The Opposites
Chapter Three
Sorry for the long wait,bla bla bla, whatever.
This chapter is a but jumbled- I'm struggling for ideas for over the summer. I have everything else planned out... But not the summer. Help!
You guys better review ;) I worked my butt off editing and re-editing.
I finished editing it, and I was all done and was going to publish. Then my internet crashed befire I could save. F%# #&^ ^#& *(&$#&^( (!)#*# ^#&!
This chapter is dedicated to WordsUnsaid. Stay strong :)
Saturday, May 21st, 2013
One, two, three. Breathe in. One, two three. Breathe out. Repeat. Keep running, don't stop. Don't move your arms across your torso, you'll get a stitch in your side. Run out the stich you got anyway. Catch your second wind. Ignore the retard calling your name several times. Call him a retard. Apologize for calling him retard.
Oh, wait, that's Fang. "Nevermind, just wanted you to know who you are!" I yelled. I heard footsteps behind me, trying to catch up. 'Ha,' I think. Just because Fang played basketball didn't mean that he was in shape over the summer.
"Godammit, Max! I'm not on the cross-country team! Stop. I need to fucking talk to you," he shouted back.
I slowed to a stop, and turned around, glaring. "What the hell do you want?"
Fang started pacing. "I need to... I don't know. I just don't know. Everything... I don't know what's happening."
I stepped closer to him. "What do you mean? What don't you get?" Fang wasn't stupid.
Fang took a step back. "You." I glared at him again.
"How in hell do you not know about me? I've been there during every hard moment in your life. I'v always put you first when something affected both of us."
He's an idiot. When I first realized the fact that I lov- liked him- okay, I'm done denying it- loved him, I didn't do anything about it because I didn't want to feel like I was pushing him. And then Briana came along, and Fang obviously wanted her, so I let them be. (Not peacefully, I antagonized Bri every chance I got, but I left him alone until that Monday.)
"Really?" he hissed. "What about all those times when you led me on, letting me think I was your friend? Like the concert when the representatives came in from the AADA. You used me because you knew I could help you win. They wouldn't have taken one look at you had I not helped."
I recoiled. "Oh, yes, because I totally didn't get you into music, or performing arts. I forgot Bri was there while we were growing up, and I wasn't. I forgot that I went through all that bullshit when people were being racist towards Angel, calling her a Nazi lover because of her blonde hair and blue eyes. I forgot that I know everything about you, and that you broke your arm when you were four, and tried out for soccer but quit when I made the basketball team, and your favorite color is black but you'll wear dark blue, you hate girls who can't play sports, and most of all?
I forgot that you're too blind to see that I loved you the whole time!"
His eyes widened, but the rest of his face remained stoic. "Prove it."
And I did. It's not really the smartest thing to do. But it's plenty brave, and daring.
I kissed him. And it's not one of those "Oh, it's the end of the date and I'll kiss you because it's the polite thing to do even though we both know we're never going to work out" kisses. It's one of those "I haven't been able to prove that I love you and here's my one chance and I'm desperate by now because I'm leaving in two days" kisses.
I kissed him until he kissed me back, until he wrapped one hand around my waist, until my hands were tangled in his hair and he's pressed so close to me I could feel his well-defined muscles. I pulled back and kissed him on the base of his neck. He let out a low moan, and I moved my lips back to his.
He moved one hand down my back, the other gently brushing my hair out of my face. I trailed my hands down his torso, and he shuddered. "God, Max," he whispered.
Fang didn't like being the one having the reactions to everything, so he took charge. He pulled me so close to him there wasn't one inch of space between us, and slowly pressed kisses down my neck to my collarbone. This time, I was the one moaning and he smirked against my lips, triumphant.
"Hey! You kids! Don't have sex in the park! You've scarred me for life," a voice says. I pulled away, and saw an old lady on a park bench not far from us.
"I'm sorry, Miss," Fang called out.
"Sure you are. Just make sure it doesn't happen again!"
We walked away from the lady, going to a small clearing we found a while back.
He gave me a conflicted look and touched his lips to my forehead, right between the eyebrows. I closed my eyes. I didn't understand this, whatever it was. But I didn't want to ruin it, so I said nothing. He didn't move; he just stayed there with his mouth on my forehead and my hands on his waist, for a long time.
Suddenly, he backed away and spoke.
"I shouldn't have done that."
My earlier happiness was replaced by a blinding rage. "So, you just went through with it because you wanted to kiss someone?"
"If I was looking for that, I probably wouldn't have come to you," he snaps.
I felt like someone has punched me in the gut. Of course he wouldn't- I'm not his girlfriend, I'm not the prettiest, not the smartest, not desirable. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and I press my hands against my stomach. I'm not the crying type, and right then I didn't exactly feel like yelling, what with the crotchety old lady.
"I'm going to leave now," I told him quietly.
"No, Max." He grabbed my wrist and wrenched me back. I pushed him away, hard, but he grabbed my other wrist, holding our crossed arms between us.
"I'm sorry I said that," he said. "What I meant was that you aren't like that."
"You're in my nightmares." Tears threatened to spill over. "Did you know that?"
"What?" He released my wrists, and an expression I can't say I've ever seen crosses his face: hurt. "You're afraid of me?"
"Not you. Losing you. Being without you."
After my confession of sorts, I waited for him to respond in some sort of way.
He never did.
After my run, I took a shower and laid down on my bed. One of my song-writing moods came over me, and I quickly snatched a notebook and a pencil from my desk. Once I was satisfied with my work, I lifted my guitar off it's wall hanger and began to work on the chords. The setting didn't feel right with the words, so I went to go sit on the front porch.
"Stand Alone" © 2012 by Zada Pierce.
We've all been together
(Some say we had it all)
We've been under the weather
(But we didn't fall)
While I hate to go, you need to know
I can always stand alone
(Are you sure you'll stay strong?)
Show you I have a backbone
(Will you stand for long?)
We need to move on, carry on
We've grown up, not apart
(Through thick and thin)
It's time to finish, not start
(Memories aren't going dim)
While I hate to go, you need to know
I can always stand alone
(Are you sure you'll stay strong?)
Show you I have a backbone
(Will you stand for long?)
We need to move on, carry on
You need to carry on without me
Take a chance or two, maybe three
Living the dream, can't you see?
I can be who I want, I am free
We need to move on, carry on
I can always stand alone
(Are you sure you'll stay strong?)
Show you I have a backbone
(Will you stand for long?)
We need to move on, carry on
Happy with the song, I picked up my guitar and started to go into my house when I notice something was off. I turned around, and faced Fang.
"I should have done something this morning," he mumbled.
"Really? I thought it was totally okay that you couldn't even tell me you were sorry. Pinche idiota." Fucking idiot.
He scratched the back of his neck. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"No, but I'm sure you'd like to."
"I would," he muttered. I almost didn't hear it, but anything else he could have said wouldn't make sense.
"What He Could Have Said", by Maximum Ride
I would. (I'd go with this one.)
I should. (I'd also go with this one.)
Iggy should/would. (Excuse me while I go barf.)
I want food. (Well, yeah, me too, but it doesn't exactly fit into the conversation.)
"Would you mind repeating that?" I asked. There's no going back from what he said.
Think about that sentence...
"I said, I would. I would like to kiss you. I would like to stop thinking about you nonstop. I would like to stop being mesmerized by your eyes, and I would like to stop falling for you."
"Why would you like to stop?"
"Because." He moved closer to me. "If I did, I wouldn't have to worry about doing this."
I was about to say something about cheating, but I was cut off by the pressure of his lips on mine, his body pressed closely to me. I knew I should push him off, I knew I should, but I couldn't bring myself to.
Instead, I tangled one hand in his black hair and used the other one to pull me closer to him. He rubbed slow circles on my shoulder blades, leaving trails of fire. "I couldn't stay away from you. I couldn't, I couldn't," he whispered in my ear. I shivered, and he pushed a strand of hair out of my face. I kissed a spot on his neck, and he groaned. "Damn, Max. Since when-" Whatever he was going to say was interuppted by the door slamming open. Briana stood there, eyes narrowed.
"So," she spits. I untangled myself from Fang, and slowly stood up.
"So," I repeated. There's really not much to say on my part. It's Fang and Bitchana's problem.
"Look, Briana," Fang started, but she cut him off.
"I should have known you'd be the problem. I mean, what else do you expect from sluts and whores?" Apparently I was in this conversation now.
"Oh. You're calling me a whore? Honey, take a look in the mirror. If you were a dog, I'd make you shave your ass and walk backwards so I wouldn't have to see your face."
She scowled at me. "You need to take a long walk off a short pier, Maximum." She sneered my name, like it'll be really insulting.
"And I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a better statement than that, Briana."
Briana stomped her foot, emphasising her obvious anger. "I'll get you back for this. I swear on my life, I'll get you back."
I pretended to shiver. "Oh, I'm so scared." Briana screamed, and slammed the door shut.
I turned to Fang, who had moved to my side, and pressed my head against his chest. His arms pulled me into a warm embrace. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?" he asked me. I nod, amd smile up at him.
I am his, he is mine; anything else is unthinkable.
My WiFi kept on crashing right when I was about to save. Twice. I hate the internet -_-
Yes, I do come up with most of these insults myself.
And I hate when Max is all "Oh, he's just my best friend, bla bla bla," insert some more bullshit about how she feels, etc.
I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but I got... seven? reviews, I think. I know the last chapter wasn't that great, but...
Sorry :(
Oh! Also: There are two scenes in here from my two favorite books. Anyone to guess what books correctly gets an OC entered, sneak preview of the second-to-last-chapter, and something else I forget because my retard step-sister is sitting next to me.
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