Chapter 3

Max's Pov

I tossed my food around with my fork, resting my chin on palm. Angel and Mikey were talking—I was really worrying about them—and Fang and I were silent. He was eating, oh was he eating, and I was playing with my spaghetti. I had lost my appetite the minute he had found my bottle and threw it in my face, the jerk. All the parents were talking, smiling, and laughing, great, just great. Now I was actually going to have to spend time with the idiot out of school. Great!

I felt someone kick my leg and my head shot up to look for the culprit. My eyes immediately shot to Mikey but he was too absorbed in Angel, wait that came out wrong… Then I heard him snicker and my glare shot to Fang. He smirked 'innocently' at me and my eyes narrowed before I turned back to my spaghetti, shoveling a spoonful into my mouth to stop myself from saying anything that would be frowned on by the 'rents.

I felt someone jab my ribs and I glared at him with a mouthful of food knowing that I probably looked ridiculous but I could care less. This boy just pisses me off. I swallowed and pushed my plate away from me towards Mikey. He turned towards me and I gave him a pleading look, he gave me suspicious look and I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. "Please," I mouthed and he gave me a heavy sigh before emptying the contents from my plate onto his. I beamed at him and took my plate to the kitchen.

I turned to go back to the kitchen but Fang suddenly appeared in front of me making screech. I glared at him once the shock left me. "What do you want?" I demanded placing my hands on my hips angrily. I immediately noticed the proximity of us but wasn't ready to back down, not yet.

His lip quirked up in a smirk (god, does the boy do anything other than smirk?!) and nodded his head towards his empty plate. And he's a mute. I shoved past him and slumped angrily in my seat. He presses all my buttons in the most annoying way. But what I hate the most is how much it's affecting me. I should be able to brush off his annoying ways, but I just… can't. It's impossible in the worst way.

Mikey gave me a look and I glared at him making him laugh before he turned back to Angel. I raised an eyebrow at them, well they're awfully close… I let out a breath and rubbed my forehead. I don't want them to like each other, that would be… wrong, and weird. A twenty year old does not date a freaking fifteen year old. It's like a rule.

"Weird huh?" I jumped and turned to glare at him but I guess I misjudged the space between us because when I turned our lips brushed just barely. I was shocked at this and let it show on my face as I jumped away from him. He gave me an odd look and I quickly turned, blushing a deep red. I mentally smacked myself for blushing and twiddled my thumbs until the end of dinner.

Fang left me alone for the rest of dinner and I would've been grateful had it been for a different reason, like I intimidated him too much for him to want to talk to me, or that he finally got the message that I didn't like him or even want to breathe his air. But, no, this reason was the worst. He had to stop because I accidentally kissed him. Technically it was his fault for being too close to me when he must've known that I was going to turn around, I mean what an idiot!

But my blush still hadn't ceded and I couldn't look at anyone even after he left.

What was wrong with me?

At school nothing happened until I was walking to my third period in which Fang was not in (thank god). Me being me I had walked slowly and took the long way knowing that that would avoid even less contact with Fang. You see, I wasn't avoiding him, I was simply giving myself time to think about why something so simple had affected me so much. But it was also what got me in this damned mess.

The late bell had just rung and I was still far from my class, maybe I should just skip… Better a no-show than a tardy, I always say! I turned back around, ready to go back to my locker when suddenly someone grabbed my arm and dragged down the hall. "HEY!" I protested yanking at my arm when I suddenly met Fang's eye. Of course. I glared at him, "What the hell?!" I demanded, grinding my feet into the slippery tiles, trying to stop but he was stronger than me.

"Fang!" I shouted, hitting him and attempting to trip him but nothing worked, he was a man on a mission. I glared at the back of his head as he dragged me along, thinking that he was just dropping me off at me class. But then we passed it.

"Umm… sorry to interrupt your inner turmoil but my class is back there," I said pointing to the hall behind me.

He shook his head and suddenly I was being pushed against the lockers, "Wha-" I asked and suddenly he was kissing me. I stood there, frozen, my eyes wide. When my brain finally started working I pushed him away.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I shouted and he gave me a look like he was trying to decide something. I was breathing heavily, leaning against the lockers trying to gain some composure but I was failing. What the hell was that? He ignores me all day and suddenly he's kissing me?! Sure I ignored him too, but I didn't go and throw myself at him!

"Nevermind," He said in a rushed tone and walked in the other direction. My stubbornness just had to kick in then. Why couldn't I have just let him go? I would've been free but no I had to go call his name.

He turned and I gave him an angry look, "Why the hell'd you do that?!" I demanded, my tone not being as angry as I would've liked but I hoped he didn't notice. He ran a hand through his hair and looking disoriented.

"Well?"

He shrugged angrily, "I don't know!" I glared at him for a lack of words and ran fingers through my hair. Why was he so confusing? Why did he have to go and kiss me? We had such a simple hate-hate relationship and now he had to go and do this! Why did he have to go and complicate things? Somewhere, deep, deep (deep, deep, deep, deep) down I knew that I was partially to blame to. I didn't have to go about showing how much it affected me, I could've played off that brush/kiss as nothing and resumed hating him and all would've been right in the world. But I just had to go and ruin it.

I sputtered for a bit before I gave up and stormed away. Apparently that's not what he wanted because before I knew it my back was pressed against the nearest wall with his lips hovering just over mine. "I had to know," He said softly and I quirked an eyebrow at him, trying to control my emotions, what was wrong with me?

"Know what?" I scoffed, my voice coming out more breathy than I would've liked but still came out strong.

He stayed quiet and it unnerved me in the worst way. I hated having this close and being so silent. "I… don't… know," he spoke slowly, pressing his forehead against mine. I realized the position we were in and suddenly thought of Dylan, why? I don't know, but it made me want to kiss him all the while wanting to push him away and yell at him. Dylan…why the hell do you remind me of Dylan? He was no Dylan but there was something about him that reminded me of him. I just didn't know what…

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away, hard. The only reason he budged was because he was shocked at my sudden movement. He fell flat on his ass, looking up at me shocked. I didn't waste time and before I knew it I was all but running down the hall.

"MAX! WAIT!" I heard him yell but I kept on going. I wasn't ready to face him yet, and I'm not sure I ever will be.

After school Angel and Fang came over, why, I'm not sure. All I know is that Angel wanted to invite me to something (she had already invited Nudge and Ella, they got along great) and Fang was supposed to walk her. But I saw the confused look on her face when he said it, it was obvious he was lying.

I shrugged, "What day?"

"Oh this Saturday," She said with an excited grin. As much as I wanted to say yes I couldn't, dancing with my friends seemed like so much more fun than spending a night gossiping about boys and dances and whatnot with two girls, one that I barely knew! Oh and I'd also have to deal with Fang being just a few rooms over.

"I'm sure she'd love to go!" Mikey said for me. I glared at him and cut off Angel.

"I can't, actually," I sent him a pointed look before turning back to her. "I have plans on Saturday." I could practically feel Mikey's hard look on my head, but I ignored it.

"Really, now?" Mikey asked and I turned innocently to him.

"Yep!" I said, popping the 'p'.

"What are they?" I turned to Fang and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, what are they?" I sighed and gave them both annoyed looks.

"If you really must know, I'm studying with Noah," I said, knowing that Noah and his parents would cover for me if my own parents called. His parents pitied me for an odd reason, they told me that they thought that if they were really lax with me then I'd be better, whatever the hell that means.

"With Noah?" Mikey asked, discomfort obvious in his tone. I nodded at him flashing him an innocent smile.

"Yep, I don't like my math tutor and he's actually passing so I asked and he agreed. There a problem?" I batted my lashes innocently at him and he just glared at the wall.

"Nope." I knew that if it had to do with my grade he'd agree no matter what or who I would be studying with.

I turned back to Angel and smiled sadly at her, "Sorry, maybe next time." But I already knew that every time I would just say no. And I didn't want her to take it personally but my other friends had more fun and their fun was just more entertaining than Nudge and Ella's fun.

She frowned but nodded anyway, "It's okay, I get it, I suck at math, so I get it."

I smiled gratefully at her and patted myself on the back, I really should join the drama club.

I'd be the best.

That night, after eleven when I knew everyone was asleep I looked out my window and saw a smiling Dylan at the bottom. "Rapunzal, Rapunzel, hurry your ass up!" I laughed quietly and threw my heels at him. He caught them easily and grinned cheekily at him. I rolled my eyes and quickly slipped down the drainpipe. I landed easily and Dylan handed me my shoes. I took them gratefully and slipped them on.

"Well you look ravishing," He said in a mock British accent, making me laugh. I hit his arm and walked ahead of him, wanting to get to the car already, it was colder than I expected.

"Thanks but don't go all cannibal on me," I threw over my shoulder, hearing him laugh silently. I was dressed in a short white, lace dress that had a pale, pale pink slip with long sleeves made of lace. (Forgot to say this on the others but pic on profile at the very, very bottom) My heels were the same white/pink shade with a lace covering my foot. (also on my profile) My hair was just down but I straightened it this time.

I got to the car and beamed at Ratchet who was sitting in the front seat. "You clean up good, Ride," He said, his eyes running up and down my body. I rolled my eyes and smirked at him.

"Not so bad yourself, perv." He grinned up at me and patted the seat next to him, "Come sit next to papa."

"You're a weirdo." But I listened to him, what can I say, I love sitting in the front. The others were sitting in the back, looking very cramped. Anna was on Nate's lap, Lacey was squished up against them along with Star on her right.

"Maxie, hon, you're gunna have to sit on Dylan dearests lap because there is no way in hell I'm going to allow him back here," Lacey said her voice starting off sweet but going to serious with each word. I laughed at her voice and got out of the car, letting Dylan go in first. I couldn't help but think about that time at the beach, wow this was going to be awka-awkward.

He grinned up at me and patted his lap, "Come tell Santa what you want for Christmas!"

"Go to hell," I said with a sweet grin before sitting back down on his lap. His arms encircled my waist from behind and he nuzzled my neck making me giggle a little before pushing him away only for him to go back at it again.

Idiot.

The music thumped through club, vibrating the ground as we danced. I was grinding against some random person, but at the moment I couldn't really care. His hands gripped my hips as we moved to the music. I threw my arms in the air, pressing back into him making him groan a little. Poor guy, going through all this trouble for something he wasn't going to get. He pulled my hair slightly to the side and traced kisses on my now exposed neck as we danced. I probably would've stopped it there but Lacey's bad influence was rubbing off on me and, well, I had one shot too many. Lacey was a known tease and had gotten many guys kicked out of the clubs for fighting over her, yes it was her favorite pass time.

I ground further into him, feeling his little friend press against my thigh. I hid my smile and danced some more. He turned me suddenly and pressed his lips roughly against mine. I knew that I should've stopped it there but I was having too much fun. And, okayyy, maybe I wanted to kiss someone and not think about it. I didn't want to have to worry about facing him later. He'd just be a familiar stranger. I kissed him back wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers in his hair.

Suddenly he was being pulled away from me and an angry looking Dylan was in front of me. He grabbed my arm and began pulling me away from him. "Whoa, man, come on," The guy complained, standing up from where he had fallen. He gave Dylan an angry look, "I got her first."

Then Dylan said something that shocked me so much I kind of just stood there frozen for a moment. "She's my girlfriend," He hissed out angrily. The other guy gave me a look that I couldn't quite understand in my tipsy state but I'm sure it was uncertainty.

I stumbled slightly as Dylan pulled me away. I heard the other guy mutter something and before I knew it Dylan was no longer at my side and the guy I was just dancing with was on the floor, groaning, holding his hand over his bleeding (probably broken) nose.

"DYLAN!" I hissed, rushing forward to grab his forearm, forcing him to stop from attacking the guy.

The guy got up and muttered curses under his breath before turning and pushing through the crowd that was still dancing as if nothing had happened. I turned him around and he glared angrily, not necessarily at me, but through me, in a sense. It was like he couldn't see me.

I met his eye, "What the hell was that?" I slurred and scowled at my voice. Okay, I wasn't that drunk.

"He was being a bitch, Max, let it go." He tried to push past me but it only made me stumble which made him come back to make sure I was okay.

"Whatdaya mean?" I asked giggling at his face. I couldn't be that drunk… Oooh… his eyes are sooooo blue…

"He called you a whore." And his hair is so soooooft! Wait. What!

"Damn, I was that bad, huh?" He laughed breathily and ran a hand through his hair, nodding.

"Yep, that bad."

I grinned up at him and patted his cheek. I'm hungry… Maybe I'll make myself a sandwich later. "I blame Lacey."

He nodded in agreement, "She's just as bad, worse even." Who am I kidding? I can't cook, let alone make a sandwich.

"But she's fun." He rolled his eyes and suddenly he was closer. Maybe I'll beg Ratchet to buy me a sandwich.

"Not that fun," He whispered, his voice getting quieter. No, there aren't any stores open now.

I grinned up at him, "She so is." But there are drive-throughs.

He shook his head, his soft blonde hair landing in his bright blue eyes. "You haven't really met her then." I rolled my eyes. Maybe a baconator…

"What's there to know? She's got good drinking stamina; she's a tease but has definitely slept with an interesting amount of people, and she's an only child. Am I missing anything?" He grinned at me and placed his hands on my hips. Yep, definitely a baconator. With extra bacon!

"Nope, that's 'bout it," He said, his voice husky. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Maybe I'll get a soda.

"See, she is fun." He laughed quietly and pressed his forehead against mine. Yep, that sounds good.

"Whatever." Then his lips were pressed against mine and we were kissing. Obviously. I tangled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back. Then, of course, his phone rang. Now where have I seen this before? I heard him groan but he still pulled away.

"Damn, Max," He muttered making me chuckle a little. He pulled away reluctantly and answered his phone. He gave me a look of lust and longing before turning and going down the hall leading to the bathrooms.

I lightly pressed my fingers to my lips and bit my lip as realization hit me: kissing him reminded me of Fang.

I was screwed. And not in the good way.

A/N: :D Idk but this chapter kind of made me smile. But then frown because I'm not sure who I want her to end up with. I think I have an idea... but I'm still unsure. Tell me who you'd prefer though I'm pretty sure I already know :) I'm a mind reader!

~Tattooed Wings~

"Tell me with your mind, body and spirit, I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British. Whether we're together or apart
We can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start"

Over Again- One Direction

I'm going through a phase! Plus the first line is funny :)