Chapter 2
Max's POV
Backtrack. Why is Fang kissing me? So I'm a little guilty. I kissed back. Blame my hormones. But then my common sense started working again, and I pulled away from him. He seemed disappointed at first, but then got over the rejection.
"Can we please go home now?" I asked looking at my shoes.
"Yeah, let's go." He grabbed my hand and we weaved in and out of the group of kids.
I was aware of people gossiping and texting about us. I knew they were. Everyone saw him kiss me. And him holding my hand is not helping the situation.
Once we were outside, he kept holding my hand, and I didn't pull away either. I was quietly forming a plan. A very good one. To pay him back for what he did to me.
When we got to the car, he pulled away and went to the driver's side, while I climbed in the passenger's seat. We didn't say anything.
He started up the car, and I saw a few people gaping at us. They're really annoying. During the car ride, we stayed silent.
I wasn't sure if this was awkward silence or comfortable silence. After a while, I finally realized something.
"Fang! God damn it!" I screamed at him.
"Woah-" He swerved in surprise. He got control again and then pulled over by the side of the street, in front of some houses.
"What happened?" He said panting.
"It's not raining!" I shouted at him.
Wanna know what he did? He grinned. A big ear to ear grin.
"A little white lie never hurt anyone." He winked at me.
I blushed and then smacked myself. Fang started laughing. Uncontrollably. After a while, he still didn't stop, so I honked the horn and he jumped.
"Sissy." I muttered.
"This sissy just went deaf."
"How did you know that I called you a sissy then?" I said smugly.
"I can read lips." He smiled smugly.
"Ugh." I groaned.
"What's wrong crybaby?" He asked. We were still parked by the street. I could feel myself getting really mad for some reason.
"Your my problem. You ruined my life in seventh grade and you still are!" I screamed at him. I couldn't take it anymore. I opened my car door and left.
"Woah. Max! Come back." He shouted after me, while getting out of the car too.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed at him and started running. It was just a few miles.
From what I could tell, he got back in the car and started coming for me. That's another thing to add to his resume: Stalker.
I cut through an alley. I knew exactly where I was going. Whenever life gives you sour lemons, you go to friend's house and brood. So that's what I'm doing. I'm going to my friend's house.
My friend, Dylan. He'll help me out with this. Hopefully. Fang got out of the car, and rushed up to me. How is he keeping up with me? I'm the fastest runner in track and he's a lazy bum.
"Max! Let's talk about this." He said, finally catching up to me and grabbing one of my arms.
"Seriously, leave me alone!" I screeched at him.
"Max, no!" He shoved me into the wall, and forced me to look at it.
"I'm sorry!" He shouted.
"I don't care! What's done is done!" I shouted back at him.
"People still like you. You're still popular!"
"It doesn't matter. I had to earn my way back to the top. Do you know how fucking hard that was?"
"It was four years ago! Just let it go!"
"I can't!" I screamed back at him. I felt tears start to run down my face as I remembered all the stares and rumors going on around school. All because he had to spill some stupid secret about me. I still remembered that day like it was two hours ago.
The humiliation, hurt and betrayal I felt. Fang was the one person I could talk to about that. My friends weren't the serious type. I had no one to talk to so me and Fang became friends and we told each other embarrassing, I'd-rather-die-than-have-people-find-out secrets.
Fang wiped away some tears and hugged me. Wanna know what I did? I cried on him. For an hour, in some dark alley, I cried into his shoulder. Why was I being a crybaby about it? I bottled up those memories and feelings from seventh grade a long time ago.
Ever heard the saying, Forgive and Forget? It kind of applies here. I was ready to forgive and forget, but I still wanted Fang to be as humiliated as I was. I wanted him to feel as vulnerable as I was. I wanted to see the betrayal in his eyes.
But right now? I wanted to go home and eat some chocolate chip cookies while listening to sad depressing music. Look at me. Maximum Ride, a softie.
I pulled away from Fang and wiped away the tears from my face. I looked up at him and saw a pained expression on his face.
"I want to go home." I felt my voice crack. I am going to have a very stern talking with myself later on.
He nodded and we walked to the car. I decided to lay down in the back. I had a massive headache, and I just wanted to disappear.
Soon, I fell asleep.
A/N: Next chapter may contain a flashback. And maybe some more fax. Review please, and read my other story Breaking Point. :)
Edited 7/1/13
