I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I had this ROTC thing all last week :/ I had to go from eight in the freaking morning to four in the afternoon to the high school, where I apparently was learning 'good leadership qualities' –eye roll-
Anyhow, enough of my complaining, here is the next chapter!
"I know it is legal to be ugly, but Max you are abusing the privilege."
I sucked in a breath, looking out my window from my cozy spot on the bed and into Fang's window, where he stood (shirtless, again, not that I minded too much…*cough*). He grinned crookedly at me and I said,
"Hey, Nick, I wrote you a poem. It goes like this:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
God made me pretty
What the hell happened to you?"
Fang chuckled, a deep sound from his chest, and leaned out his window. I was a little aggravated, because I had finally convinced myself to read over my history book for tomorrow's test, and now this idiot was pestering me. Still, I had to admit it was fun having all of these insult wars with him.
"So, you're studying?" Fang asked. I gasped.
"Wow, you actually know what studying is, considering you never do it. Maybe you can learn your ABC's tomorrow."
"I don't need to study. I've got all I need right here," he flashed a set of index cards and I raised my eyebrows.
"Cheating?" I had always known Fang was a lot of things, but I never thought he was a cheater. For a second, I felt…disappointed in him, which was absurd because I shouldn't feel anything but annoyance and anger towards Fang, but I couldn't help it…
"I prefer to call it, 'using materials to better my test score' but hey, to each their own," Fang smirked.
"Well, I hope you get caught. Cheating is unhealthy," I spat.
"No, what is unhealthy is you going out in public without a paper bag covering your face. Have you no mercy for everybody's eye site?"
"If you don't watch what you say, I'm going to crawl out of this window tonight and kill you in your sleep."
"The first part of that sounds interesting…" Fang wiggled his eyebrows and I let out a disgusted moan. I stood up and prepared to shut my window.
"Good night, F-Nick," I told him.
"Good night, Maxie Max," he smiled, blowing me a kiss. I pretended to catch it, throw it on the ground, and then I stomped my foot like I was crushing it. Fang's dark eyes sparkled with amusement and he only shook his head.
"Oh, and I won't be the one getting caught cheating," he added, before I slammed my window shut.
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Five dollars to anybody who can tell me what time period the Aztec civilization began and what its major downfalls were.
No, I'm serious here.
I mentally groaned and regretted that I hadn't taken Nudge's advice and 'studied hard.' But let's face it; MTV is just too interesting when compared to reading over a history book. Now as I stared at the test, I wanted to go back in time and tell myself to study.
To make matters worse, I was the only person in the classroom left with a test, as everybody else had already finished. Shuffling uncomfortably in my seat, a flash of color caught my eye. Curious, I dipped my head down and saw a stack of what looked to be index cards at my feet. Intrigued to what they were, I picked the set up and brought it to the top of my desk, forgetting momentarily that I was in the middle of a test.
"Mr. Morris! Max is cheating!" Fang's voice was like a bullet piercing the silence. My head snapped up at the accusation and Mr. Morris stroke quickly towards me, snatching the cards right out of my hands as I sat there in a stunned, confused shock. Mr. Morris read the cards aloud, and on each card was an important fact of the Aztec civilization. My face got paler with every fact.
Mr. Morris shook his head and spoke in a disappointed tone. "Max, I'm afraid I'm going to have to send you to the office for this."
"But I wasn't cheating!" I insisted. "The cards were under my desk! I sa-"I paused and turned to look at Fang as the pieces fit together.
"Oh, and I won't be the one getting caught cheating," he added, before I slammed my window shut.
He had told me last night what he was going to do and I hadn't realized it until now, when he had already planted the cards. Giving him one of my signature Max glares, he only smirked.
'Pay back' he mouthed, winking. My mouth dropped open as I continued to glare at him. Fang was going to regret ever messing with me, because as of now, I was going to make his life hell.
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Fang's little stunt landed me with three days of lunch detention, which I started tomorrow. At least I had one lunch day to plot my next prank on Fang.
I sat down in a huff beside Nudge, who apparently had already been informed on what had gone down in History class. J.J. and Sam plopped down beside us as we dug into our lunches. Due to the fact that our cafeteria food looked like it was ready to crawl off the lunch treys, I always brought my lunch to school. I had brought my own lunch since about third grade, and I wanted to gag as I watched Sam bite into the meatloaf the school was serving today.
"One day, you'll wake up and have another arm or something from eating this food," I warned him. J.J. chuckled,
"What? Does it have radiation in it?"
I shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past them. Have you ever seen meatloaf look so…" I couldn't find a word to describe it.
Sam gulped. "Erm, Max, its spaghetti day. This isn't meatloaf…it's spaghetti."
Gag me with a spork!
I pulled out my lunch, which consisted of two sandwiches, a bag of Doritos, grapes, and then a large cup of Dr. Pepper.
"So, how do you intend on getting Fang back?" Sam asked. I frowned.
"I don't know yet, but I'll figure something out. I mean, we're next door neighbors. Who knows, if I do a little spying on him, I'll probably be able to find something to embarrass him with. And, since his little siblings are more then willing to cooperate, I don't think its going to be that difficult," I answered. After such a long explanation, my throat was dry and I opened up my cup of Dr. Pepper. It felt unusually heavy, but I didn't pay it any mind as I titled the cup up and prepared to drink.
Something slick and smooth fell in my mouth. I pulled the cup back and screamed as the worms had slithered in my mouth. Leaping up, I spat them out and gagged, grabbing Sam's carton of milk to rinse my mouth out. My cup had crashed to the floor and busted open, reveling dozens of worms that had been planted in it. They slithered around the floor and I let out another shriek as I felt like I could still feel them on my tongue.
I breathed heavily, and then I realized that the cafeteria had grown very, very quiet. I dared to look around, and saw every eye plastered on me. The only noise came from a table near the back windows, where Fang and his buddies were laughing worse then a pack of hyenas. Gaining courage from their laughter, the rest of the cafeteria began to giggle, and then chuckle, and finally everybody was laughing as hard as Fang. My face burned and I turned on my heels and bolted out of the cafeteria.
So, Fang had played two tricks on me today. The first one wasn't too bad, so I should have known something worse was coming. But worms in my cup? That was disgusting!
I slid into a bathroom stall and locked the door. I leaned against the door, trying to slow my heartbeat. I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life, nor had I ever been as pissed off. My entire body seemed to burn with anger and my mind raced with thoughts on how I could get Fang back.
"Max? You in here?"
I jumped at Nudge's voice and I heard the soft click of her heels as she entered the restroom. I could hear J.J. 's sneakers following behind her and I almost felt too ashamed to face my best friends. Managing a sigh, I unlocked the door and stepped out.
"Oh, Max!" Nudge yelled, throwing her arms around my neck. I shifted uncomfortably under her embrace but Nudge refused to move back.
"That was so low of him! I wonder if he realizes what a major health concern that was! I mean, worms are just such icky creatures, and you would think that he would have enough sense not to put them in somebody's cup! But don't worry, because as of now J.J. and I are fully committed to helping you get pay back on that lowlife. And, also as of now, I do not think Fang is hot."
I laughed. "Good to know, Nudge. Good to know. But today is Thursday and I think I've got a pretty good idea. But first, I want to go home and brush my teeth."
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"The school called."
I froze in the doorway and gulped. "Oh…really?" I said in a soft, strangled voice. I knew what was coming and mom stamped angrily from the kitchen, holding a large cutting knife in her hand, and a tomatoe in the other.
"What were you thinking!? Cheating on a test! Did I not raise you better then that, Max? Why am I asking you, of course I did! I cannot believe that you would sink that low as to cheating! I'm…I'm ashamed! Now…you…you go up to your room right now!"
I held up my hands in a sign of peace. "Yes Master, just don't stab me," I tried an attempt at humor, but mom did not look amused. I let out a small laugh and walked slowly past her so I could walk up the stairs. Mom watched me and then out of no where lunged forward, sending me jumping backwards. She laughed, shaking her head and I frowned.
"Not. Funny. You scare me when you're angry like this."
Mom chuckled. "Oh please. But maybe if I threaten to cut you you'll behave." I wanted so much to tell her that I didn't cheat, but If I did, and she actually believed me, then I would have to tell her everything, from the time Fang made me walk to the school, to when I posted those pictures all over the school of him. I would have to confess to everything, and I would much rather mom think I cheated on the test rather then confess to breaking into the school.
So, I shrugged and walked up the steps, ready for the night that lay ahead of me.
You see, Fang had a basketball game tonight, meaning his house would be completely empty. The perfect chance for me to snoop around in his room and get some dirt on him. Or…the perfect chance for something else. I watched the clock impatiently, staring at it as if that would make it move faster. Fang's game was at seven thirty, and it was now six forty two. No, wait. It was six forty three now…
Finally, seven drew around and Fang was shouting for his parents to hurry as he leapt in their silver convertible. I waited until the lights of the vehicle had disappeared before opening my window. A large tree grew in between my window and Fangs. Taking a deep breath, I balanced on the window sill, a back pack slung across my back, and then I leapt forward, grabbing onto the tree branches and ignoring the pain the small limbs caused when they slapped my face. After pausing to make sure I had a safe and secure grip, I began crawling through the tree towards the other end, where Fang's window was slightly ajar. I gripped the tree with one hand and leaned dangerously forward, gripping the window sill with my other hand. I decided to risk falling because I'm an impulsive moron, and I released my hold on the tree. I swung forward and held onto the window sill for dear life. Then I hurriedly pushed it all the way open and swung a leg over. I pulled myself over and fell onto Fang's floor with a huge huff.
"Why didn't I just use the freaking front door?" I yelled at myself. I stood up, brushing off the twigs and leaves that had collected on me. I stopped suddenly as a low growl sounded. Slowly, I turned around to face Fang's doorway, but saw nothing. The growling was still coming from there though.
Then, I looked down. Standing about ankle high was a chocolate colored Chihuahua. Its ears were pinned back, its lips raised, reveling small, sharp canines. Around its neck was as fancy pink collar that looked like it had been 'bedazzled' or whatever. Its bug eyes stared furiously at me and I cursed mentally. I didn't think Fang had a dog. But it was small, so maybe I could take it.
"Hey pooch," I called in a baby tone. "Hello there, little bitty sweetie! I'm just going to sabotage Fang, but then I'll be right out, m'kay? So how about you just sit there and be a nice puppy, alright?"
The dog growled louder but made no attempt to bite me. Maybe if I ignored it, it would leave.
I crept into the bathroom that was located in Fang's room and flicked on the light. I winced momentarily at the brightness but my eyes adjusted quickly and I quickly pulled out two large bottles from my bag. I slid his shower curtain backwards and pulled down his shampoo and conditioner. I unscrewed the tops and dumped out all of the remaining shampoo, then all of the conditioner, down the drain. Then, I opened up the bottles I brought and poured them into his bottles. I couldn't resist grinning as I imagined what Fang's hair was going to look like tomorrow.
I replaced my empty bottles in my bag, and then returned the newly filled hair products of Fang's back in his shower. Before shutting the shower curtain, I stared at the shower. Fang showered right here…naked. As in, with no clothes on.
Get a grip on yourself! I slapped my forehead. Since when do I give a flying flip where Fang showers?!
I turned off the light, but suddenly a set of car lights reflected into Fang's room. Gasping, I jumped down, hoping that maybe it was just some random car using the drive way to turn around, but then the door downstairs opened and I heard Fang's fathers voice,
"I can't believe they forfeited. But hey, it's an easy win for us, isn't it son?!"
Fang mumbled something, but I was too busy panicking. How was I supposed to get out? I started towards the window, but I heard foot steps tromping up the stairs. I wouldn't have enough time to get out!
Doing the only thing I could do, I dove under Fang's bed.
My first impression as I adjusted myself under his bed so I couldn't be seen was that it stunk, terribly so. I couldn't see anything, but that was probably for the best. If it smelt this bad, then I don't think I wanted to see what was causing the odor.
"Hey, Mocha!" I heard Fang coo as he stepped in his room. He flicked his light switch on and I clamped a hand over my mouth as the light reveled a green, moldy half eaten piece of pizza lying at my side. You have got to be kidding me!
All I could see was Fang's feet, and the small dog that jumped happily around him. Fang bent down and picked the dog up, all the time talking in a baby tone to the dog. Awww…
"Mocha, did you miss us? Yeah, well the other team had to forfeit so I got to come back early, yes I did," Fang continued. I felt sort of awkward, ease dropping on Fang like this, but it was a little bit relieving to know that he had some heart. The dog barked suddenly, and I was afraid it was going to blow my cover. I shuddered at the thought of Fang finding me hiding under his bed. I would die. Die, I tell you!
Fang sat down on his bed and the dog, which apparently was named Mocha, jumped up there with him. I could hear the creaking of the bed frame as he leaned against it.
"I wonder where Max is," he chuckled to the dog. At the sound of my name, I became very interested. I leaned up on my elbows to listen to Fang.
"The worms were pretty great, Mocha. She freaked out in front of the entire cafeteria! It was hilarious, I wish I would have video taped it. I mean, she was smiling, and you know she has really pretty brown eyes, and they just sort of light up when she smiles. I seriously do not see how Sam ever got the chance to date her. She's…well she's beautiful. But that's not the point. She was sitting there laughing and all of the sudden she jumps up and starts screaming. It was great."
Fang thinks I'm beautiful?
Awww, shucks.
Not that I care, I mean. Why would I care? It's Fang.
He crawled off the bed and I watched his feet, and saw he was walking to his window. He stood there and when he didn't seem to be moving I was too curious. I carefully poked my head out and saw that he was staring at my window, very hard, as if he were hoping I would open it. He turned around sharply and I pulled back, hoping he didn't see me.
"She's probably brushing her teeth," Fang chuckled to himself. I clutched my fist together, ready to jump out and pound in his face. But the click of the bathroom door and the sound of running water made me come to my senses. Fang was taking a shower, meaning I could leave. I army crawled out from under his bed, already thoughts of a hot shower filling my head and I would probably have to burn the clothes I was wearing. There was no telling what type of bacteria was under Fang's bed.
I carefully crawled out the window. Getting out was much easier then getting in, and I leapt onto the tree branch, sliding down and then since my window had been left open, I easily crawled in it. I was tempted to kiss my carpet, thankful to be back in my own room and I was relieved I had made it. I dragged my feet to the bathroom and stripped, taking a long, hot, scolding shower.
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The next morning I woke up to hear a long, drawn out yell.
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Okay, so I want you guys all to know that I spent forever on this chapter trying to perfect it, but it was almost twelve at night so if it is crappy, then I beg all of thee for forgiveness xD
Soooooooooo, what exactly did Max put in Fang's shampoo/conditioner bottles? Is Nudge really over Fang? How is J.J. and Iggy's relationship going to work if Iggy's best friend is constantly humiliating J.J.'s best friend? So many questions!
Sooo, review, for me :D Because I love you all. And if you don't review, then you'll never get to see Fang and Max finally get together! –Dramatic music and gasp sounds- So review!
Oh yeah, P.S. I hope you guys don't think it's weird for Fang to be talking to the dog. Its not that he is crazy or anything, he was just simply talking to the dog. If you find that too out of character, then once again, I beg all of thee for forgiveness :D
