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Chapter 2
Fang's POV
"Okay, kids, we have a new student joining our school tomorrow. Her name is Maxine Ride. You will do your best to make her feel welcome. She will be joining this class for homeroom. You may socialize for the rest of class," Mrs. Johnson told us in a monotone, pushing her tiny circular glasses up the bridge of her crooked nose before looking back down at the stack of papers she was grading.
The rest of the class broke into whispers. It wasn't very often for people to join our school since it was for rich kids. She was probably like every other girl. All the rich girls here were so snobby and slutty. Seriously. This one girl named Lissa had a different boyfriend practically everyday. She probably went out with the whole grade. I definitely wasn't one of them.
I didn't really think about dating anybody. It just wasn't my thing. Girls were just way too complicated. I looked at my best friend Iggy who was grinning like an idiot.
"What?" I asked him with a frown.
"Think that Max girl is hot?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. He was such a sexist pig.
"Seriously?" I snorted.
"C'mon, dude, it's not every day a new girl comes. The girls here pretty much pay to look good. And there hasn't been a new person in our grade forever. This could be a good change," he told me with a grin.
"You, my friend, have a girlfriend. Remember? Tess?" I told him.
"Yeah, but I was getting kind of tired of her anyway," he told me. My eyes flashed.
"Don't break her heart, man. Come on. You've done this so many times. And I actually like Tess. She's not as bad as the other girls, and she's really nice," I told him with a frown.
"I know. I do feel bad, really. But I don't feel the same way I do about her now than I did last month," he hissed. I snorted.
"Yeah, right," I told him, rolling my eyes.
"You know what? I think a good thing came out of this conversation," Iggy told me. I arched my eyebrow.
"What's that?" I asked.
"That's the most you've ever talked in forever," he told me with a grin.
"Shut up," I mumbled, flicking my hair away from my eyes.
I heard a bunch of sighs and rolled my eyes, looking around. Just as I expected. All the girls were sitting there, making goo-goo eyes at me. As much as I liked that (note the sarcasm), it was really uncomfortable if not annoying.
"Must be great to have all the girls fall over for you. But you don't even give them a second glance. What's wrong with you, dude?" Iggy exclaimed angrily.
"None of these girls here appeal to me," I told him. Iggy groaned and slapped his forehead, rolling his eyes. He was my best friend, but sometimes he really bugged me.
We talked the rest of homeroom; Iggy managing to annoy me most of the time, and when the bell rang, I walked off to English while he went to History. The rest of the day was such a drag, and I was more than happy to go home. I couldn't help but think about the new kid. Maybe she would be different from the other girls? Probably not. She was probably like Lissa or Bridget.
I pondered that as I sat at my desk at home, staring out the window, supposed to be finishing my math homework. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, pulling me out of my thoughts. I rolled my eyes and smirked as I looked at the caller ID. Iggy.
Max's POV
The soft purr of the car stopped. My eyes opened and I looked up blearily in front of me. My cheek was stuck onto the window, and my body felt sore as I pulled myself upright. My mouth felt disgusting and I was starving. I looked outside of the window. I was in California. I could just tell. It was a bit different than where I was before.
"Maximum, we are here," a harsh voice told me.
I looked up, still out of it, as I saw Jeb staring straight at me. I groaned and pushed the car door open before stumbling outside. The sun beat against my skin, and I longed for the air conditioning inside the car. Jeb grabbed my luggage and threw it out of the trunk, leaving it on the dusty sidewalk. I looked around me. Even though it was bright and sunny outside, the place looked dark and gloomy and had a depressing atmosphere.
"Just go inside the house. I will be going back. You will send the money to me each month, and I will come to check up on occasionally. So don't do anything you will regret," he warned.
"Yes, sir," I replied, emotionless.
"I will know if you do. Don't think you can ever get away," he told me before getting into the car and driving off.
I sighed, trying to hold back my tears. I watched until his car disappeared, trying to make the best of this situation. No more Jeb. For a little while. I turned around.
In front of me was a single house. It was not that big and I sighed as I pulled my bags up. I hitched one on each shoulder and struggled to drag the other. The one on my shoulder fell off and I tripped and fell down, scraping my bare knee on the ground. I groaned, sitting up and examining my knee. It was ripped and bleeding a bit. There were a few drops of blood on my shorts, but it wasn't too bad.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked a deep voice.
I looked up to see a guy dressed in all black staring at me. My first impression of him was DANGER, only because he was strolling these gloomy streets plus he was wearing black. My second thought was damn he's hot. He had jet black hair, beautiful dark brown eyes that seemed to look deep into me, and smooth olive toned skin. Underneath his shirt and black leather jacket, I could see that he was really muscular. My eyes widened. He coughed.
"Oh. Um. Yeah. I'm totally fine," I stuttered, looking up at him with a small smile. What was wrong with the cool, suave Max? I usually was never fazed by anybody. Why now? There was an awkward silence.
"Need help?" he asked me. I pulled myself off the ground and just shook my head at him.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am," I replied with a small smile, "Thanks anyways."
I frowned as he walked over, grabbing two of the bags.
"I said I didn't need any help," I protested, sticking my hands casually into my back pockets just for something to do.
"Looked like the opposite to me," he replied with a small smile after examining me. My heart fluttered. I just nodded and grabbed the last one, following him up the steps. We stopped at the porch.
The house was large and a dark, reddish black. It didn't look inviting at all. The guy looked at me, and I looked back. We were silent for a while.
"Aren't you going to open the door?" he asked me.
"Oh. Right," I replied, making no move to open the door. Gosh I was so awkward.
I knew that somebody was inside, waiting for me. But it was just all so weird. I put my hands in my pockets, and frowned as they looped around a ring-like shape. I pulled it out, and they jingled. Oh. Jeb probably put the keys in my pocket before he left somehow. I fumbled with them, sticking them into the door and opening it. He dropped the bags off right next to the door and leaned against it, looking at me as I put mine next to the others.
"Thanks," I told him with a smile.
"No problem. So, why haven't I seen you around?" he told me.
"Yeah, I'm…I kind of just moved here," I replied.
He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when somebody walked towards us. I looked up in surprise to see a man standing there. He was bald, with bulging muscles. He wore a black wife beater with a bunch of tattoos running down his right arm. He had various facial piercings, which would be intimidating to me, but it was nothing I haven't seen before.
"Who are you?" asked the bald guy, looking at the guy next to me.
"Um. I just dropped her bags off for her. I was just about to leave," the hot guy told him, looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I avoided his gaze.
"Great. Now go," the bald guy demanded.
"Okay, okay." The other guy replied, raising his hands up.
He took one look at me again, and I made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They looked deep into mine, and I was sure they could read the anxiety in mine. He frowned, looking confused. The bald guy coughed and the guy's eyes tore away from mine.
"Bye," he muttered, opening the front door. I grabbed his arm.
"Wait," I said. He arched his eyebrows.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Thanks," I told him. He just grinned and shrugged before walking down the steps and down the sidewalk. I walked outside and watched for a while at his retreating figure.
"Wait!" I yelled after him. He turned.
"I didn't get your name!" I yelled.
"It's Fang," he told me before turning around and walking off. I smiled, leaning my back against the door. "Fang," I muttered, liking the sound of the name on my lips. It was weird, but nice. It suited him. I grinned before walking inside.
"Who was that?" grunted the bald guy.
"Just somebody," I replied.
"Did you get money from him?" he asked me, excited.
"Hold your horses. I just got here. My work doesn't start until tomorrow at school," I growled at him, angry that he spoiled my mood.
I grabbed my bags and tried my best to move them away from this guy; I hated that I couldn't stay alone. That Jeb made sure that somebody was monitoring me. I could never escape. I walked into the first room I could find, deciding to make it mine. I threw my stuff in the corner and threw myself on the mangy bed shoved to the side, not looking around me at the room.
I kind of wanted to see that Fang guy again, but wasn't counting on it. He seemed kind not rich kid material. But he was really sweet. I mean what guy you just met would actually help you take your bags into your house? I groaned. I just wanted to get out of here. Get away from all these people. I tried to take my mind off of that guy. It made me think that there actually were nice people out there.
And that maybe I could trust people. But no. You can never trust anybody. They will always betray you. Always. My mom did. She always promised that she would be with me for the rest of my life. But she lied. I trusted her. But my trust and hope died along with her. I could never trust anybody again. Never.
I began to shake, and reached back into my bag, pulling out my escape. I wanted so badly to dump all of it in the toilet and flush my problems away, just like that. But I knew I couldn't. Once I started, I could never stop. True for both my addiction and my life.
I did what I had to do to make the pain go away. And I spent the rest of the day, hung-over, feeling like crap. My body was sore, I felt disgusting, but I couldn't feel the pain. I knew it was there, but it was just numbed. I smiled, starting to giggle. Was I turning psychotic? Hopefully not, but most likely.
Everything happening was just building up inside me. I knew that I would crack someday. Hopefully that day would be soon. I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping to drift off into a peaceful sleep.
(I'm going to do the above stuff in Fang's POV just so you get his perspective of her.)
Fang's POV
After I was done talking to Iggy, I looked outside. It was only five in the afternoon, and it was really sunny. I pressed my hand against the window, feeling the warmth against the glass. I smirked and decided to go for a stroll. I walked out of my room, grabbed my leather jacket that I just had to wear even though it was hot outside, and threw an "I'll be back before dinner" over my shoulder to my parents. I shrugged on my jacket, and walked down the street, looking around me.
I walked around the happy neighborhood and saw little girls running around the lawn in bathing suits, playing in the sprinklers. They were jumping up and down, squealing with huge grins on their tiny faces. I noticed Angel running to join them. She looked up, saw me, and her eyes sparkled as she waved at me.
I grinned at her before walking off. A guy was walking on the other side of the street, nodding off to his iPod. A few people were jogging or riding their bikes. Other than that, there was no activity in my neighborhood.
I walked past my neighborhood, and past others, not really thinking about where I was going. I wasn't really thinking at all actually. Just walking. It felt right. I found myself maneuvering around streets and roads. A sleek black car rushed by me, spraying some water towards me, startling me out of my thoughts. I grunted, wiping the water off my face. I looked around me. This place was a bit less rich or "posh" as my mom would say.
I walked a bit further and saw a girl about my age in front of me, looking up at a dark red house. She had a bunch of luggage surrounding her, and she looked…almost sad. I frowned. She bent down to pick up the bags, the muscles in her arms and legs flexing. I watched her take a step before one of the bags slipped down her arm, pulling her with it. I heard a small squeak escape from her as she fell, and she examined her knee.
I walked towards her, and asked, "hey, are you okay?"
Her head snapped up to look at me, and I saw how pretty she was. Her face was a bit tanned, and clear. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she had beautiful, rich brown eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, her bangs slightly covering her eyes, and strands of hair hung around her face. She was wearing a purple tank top with jean shorts.
My eyes trailed to the cut on her knee before looking back at her face. She was just staring at me, as if she were surprised. I coughed to get her attention. She snapped up and her cheeks burned.
"Oh. Um. Yeah. I'm totally fine," she stuttered, looking up at me. She gave me a tiny smile and I returned it.
"Need help?" I asked. She pulled herself up and shook her head. I frowned.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah, I am," she replied with a tight smile, "Thanks anyways."
I rolled my eyes. She obviously did. I reached over anyway and grabbed the bags, lifting them easily.
"I said I didn't need any help," she protested, glaring at me before sticking her hands into her back pocket, looking casually hot. I did not just think that.
"Looked like the opposite to me," I replied with a small smile. Her eyes looked vacant and she just nodded and grabbed the last one. I walked up the steps and felt her soft breathing behind me as she followed me up.
When we reached the porch, I turned to look at her. She looked back at me, confused. There was a long pause.
"Aren't you going to open the door?" I asked her.
"Oh. Right," she replied, just standing there.
She looked like she was deep in thought before she dug her hand into her pocket. I saw her eyes widen as they looped around something and she pulled a pair of keys out. She fumbled around with them, and opened the door. I smiled and dropped the bags inside, leaning against the doorway, studying her. Who was she? She didn't look familiar at all, and I knew a lot of people around here.
"Thanks," she told me with a small smile.
"No problem. So, why haven't I seen you around?" I asked her, voicing my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm…I kind of just moved here," she replied after sometime.
I raised my eyebrows. She looked almost nervous. I was about to say something when I heard footsteps. I looked up to see a bald, buff man with tattoos and piercings. I frowned. What was a sweet girl like her doing in a house with a man like this?
"Who are you?" asked the bald guy.
"Um. I just dropped the bags off for her. I was just about to leave," I told him with a frown. I looked at the girl, and she was obviously avoiding my eyes.
"Great. Now go," the bald guy demanded.
"Okay, okay." I replied, raising my hands.
I looked back at the girl and she looked up at my eyes. I looked deep into hers, and could read anxiety, hurt, and…was it fear? I frowned. Why would she be fearful? I heard a cough, and I looked away, coming back to reality.
"Bye," I muttered, opening the front door without looking back. I felt a hand close around mine.
"Wait," said a soft female voice.
"Yeah?" I asked, turning around to look at her.
"Thanks," she told me. I grinned, shrugged, and walked down the steps and down the sidewalk. I looked at the setting sun, my mind elsewhere.
"Wait!" a voice yelled again. I looked back.
"I didn't get your name!" she hollered squinting at me.
"It's Fang," I told her before turning around and walking off.
As I walked away, I mentally slapped my head for not asking for her name. She seemed different from other girls; almost intriguing. I wanted to know more about her. I wished that the bald guy didn't interrupt us. I kept thinking about her as I walked back home. I later decided. So what? It wasn't like I would ever see her again. How wrong I was.
So that was chapter 2… :D wow this was pretty long…I think. I mean 11 pages? Does that count as long?
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