Chapter 2
Fangs POV
Fang watched as the boy from next door walked back to his house, her midnight gold eyes trailed down his body starting from his head. His hair was a dirty blonde that glinted in the sunlight; his eyes were a delicious brown that you could just lose yourself in. He had a strong jaw, and the smoothest plump lips she had ever seen on a boy.
He was extremely tall and even underneath the white T he had been wearing his muscles stood out taut against it. He was very tan, and you could see that he was part Spanish, her questions being confirmed when his mother spoke it.
Her eyes trailed lower to his butt and watched-
"Oh my, is the infamous Fangy checking out the new hottie in town?" Iggy said, sarcasticness underlying her serious tone.
Fang rolled her eyes and punched her best friend in the shoulder.
"shut up" Fang mumbled, her eyes flickering back to the boy to see him already gone, she felt disappointed to know he was.
Whoa hold up what?
I disappointed, she thought to herself, she hadn't even known him for more than 10 minutes, and already she was craving the steady look of his warm brown eyes resting on her.
Not that she would ever admit that, besides he was most likely, like every other ass in town; a player with no self respect, or remorse.
I knew better than to get myself involved with boys intimately. I had way too much on my plate.
"Please, don't even act like you weren't checking out his ass the minute he walked away" Nudge said, jealously clearly evident in his tone
his eyes narrowing, at Iggys pale blue ones. If that didn't scream jealously she didn't know what did. Those two were so clueless, to the feelings they had towards one another, there progressive flirting really was getting out of hand.
"Someone's a little jealous" muttered Andy underneath his breath quietly but not quietly enough because both Iggy and Nudges face flushed a bright red as they suddenly became very interested in their shoes.
After everyone had left only Fang and Iggy remained in Iggys room both lying down on her bed staring up at her blue ceiling, the only sound in the room there hushed breathing as they thought of today.
"So what do you think of Mr. HottieMcHot"said Iggy, her face turned towards Fang, waggling her eyebrows as she waited for Fangs response.
Fang shrugged her shoulders and breathed in deeply.
"He's cute" fang said simply.
"CUTE? That boy is a freaking god sent down from the heavens clearly there is someone who has mercy on us because he was so checking you out" Iggy said, her voice cracking at the beginning. Most likely due to the fact, that I didn't show much interest in him.
Just because I didn't squeal and tremble at the knees like most girls would.
I'm a pretty damn good actor; and can hide my emotions easily. Yes I'm an 18 year old teen with hormones doesn't mean I'm open about it like Iggy is.
"Oh really your scolding me, for not being good with boys, what's going on in Nudge and Iggy town?" Fang said raising an eyebrow at her friend in question, daring her to avoid the question.
"Nothing me and Nate are friends and friends only. I don't know why you think differently" said Iggy.
Fang opened her mouth to scold Iggy about being the worst liar ever, when her phone vibrated in the pocket of her black jean shorts.
She reached down and pulled out her black Iphone and read the text message.
Michael: gety ur ass hojme noww.
Fang sighed and looked up at Iggy, her friend already smiling sadly knowing it was her brother from hell whom had texted her.
"Go home I know you need to, even if I begged you to stay you wouldn't listen to me but if anything bad happens I want you to come here immediately alright? You know my door is always open." Iggy said while smiling gently.
I nodded and sat up from the bed, slipping my feet into my black vans jogging down the stairs quickly and out the door.
I shivered slightly as the cool summer night air brushed against my bare legs. I jogged out of her neighborhood and across the street to the tiny white apartment complex. I pulled my keys out of my pocket, and opened the door the smell of alcohol and other unknown scents hitting me in the face.
I scrunched my nose and coughed as I inhaled the smoke, the house looked worse than it did yesterday brown stairs covered the floor and empty beer cans were scattered everywhere. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, as I tried to make my way across the clutter of mess.
I opened the door to my brother's room, and barely had enough time to duck the glass bottle of whiskey he chucked at me. It exploded against the wall and little glass shards scratched against my skin. I didn't even flinch as I stared my brother dead on in the face.
He looked so much like me that it made me sick, he was tall and lean like me well built with the body of an athlete. He had black hair that was spiked up in the front and a great smile. The only difference being he had dark emerald green eyes which now flashed with an all too familiar anger towards me.
"Where were you?" he slurred, trying to look angry but only managing to look more stupid and drunk.
"I was at Iggys with everyone like I told you I would be" I said resisting the urge to roll my eyes, but failed miserably.
"Don't get an attitude with me young lady, you're going to respect me you bitch" he said while staggering to the side.
I rushed forward and put an arm around his waist helping him to regain his balance. He pushed me away weakly; I stepped away but was still cautious just to make sure he didn't plan on falling over and bashing his head sometime soon.
"I don't need your help" he grumbled.
"Well clearly you do! You're just drunk and acting dumb now let me help you" I said walking forward hesitantly.
"I SAID NO" he screamed
I flinched but tried not to let my brothers outburst get to me, this wasn't just something out of the ordinary I was by now use to it. But something inside just came to life faster than a forest fire.
"you know what you've been a real pain in the ass Michael Black, ever since mum and dad died you've been like a completely different person! News flash asshole you're not the only one who lost someone. I did too, unless you're too drunk to remember that you have an 18 year old sister who is just as lost as you. But I'm pulling my shit together and not drinking myself silly" I said.
By the end of my little rant, I was breathless and stared at the brother with my signature death glare.
It was the first time I had rebutted against Michael, and it sure as hell felt good. Also that with the fact that it was the most I've said to him in months.
Anger flashed through his emerald green eyes, I didn't have time to react before he stepped forward and slapped me.
I felt my face jerk to the side, and tears stung behind my eyes. My hand flew up to cradle my face as I felt the oncoming bruise. I stared at my brother in shock and backed away from him.
"I hate you" I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear. I took one last look into his green eyes that were filled with turmoil and a tornado of conflicting emotions. Pain, anger, sadness…regret.
I looked away and wrenched the door to his room open and ran into mine already knowing what I was getting. I grabbed my black backpack and shoved in clothes, toiletries, and my charger. Before stalking back out of my room and to the front door
"Fan-Francesca where are you going!" Michael yelled behind me.
"AWAY FROM YOU"I screamed back at him before slamming the door. I ran a couple blocks into the forest, behind my complex to my secret hiding spot. I slowed my pace until I reached my destination and let out the long awaited tears that had been threatening to fall back at my home.
MAX'S POV
I lay against my bed as remnants of the day returned. I still hated this place but so many interesting things had happened in one day. Saying goodbye to Chase and J.J.; seeing the new house, meeting Iggy, Nate, Andy, Gassy, and Fang. Arguing with my mom, that those magazines weren't mine, to the point where she got irritated and sent me to my room to set things up.
I rolled my eyes thinking of my mom and how stubborn and over dramatic she could be, but I had to have gotten it from somewhere right?
I sighed in frustration and looked out my window, it was already night time but it was summer and here I was wallowing in self pity. I rolled off my bed and walked to my black dresser pulling out a pair of red basketball shorts and pulled on my black Beatles shirt. I slipped my foot into my red Nikes, and grabbed my headphones and phone.
I trudged down the stairs and was almost out the front door, when a certain someone stopped me in my tracks.
"And where exactly do you think you're going mister?" said Jeb. In his don't start with me young man voice.
I turned around to face him and shrugged casually.
"Just going on a run, no biggy Dad"
"Hmm let me think about it no, upstairs now" he said while pointing up.
"Really what am I a prisoner now, this is so unfair I'm 18 now Jeb you can't keep treating me like a child." I said frustrated.
"My house my rules" he said stubbornly.
"Oh really the classic my house my rules real nice Jeb how cliché of you" I said already making my way upstairs.
"Oh you want cliché young man, go to your room!"He screamed.
"I'm already in my room" I snarled while slamming the door for emphasis.
I leaned against the door and looked at the window, hope flaring inside me at a possible escape. I ran over to it and flung it open looking down, the drop wasn't that long; As long as you weren't an idiot about it.
I climbed out of the window and walked silently along the side of the house, before jumping off and landing on the balls of my feet lightly.
Score Max:1 Jeb:0
I broke out into an all out sprint, while plugging my head phones in and turning it all the way up. I didn't really know where I was going, just following my instinct. I found myself in the woods across from where I live; I slowed down as I entered a sort of clearing.
I could hear a bubbling sound, not 10 feet away there was a little creek. I saw a rock protruding from the creek and I walked towards it breathlessly and unplugged my ear buds and took off my shirt leaning down and taking a handful of the water splashing it onto my neck.
The water surprisingly cool on this warm summer night. I sat down and looked at the full moon realizing how extremely peaceful I felt at the moment.
I was so lost in thought, that when I heard a strange sniffling sound I nearly jumped out of my skin.
My head snapped to my right but my vision was obscured by the rock. I got up and prayed to god it wasn't some serial killer.
I walked around and looked to the ground to see a familiar dark haired girl sitting on the ground her head in her hands. My breathing hitched in my throat when I realized she was crying.
"Francesca?" I said.
FANGS POV
I sniffled quietly to myself having already cried enough to last me a millennium. I sighed and leaned my head into my arms thankful I had this place all to myself.
Or so I thought, you can imagine how shocked I was when I heard a soft deep voice say my name quietly.
"Francesca?"
I jumped up and squeaked and look at the boy from before named Max. He wore nothing but red shorts and shoes and I tried not to gawk at his perfectly toned muscles.
"MAX! What the hell are you doing here" I whispered
"I could ask you the same thing" he whispered back.
I crossed my arms and was about to answer when the look on his face changed.
"Francesca…what happened to your face?" said Max, I looked at him to see him studying my cheek where Michael had slapped me.
"I fell" I shrugged as if I didn't have a care in the world.
"Right on your cheekbone, yea I don't think so. Try again" said Max doubtfully.
"Ugh why am I even talking to you, I don't even know you" I growled at him, making a grab for my backpack. But he beat me to it snatching it out of my hands at last minute. He walked over to the creek and held my backpack over it.
"Tell me what happened or say bye bye to your precious bag" said Max.
"You idiot my phone and clothes are in there!"I all but screeched at him, I held back and refrained from ripping his head off.
"Alright well I warned you" said Max.
I felt my eyes widen as he held the bag with one pinky now, I lurched forward not even thinking and made a grab for my bag once again. He swung it to the side and grabbed me from around the waist.
"Let's not be too hasty now Francesca" said Max, while clucking his tongue.
"Okay first of all, my name is F-A-N-G get it, got it, good? Second of all don't tell me what to do, third of all get your fricking hands off me and give me my bag I've had a hell of a night and I don't need your sarcastic remarks right now. oh and put some damn clothes on." I huffed not looking him in the eye. This boy was so infuriating right now I wanted nothing more than to punch him. I take it all back he's not cute; he's a pain in the ass.
"You expect me to see a bruise on a girl and be okay with it? I only met you just hours ago but I don't care no girl is allowed to get hit on my agenda" said Max.
I rolled my eyes and looked at him, and gasped at how close our faces were. I tried to ignore the tingly feeling that was shooting through my body, at the close proximity. Even in the moonlight you could still see the rich brownness of his eyes and his thick lashes.
"I can take care of myself now if you don't mind id like my bag" I said softly.
Max rolled his eyes but let me go and handed me my backpack. I slung it onto my shoulders and looked at him.
"Look I'm sorry about your bag but just give me an hour of your time, let me start over I'm a nice guy I promise I don't bite" said max while winking at me.
I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips.
"Fine an hour Antonio but that's all you got."
He smiled at me, his perfect white teeth standing out. My heart thudded in my chest and I swallowed.
Oh great. Stupid hormones.
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