Gazzy and Angel are twins, they are both sweethearts. I always thought that having siblings so much younger than you was supposed to be frustrating and annoying, but I love them to death and they are perfect… most of the time.

My first class is at 9:30. I have to pick Fan-

Fang.

I sigh. I won't be picking Fang up today. Or anytime soon, I think.

He's really sorry, Max.

Shut up Voice!

I go over to the bathroom next to my room. I look awful. Oh well, I really don't care. I hop in the shower. As I'm washing my face, hoping the bags under my eyes disappear, an idea strikes me. I should make myself look super-hot today so Fang sees what he's missing! But… so much work. Ugh, I feel drained of all energy despite the fact I slept my weekend away.

Maybe a little mascara won't be too bad? After my shower, I put moose or gel or whatever into my hair and scrunch it, trying to tame my wavy dirty-blonde hair. This is my favorite way to do my hair, it's pretty easy and it gives the illusion that I tried this morning, when really I just squirt some stuff in my hair.

I decide to try some makeup. I only have four things that can be considered makeup. I didn't buy any of them either. Nudge bought them for me a year ago. I pull out the small bag from the cupboard and look at the items. A tan powder, some liquid foundation, mascara and an eyeliner stick. Ok I have no idea what I'm doing so hopefully I don't end up looking worse than I would without it. I grab the foundation and pour a small amount on my fingertip, rubbing two fingers together. I then put little spots on my face with my finger. After most of the stuff is off my finger, I rub in the spots. It actually makes a hell of a difference. I don't have acne but sometimes my face gets blotchy with red cheeks and such. I Then look at the "Bronzer", that tan powdery stuff and decide against it. It looks difficult.

I grab the eyeliner and put a thin line across my upper lid, looks pretty good and you can barely see it. I also put it on the inner part of my lower lid, whatever that's called. Then mascara. Nudge said this mascara cost her $28. She's slightly crazy. Now repeat on other eye… and done! I look in the mirror and grin, pleased with myself. The liner makes my chocolate (mmm, chocolate) eyes pop. I grab my chap stick and put it on my lips and then head to get dressed. T-shirt and jeans sounds good to me.

I run downstairs at 6:40 to make sure Gazzy and Angel are almost ready and to start breakfast.

"Angel?" I knock on her door.

"Yeah, Max?"

"You almost ready?"

"Almost!" I go down to the main floor and see Gazzy ready and watching TV.

I pop four chocolate chip toaster waffles in the toaster. "Gazzy, want breakfast?"

"No I already ate." He yells from the living room.

"What did you have?" I say, walking in to see he is watching cartoons.

"Six waffles and a bowl of cereal."

"Jeez, Gazzy, you shouldn't eat like that in the morning or else the kids at school will figure out how you got your nickname."

He giggles.

Angel comes downstairs in a cute pink dress.

"Honey, it's cold out. Do you have any tights to wear underneath?"

"Yeah I have white ones."

"Ok, go put them on sweetie. What do you want for breakfast?"

"I don't want anything. I want to be skinny like you one day."

"And you want to know how I'm this skinny?" I walk up to her and crouch down.

Her eyes widen and she nods, "How?"

"Because I eat breakfast every day. Eggs okay?"

"Okay, thanks Max." She runs up the stairs. She's so adorable.

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I drop them off at the elementary school and start my 45 minute commute to school.

I get to school at 8:15. I am way early. The parking lot is normally close to full when I get here but right now I am only the fourth car to park in here. I walk into the building and find a seat at the tables next to the printer. I browse Facebook for a while, but stop when things start reminding me of Fang. Especially when the "memories" pop up. Exactly 2 years ago, Fang posted "Maximum Ride is the more beautiful girl in the world." Stupid Facebook, don't you know we broke up?

Shit that reminds me… I need to change my relationship status. Maybe I'll leave it for now, what if he gets mad that I removed it right away? Plus, I don't want people asking questions.

I shut my laptop when I decide not to change it. When I look up, I see Fang staring right at me. I shove my laptop in my bag and head to the bathroom, not giving him a second glance. He cheated on you, don't forget that. Drunk or not drunk. It still happened.

I start to shove the bathroom door open when it is suddenly not there. I fall face first onto the floor. I look up at a guy – wait a guy in the girl's bathroom? He reaches a hand down and helps me up, laughing. "You meeting someone in here?" He winks.

What? I see urinals in my peripheral view. FUCK. I am an idiot.

"I thought this was the ladies. Sorry."

Luckily it was just that one guy in there. Then I realize that I am in the men's restroom with one guy, with the door shut. I gotta get out of here, like now. I go to pull on the handle but he stops me, putting his hand on the door. My heart starts thumping in my chest. The guy stares at me and then laughs, "I'm messing with you, go on," he says, opening the door for me. I laugh nervously.

When the door opens, I am met face to face with Fang. He had a hand up as if about to push the door open. His face looks surprised. His eyes flicker up to the sign on the door and his eyebrows wrinkle when he realizes I am in the men's bathroom. His eye's go to the mystery man behind me.

"Why the fuck is my girlfriend in the bathroom with you?" He looks between us. My mouth hangs open. I've never seen him so upset.

"Oh, dude, she just fell inside, it was the funniest thing, nothing happ – " Fang's fist clench.

"Fuck the both of you; quit your lies before I make it impossible for you to speak for a week."

He glares at me and stalks off.

I am angry. Holy crap I have never been angrier in my life.

"Sorry," I mutter. Walking away from the mystery man.

"Wait up." He appears in front of me and I actually look at him. He's cute, really cute. He's tall and lean, probably a runner. He has a soft blonde hair color that was a little long, brushing the tops of his eyebrows. Fang's hair was longer- not that it matters. Stop thinking about him.

"That guy's your boyfriend?"

I shake my head, "I dumped him Saturday."

"Oh wow, why?"

I glare at him. "None of your business."

"I just wanted to know so that I knew what it would take to convince you to go on a date with me."

"Stay away from alcohol and drugs. That's what I want from a guy." I realize that made Fang sound like a druggie so I quickly explain, "He's a good guy he just wanted to start partying lately and something happened at a party when he was drunk…"

"He cheated?"

I say nothing but I feel my face heat up as my chest tightens.

He scoffs, "What an idiot." He peers down at me and I feel so transparent and exposed; like he can see right through me. "My name is Dylan by the way."

"Max." I say, sticking my hand out.

He laughs and shakes my hand.

"You think my names funny?" I feign hurt.

"No, I was laughing that you wanted to shake hands." He laughs again, "But.. Max is a guy's name- no offence?"

"My name is actually Maximum, Max is short."

He nods. "Well I got to get back to class, see ya, Maximum. Wait, I need your number."

I shake my head, "If you see me again I will give it to you."

He pouts and walks away. "Oh I will," he grins.

I wave at him.

**/*/*/*

I should skip class, I don't want to see Fang. Especially after that.

But maybe we should talk about what just happened.

I pull out my phone and text him.

CAN WE TALK BEFORE CLASS?

It's only 8:50 so we have plenty of time. I'm tapped on the shoulder, making me jump.

"I'm so sorry." A voice says behind me, a very familiar voice. Fang leans his forehead on the back of my head. "I didn't mean to yell at you or your friend – I just I'm – "

I cut him off, turning around. "He's not my friend, I literally just met him when I fell into the wrong bathroom and he helped me up."

He nods, "I was just jealous. I miss you, Max."

His hand reaches up and grabs a strand of long waves. "Fuck."

"What?" I ask, worried.

"You're so god damn beautiful and it kills me that I ruined us."

I stay quiet. I wonder if he noticed the makeup.

"I want to kiss you." He whispers but doesn't move in for a kiss. I am proud. He is really holding back as much as possible. "I don't want to see you with someone else."

I step away. "Fang, stop. You aren't helping."

"What do you mean? You wanted to talk so I'm telling you how I feel."

"What about how I feel?" My voice rises. "What about how you ripped my heart out and threw it to some slut because you had one too many shots?" My blood boils, "What about how I told you and told you that I didn't want to go, how I wanted to stay home because I hate parties but you insisted that I lighten up and that everything would be ok? It sure as hell wasn't ok. You fucked it up." I take a breath and stare and Fang's blank stare, his eyes look slightly watery. "You took everything we ever wanted, everything we've worked for and dreamed about and threw it away."

His jaw twitches and when it unclenches it trembles slightly before he turns away from me. He leaves me there. I go back to my car. I am not going to class today.

I call Nudge. She answers on the third ring. "Hello?"

I'm surprised she is awake right now, her first class is at 11 because she likes to sleep in.

"Nudge?" I sniffle. "Can I come to your dorm?"

"Yeah, Max. What's wrong? What did Fang do?"

"I'll explain when I get there."

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In 20 minutes I'm lying on Nudges bed, telling her everything.

"What an ass, I always hated him." That's not true, she loves Fang like a brother. I don't answer.

"You need to find someone else!" She announces.

My thoughts drift to Dylan. He's cute.

"Someone who is the opposite of Fang," she continues.

Dylan seemed like he was the opposite of Fang. Fang is a tall dark, mysterious guy at first glance. Dylan seems like a player though… shit. I don't want anything to do with Dylan, I realize.

You don't even know him, Max.

Shut up Voice! Make up your mind, do you want me back with Fang or this Dylan guy? (I'm not crazy I swear)

Fang loves you.

I know Fang loves me. I sigh and Nudge continues ranting. She looks at me and her lips stop moving. She stares. Shoot, maybe she asked me something – "What?"

"Do you want to come with me to a party and meet a guy?" She bites the inside of her cheek.

"Did you not hear what I said?!" She is so frustrating. "This all happened because of a stupid party!" I lay back down on her bed.

"But, Max, please." She whines. "It'll be fun, it's not that kind of party, really. It's just like a bunch of friends hanging out together and drinking beer. That's it really. No one's going to be sneaking off to have sex and there will be no loud music and no solo cups. It's just a group of people playing games and talking."

"How many people?"

"Around 20?"

"I just really don't want to go, Nudge."

"Please please please pleeeeease! Max I promise you won't regret it."

"Okay."

"And if – wait, what? YES? OH MY GOD!"

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The week goes by way too fast and all of a sudden Nudge is dragging me to her dorm at 6 o'clock on a Thursday night. Our weekends start on Thursday because there are no classes Friday-Sunday.

"Sit here."

Nudge goes to the bathroom and Ella, her roommate sits next to me. She's become a good friend over the past year.

"I heard about you and Fang… I'm sorry."

"Thanks."

We don't say anything else. She's always had a crush on him since the day they first met. I think she's into Iggy, Fang's friend now though. Nudge comes back in with a bag of stuff.

"No no no no no nonononono no!"

Nudge loves fashion and cosmetology; she is switching to a beauty school next fall.

Ella pulls me back down into my chair, grinning. It looks like they're a bunch of crazy people, holding me against my will, grinning as they come to kill me. UGH.

"It won't be too bad, I promise. Just something to get every guy to look at you."

"Actually, Nudge, I don't want to go. I'm such a hypocrite if I go. I hate parties."

"Girl, I promise this will make you feel better. You can tell everyone I forced you to go and that you didn't want to. But please, just give me a chance to help you out, trust me you will have fun." She stares at me with bug brown eyes.

"Okay, just not a lot of makeup please."

"You got it! Eeek! I'm so excited! You won't regret this, Max."

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