This chapter is longer than chapter 1, I hope you guys like it(:
Fang's POV
Why can't Max just listen to anyone but herself for once? I thought, while slamming my fists on the lockers, hearing the bangs echo off of the empty school halls.
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned around, sliding my back against the lockers, finally sitting down. I put my elbows on my knees and pressed the palms of my hands on my tired eyes.
I groaned out loud, Why is she so damn stubborn all the time? I thought and slammed the back of my head on the lockers, looking at the ceiling.
The more I thought of it, the more I knew it was my fault. I should've never brought up that asshole in the first place. It just slipped out and there was no way of taking it back. As soon as I said it, I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
The night that happened, was the worst night of my life. My parents were out of town for the weekend, so like any typical teenage guy, I
threw a party. I knew a lot of people and a lot of people knew me, so of course, a lot of people came.
But before I get ahead of myself, I need to tell you how Max and Dylan actually met. I know Max said that I introduced them, but it didn't exactly happen like that.
One day after school the whole football team went to Iggy's house to eat pizza. Iggy is by far, my best-friend. I've known him since I was 1, and we have never had a fight over anything. The weird thing? Iggy and Max are twins. And Iggy is the most protective brother I have ever seen. I'm not going to lie when I say Max is definitely the hottest girl at our school. Even though I 'hate' her, I have to give her that. She is athletic, beautiful, sweet to everyone except for me- Oh. Sorry about that. Let's just get back on topic? Hehe...
Anyways, Iggy has made it clear to the whole football team that Max is off limits. And Iggy can be pretty damn intimidating when he wants to be. So you can see half of the guys at our school having a pretty hard time on what to do about this. But that didn't stop Dylan last year. (Sophomore year) Okay now I will start explaining the story.
So we all went to Iggy's house, AKA Max's house, and went to their backyard to set up tables to eat on. Max was probably up in her room watching tv when we first got there, but eventually she came down. The whole team was scattered in and out of the house just talking and having a good time. When Max came down stairs she was wearing a white tank top with her black spandex on. Dear lord help me.
So me and Iggy were just talking about the first few weeks of school when Max came down stairs looking like that. I looked up and almost lost it. My breathe caught and I couldn't help but stare at her long, tan legs, or her perfectly flat stomach...
ANYWAYS.
"Not now..." Iggy said in a hushed tone and squeezed his eyes shut and walked over to where she was, very quickly. I followed of course.
"Jesus, Max, go put some clothes on." Iggy glared at her.
"What are you talking about? I wear my spandex around the house every day. And nobody is here except for this sack of stupid." She said, motioning towards me. I glared at her and she returned it.
"Max today is Wednesday. The whole football team is over. Now please go put something else on." Iggy said in a rushed tone, trying to get her to go change before anyone else saw her.
Max just glared at her brother, "Iggy, I'm pretty sure the whole football team, and the whole school, has seen me in spandex. We have volleyball games every Monday and Thursday."
I decided to jump in. "Yes, we know Max, and we don't want to have start seeing you in your spandex three times a week." I said with a smirk on my face.
Iggy smacked his hand on his forehead, "Now you've done it." he said "Now she is never gonna change."
If looks could kill, I would already be six feet under. Max was blushing a deep red and looked like she was about to hit me. And believe me, this girl can punch. Before she could speak, or punch for that matter, Dylan Kain walked up to our little huddle. It was his first year at our school and I hated him with a passion. And Iggy hated him just as much.
Iggy's veins in his arms started popping out, as well as mine. Our fists were clenched as he stood there gawking at Max like an idiot. Iggy took a deep breath and looked at Max.
"I'm done. Do whatever you want." and he walked away. I was shocked, if anyone but me even came up to Max to give her a pencil, he would break it in half. If you know what I mean. Which I hope you do because I don't really get it either.
ANYWAYS...
So Iggy walked off, just leaving the three of us. I stared at Max and just shook my head. She had really done it now.
Dylan turned to me, "Hey Fang! Wassup bro?" and put his hand out for me to do that bro handshake thing. But being the badass I am, I just stared at him. Oh yea.
He pulled his hand back and turned to Max, who was still glaring at me. He smiled widely at her and put his hand out.
"Hey, I'm Dylan. You must be Max?"
She glared at me for a second longer then turned to the faggot and gave him a huge smile. My mouth dropped open at her bipolar-ness and waited for her next move.
"Yup, the one and only." and took his hand, shaking it. She smiled even larger when he kissed her hand.
WHAT DOES THIS LOOK LIKE.
I stood there for a second longer and then walked off, to find Iggy.
~~~END FLASHBACK~~~
See? So I never introduced them, he rudely interrupted our conversation.
I stood up and tried to clear my head while walking to my car. When I was almost to the parking lot the bell rang and people filled the halls. I tried to escape the madness of the people laughing and talking, walking in every direction and it was nearly impossible.
THERE IS SO MANY PEOPLE JALQPSJDNQ.
I finally made it out to the parking lot and realized I had football practice this afternoon.
WHOOPTY FREAKIN DOO. Can this day get any worse?
I decided just to get my car and drive it over to the practice field. When I got in the car I called Iggy first to see if he wanted a ride. I won't bore you with the details of our conversation, but he did want a ride.
As I waited for what it seemed like hours, Iggy finally got to the car, and climbed in the passenger seat. Oh yea, I forgot to explain my car! Well for starters, it's the coolest thing you've ever seen.
I have a white, 2011 ford f-150, with a black brush guard on the front and black splatter paint on the back, and it's jacked up. It's pretty awesome.
ANYWAYS. Sorry guys, it's like I have the attention span of a goldfish today.
So Iggy climbed in the car and threw his bag in the floor board. He gave out a huge sigh and leaned his head back against the seat, then turned to look at me.
"Rough day?" Iggy asked.
"Yup." I said taking a deep breath, "You too?" I said turning to him.
"You have no idea." he said closing his eyes and laying his head against the seat again.
I put the car in drive and headed for the practice field. If we would've walked it might have taken about 5 minutes but it only took us 2 to get there.
Again, I'm not going to bore you with how football practice went. In all, it was very boring, and we ran a lot. So let's skip to after practice.
Iggy and I got in my car and I immediately blasted the a/c. We were both relieved as the cold air blasted our skin. We both had to work extra hard in practice, you see we are both juniors, and Iggy is the quarterback, and I am running back. The funny thing? It's been like that since freshman year. So every year up until now the guys older than us, didn't like us. But everyone this year seems to have chilled out.
I turned on the radio to 102.5 and asked "Do you want me to take you back to the parking lot to get your car?"
"Yea, thanks man." he said exhausted.
I drove back to the parking lot and looked around for his red corvette but didn't see it anywhere.
"Hey, where did you park? I can't find your car." I said while slapping him to get him to wake up.
"Ohhhhhhhh yeaaaaa... I rode with Max to school this morning. Find her car and I'll call to tell her to come on." He said sleepily, grabbing his phone.
"Max left school during last period today." I said thinking about what happened earlier.
"What? Why did she leave?" He said looking at me.
I just looked down and rubbed my face with my hands.
"Ahhh. Again? Dude, look. This has got to stop, can't you guys just try to-" he told me.
"Get along? Yea, I've tried that about a million times. Pretty sure that's never gonna happen. Sorry bro." I said and gripped the steering wheel, "You need a ride home?"
"Yea I guess. Do you know how pissed Max probably is? She is probably beyond pissed. This sucks, now I'm never going to get any sleep with her ranting around the house. You suck. This has been going on, for what, 16 years? You know what she will probably rip my head off when I get home. Every time you guys get in a fight, do you wanna know the first question she asks me as soon as I get home? Why are you friends with that jerkweed anyway? And it really confuses me because I don't even know what a jerkweed is or what they do or why you are one. And I don't want to know. You know what else? I'm not going home right now. We are going to your house and I'm going to sit on your couch and eat all of your food while Max eats all of mine." he rambled on and on.
I groaned "Okay fine." and drove home.
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When we finally got to my house and Iggy did exactly what he said he was going to do. He walked in, turned on my tv, got all of my food, sat down, and consumed all of my food.
This went on for about 2 hours until my mom came in and announced,
"Hi boys. I hope you didn't ruin your appetite because we are going to Iggy's house for dinner."
Oh did I forget to tell you guys our parents were best friends? Well they are. And remember how earlier, Max said she never wanted to see me again? I guess that's not going to come true.
This should be interesting.
Tell me what you think?(: I've never done Fang's POV before. Hope I did good!
