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Author's Note: I am so glad you guys liked the first chapter! I didn't except to get all of the feedback that I did! So this chapter goes out to you guys!Review when you are down please!

Love Drunk

Chapter Two

Max's Pov

I wake up with the early morning rays leaking through the blindness windows. I sit up and look down at the floor. Ella is tangled in her blankets. A light snore comes from, her and she jerks violently. Normally I would have laughed, but the black hole that formed last night form Fang's words sucks any happiness away from me. I glance at Nudge and she is still in the other couch all sprawled out with her head right at the edge of the couch. Her eyes are slightly open and her mouth is slacked with drool slowly seeping out.

I sigh and stand up slowly my joint popping from being wrapped up in a tight ball all night. I suck in a deep breath trying to wash away the suffocating feeling that is growing rapidly inside of me. I need some air. I tip toe past Ella and her flailing limbs. I walk past Nudge who has been muttering something in her sleep. I walk down the wide hallway and into Nudge's room. I open the third drawer of the tall dark Chester draw. I pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top. I quickly change and take in a deep breath. I turn on my heels and suck in a breath.

I take a step closer to the mirror. I touch my papery white face and trace the dark black and purple bruises that are underneath my eyes. The whites of my eyes are a light pink with veins outlining the iris of my eyes. I pick up a brush and jerk it through my tangled hair ruffling pulling it up in a ponytail. I grab my toothbrush, dunk it under the running facet, squirt tooth paste on it, and start to brush my teeth.

I walk back into Nudge's room shaking my head trying to wake myself up. I grab a piece of paper and pen from her desk.

Dear Ella and Nudge,

I woke up early and you two where still asleep. I have gone out for a run. I will be back soon.

P.S. Nudge I borrowed a pair of shorts, a tank top, and your IPod. I hope you don't mind.

I set the note on the coffee table, grabbed her IPod, and slipped out the door. I press the white and pink ear buds into my ears and press play.

Fang's Pov

I groan and press my hands against my head. I open my eyes and sit up. I groan in pain and chunk a pillow at Iggy who is passed out face first on the floor.

"Dude…get up!" I groan and stagger to my feet swaying from left to right with the room swimming.

Iggy groans and sits up. "What?!" He snaps with his eyes squeezed shuts.

"Where is your Advil?" I ask quietly silently pleading God to make my headache go away.

Iggy stagers to his feet and shuffles awkwardly to his kitchen being careful not to squish any red cups. Unlike him I trip and stumble over every single one.

"Damn it." I mutter.

He reaches the first cabinets and throws the two door open and he dives his hands in. Every time he would knock over a medicine bottle I would wince. He pulls out a small bottle, pops the top off, and tilts it into his hand. Two long liquid filled pills roll onto his hand. I hold out my hand and he dumps them in my hold. I pop them into my mouth and take the water bottle Iggy is holding out to me.

"Do you not need any?" I ask more careful as we walk back to the living room.

Iggy rolls his eyes and drops on the couch, I follow his lead. "No I don't, I didn't get totally smashed. I know my limits unlike someone." He says with a pointed look.

"What happened last night?" I ask ignoring his comment.

"You don't remember?" Iggy asks sitting up and looking at me.

"No." I say shaking my head. "Everything is a black blur. I didn't do anything wrong did I?"

"Um…" Iggy draws out. "Define what you mean by wrong" He does little quotation marks around the word wrong.

I drop my head in my hands. "What did I do?"

"Well…everything was good at the beginning of the party. You started to have a few drinks and you danced with some friends and then Lissa came over. She dragged you away from your group and she started grinding on you and you backed away…"

"Well that isn't anything bad." I say lifting my head.

"Yeah, but I'm not finished, and just keep in mind that I wasn't close enough to hear you or Dylan-"

"Dylan? What does the douche have to do with anything?"

"Well if you would let me finish I can tell you." He says and looks at me. I just put both off my hands in the air in a surrendering pose. "When you pushed Lissa off you for the billionth time Dylan came over and started saying something. Something that made you really mad. So mad that you started to yell. Then he said something and all of the yelling stopped and you walked away. I went to go look for you, but some girl said that you were on the phone, so I left you alone. Later that night-we were both drunk-you were grinding on Lissa and making out with her." Iggy finishes.

"Who did I call?" I ask.

Iggy shrugs. I sigh and rub my face almost violently.

"You can look at your last phone call on your phone." Iggy suggests.

I look up. "Great! Where is my phone?" I stand up and pat down my front and back pockets.

Iggy shrugs. "I will look in here. You look…somewhere else." He says and waves his hand at me to leave.

I dart into the family room. I pull the entire over fluffed cushions in the room off and no phone. I drop to my stomach and look under the couch, arm chair, and TV stand. I stand up and run my hand across the dusty mantle. I run into the kitchen and throw open all of the cabinets. I shut them all and I check the refrigerator and the freezer still no phone.

"Fang! I found it!" I dart into the living room. I pluck the phone out of his hands and I scroll to my recent call list.

"Damn it!" I roar and chunk my phone across the room.

My phone his the wall and crumbles to the ground.

"I am guessing that it was her." Iggy says.

I drop to the couch, but I miss it and I crash into the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut and I drop my head back.

"Are you sure you don't know what I said?" I ask weakly.

"No, man I am sorry. I was too far away." Iggy says.

I jump up. "I have to go to her." I run and I pick up my now shattered phone.

"Dude no! You don't want to do that!" Iggy says and snatches the phone out of my hand.

"What? Why not?" I ask.

"You're too emotional! Besides you still have to help me clean up." Iggy says.

"Really? You're going to make me risk my relationship with Max just to help you clean up?" I ask unbelieving.

"It's not just that. She is probably really upset and doesn't want to see you right now. Besides you could remember something between now and when you leave to see her."

I take in a deep breath. "Okay."

Max's Pov

I wipe the back of my hand across my forehead. I pull the ear buds out of my ears and I push through the front door.

"Max!" Ella cries and come barreling towards me and encircles my in a hug.

I hug her back and she lets go. "You alright?" She asks.

I nod and walk further into the living room. I see Nudge sitting on the couch I was sleeping on.

"Hey." I say kind of awkwardly.

"Do you feel better?" She asks and scoots over.

I just shrug and sit down beside her.

"Ella, go get the laptop." Nudge says.

I squish my eyebrows together.

"While you were out, Ella was checking her Facebook, and she found some pictures that Lissa uploaded…there was also a video."

"Okay. What does that have to do with anything?" I ask.

"Fang was-why don't you just watch it?"

Ella walks in with the laptop balancing on one arm while the other pushes button on the key board. Ella plops down beside me and turns the lap top screen towards me.

"Watch." She instructs and presses the space bar.

Loud music thumps through the little speakers and the video is dark but I can tell that there are two people. A boy and a girl. Every time a light would hit them I would get a glimpse of who they are. About three minutes into the video of them grinding on each other I jerked back.

"Is that….Fang and….Lissa?" I ask.

I look up at Ella with wide eyes and Nudge strokes my arm comforting. Ella nods and turns the computer towards her and more clicking comes from the lap top.

"There is more. Would you like to see it?" Ella asks.

"Yeah." I whisper.

She turns the computer towards me. They are pictures. I press the arrow button over and there are about twenty pictures of them kissing and grinding, but the last one is the one that ripped what is left of my heart and hope of our relationship apart. Fang had his hands on the swell of Lissa's hip. They both had a smile one there faces and looked deep into each other eyes. I slowly look up and the doorbell rings.

"I got it." Nudge says and gets up.

"We have a picture just like this." I whisper to more than myself then to Ella. "We took it the first day we got together."

"I know sweetie, I am so sorry."

"You have some nerve being here!" Nudge yells.

Both I and Ella look at each other, and we strain to listen. We could hear a deep murmur, but I couldn't understand anything. We both get up and walk to the front door. I look at the person who is getting scolded at the door.

"Fang?" I say sadly and shocked.

Author's Note: I am really sorry about the sudden cut off. I was going to put their conversation in with this chapter, but it was already so long. I will put it in chapter three. I read my reviews and a lot of you said to continue while others said this could be a three or four shot, but one really stumped me. This person said I shouldn't make it into a story, because it would just drag out the plot. But I acutally have a plot for this story. Besides don't y'all want to see a jealous Fang? Review and give me your thoughts! Sorry for the long author's note!