Chapter Three: The Secret of Our Coach:

"What the fu- fudge cake is going on here?" Angel asked, jumping her eyes to us, then back at the locked gym door. She had the decency to look guilty, at least.

"Fudge cake?" I asked. Stuck between confusion and amusement. Hmmm…. I think I'm more amused at the moment.

Gazzy snickered, earning a heated glare from his sister. Ouch. "It's a method my dad has Angel trying." Gazzy smirked, lowering his voice, he explained farther. "Angel here has a big potty mouth. My dad said every time she's about to curse, just switch it with a better, funnier word. It's one of his 'methods'."

"Noooo…Angel?" Iggy unglued his face from the door widow, turning to look at her. An amused glint in his eyes, "hell you gotta potty mouth?" he squinted his eyes. "But like aren't you the goodie-goodie of this school? The girl who dose all extra activities and is on the committee?"

She glared at him too "Yeah and…?" she crossed her arms "Everyone has flaws."

"Huh…" Iggy scratched his jaw "True. Very true," Iggy said, nodding "Like I got some flaws too…"

"No you don't! Your awesome." Gazzy said. His eyes got wide, like he just found out that Santa Clause wasn't real for the first time.

Iggy slide down a few steps, moving farther away from Gazzy "Kid, you freak me out." Iggy cleared his throat "Now. What I would like to know is…. What the hell are we going to DO!"

"Iggy calm dow-"

He put up a hand, cutting off Fang "Don't tell me to calm down. We are locked in a gym, am I the only one that sees how horrible this is? What about food? Drinks? What if we run out of oxygen?" He turned to Gazzy, with crazy eyes "Stop breathing. We have to save as much as possible."

Gazzy shrugged, sucking in a breath and then… Held it? Gazzy face was turning dark purple, eyes watering, as we all watched transfixed. Uh…. someone should really stop him … or he might pass out… maybe?

Luckily it didn't come to that. Angel slapped the back of her brother's head "Don't listing to him! He's nuts!" Gazzy let it out in a rush, sucking in oxygen.

I was locked in my school gym with idiots, for the night. Lovely.

"Okay. Look, I'm going to look around, maybe we can find a way out of here," because in all honestly, I was not looking forward to spending a night in the gym.

"I'll come with you." Fang said.

I smiled at him. "Okay."

"Favorite color?"

"Red."

"Best movie?"

"The hangover."

"Favorite food?"

"Cheese pizza topped with M&M's."

Fang stared at me, a gross look marred his face "You actual like that?"

I laughed, "Yes. It's best of both worlds … I get dinner and desert in one go."

Fang and I had gone back to the girl's locker rooms, after examining the place. We had no luck and no closer to finding a way out of here. Instead we went back to the coach's office. With nothing better to do we started to ask each other questions. To get to know each other more I guess, 'cause I knew nada about Fang. I was pretty sure he's been in a few classes of mine throughout the years however. Fang was a silent watcher. He never spoke much, but he took everything in like some kind of sponge. Fang most likely new the never-ending drama in our high school, just by being there.

Once you actually take a look at him on the other hand, you will always see him. Even if his talent was to blend into the shadows.

"You never tried it?" I asked.

"Nope." He said, "Should I?"

"Yes, and I will personal make sure of that." I promised. "When we do get out of here." I added.

The realizing of our predicament creased the fun out of the room, wicked fast. Silently we stared around the room, not each other. This was so bogus, how does a group of kids get locked in a school gym? Apparently us. This is sure a story to save for the grand-kiddies to tell one day.

"Hey Max… look at this," Fang's rich voice drew me out of my musings. I looked at him confused. Fang was looking at a page, a funny curl to his lips. Heaving my self off the floor I was resting on. I moved over to him, looking over his shoulder.

"Fang, are we snooping?" I asked with a fake gasp.

He looked up at me "Like you wouldn't?"

I laughed, amused "Okay, smart ass, what is it?"

Fang pointed.

In the coach grade book was a sheet of paper, wedged between the crisp green grade pages. Fang pulled it out with his fingertips, so it was in full sight. In blue and black ink, bubbled hearts were drawn around the sheet. Bow and arrows ebbed in a few of them or crafty ribbons. With elegant words in the middle of the hearts, their are things like…

Ms. Scarlet Web….

Scarlet Zee loves Aaron Web…

Mr. Web is sexy…

Aaron has a cute butt…

I made a face at that one. Gross "Mr. Web isn't that…. Your gym teacher?" I asked.

Fang smirked "Yup," he said " And isn't Miss. Zee your gym teacher?" he asked in return.

"Yup," I confirmed. Wow… so my gym teacher had a thing for Fang's gym teacher… Cool "I don't know if I should be grossed out over this or go awe…."

Fang made a face "Grossed out."

I slapped him in the back of the head. Boys.

"Hmm…I wonder what else we can find in here." I said out loud.

"A first aid kit maybe?" Fang muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

"Hardy-har-har," I laughed sarcastically, plopping down on the other gym teacher's chair, since Fang occupied the other one. In my school we had two gym teachers for the girls, and then two for the boys. Classes would be split evenly between the four teachers. In the office, are two desks –one for each teacher – two spinning chairs, and one computer. Sport stickers decorated the sides of that computer.

I browsed through Miss Cope's desk. Junk was all I found. Some pens, pencils, a few whistle's… Oh wait…. Reaching all the way in the back of the desk, I grasped onto something solid. I pulled it out, and… found chocolate bars?

The crazy thing is Miss Cope always talked about eating healthy. That junk food was evil for you. Shut you down or some bull shit like that. "Hypocrite." I muttered sourly, fingering the Hershey bar.

Last year, she yelled at me for eating a bag of sour patches, sprouting out non-sense about how unhealthy it was, and how I shouldn't eat it. She then took it away. I bet she had the rest of the sugary candies when class was over. She owed me a new bag, a few bags.

"What was that?" Fang asked me.

"Think fast." I said, chucking one of the bars at him. Fang caught it, and looked down at it.

"Really?" he asked flabbergast "Miss Coup had this? Isn't she like against all things unhealthy?"

"Yes, at least I thought so." I grumbled, still bitter about by stolen candies.

Fang smirked. He ripped open the brown wrapper, breaking a small piece off, and popping it in his mouth. "Yummy."

I laughed "Ah… the secretes of the coach's office."

Fang laughed.

The enjoyable sound sent butterflies trifling the insides of my tummy. I gawked at him. "You laughed." I said slowly.

Fang spun around, so him and I are face to face. "Whoaaaa…. I did… Naughty Fang." He shook his head, faking dismay.

I smiled "Your kinda different then I would expect." I told him truthfully. "I was expecting some gloomy teen, that never talked."

Fang was silent. He was thinking, I could tell. I waited. As I did wait, I examined him more closely. Fang's eyes weren't black like I had originally thought. No, his eyes are a deep brown, with flecks of dark green. Beautiful…. and soulful.

I blinked out of my daze when he spoke "What if I told you that's what I want people to think?" He asked slowly, choosing his words deliberately.

"I would ask why?" I said.

Fang chewed on his bottom lip, eyes drawn down to his beat up Converse "I don't want to be approached. So I send vibes of 'leave me alone' "

"Your friends with Iggy…?" I let the question hang between us.

Fang looked up, smiling slightly. "Best friends. Iggy's… different. We just clicked I guess… the loner and the dork. I also trust Iggy." Fang shrugged.

"Huh... you trust Iggy...?" I rolled that around in my head. I new nothing about Iggy... Okay now you're all most likely wondering then whom do you know Max? The answer... No one. I moved to this school last year, reluctantly. I did not want to move at all, but my mother got a new job, so I had no choice. When we did get here, I rebelled. I talked to know one, I looked at know one, I didn't care about know one. When I was over it, it was a new year. This year. But I was already labeled a 'cold bitch'. I didn't care much. I had no friends. My sister Ella had tons. It was never a big deal to me.

I wanted to know more about Fang I realized, but was it too soon? Besides I knew if we walked personal grounds, he's going to want to know more about me. I wasn't ready.

A lighter subject… I need a lighter topic. "Want to hook them up?" I asked, the thought hitting me.

Fang looked confused at the switch of topic "Who...?"

"The teacher's," I said.

Fang chuckled, understanding now "Okay. How are we gonna do that?"

I know just how too. "Easy. Okay did you know all the teachers have a key to all the rooms... locker rooms included."

He looked thoughtful "Yeah, I did."

I nodded "So all we have to do is write a love letter. Then we place it on her desk, she will think he came in here… since he has a key, when she was in class. It will go from there. What do you think?"

He grinned, "I like it."

I snatched a notebook on the desk, ripping a page out, also taking a pen. Fang reached over, gasping on to part of the chair to reel me over. I laughed. "Thank you."

"Your welcome." I placed the paper on the desk, we both sat at. I looked over at Fang "So should I write it?"

"Mhm… My hand writing is messy." He explained. "Okay… now I have a forte for this … so I will tell you what to write, okay?"

I raised my eyebrow. "You're messing with me, right?"

"Ssshhh…. and write."

I did.

My lovely Scarlet:

I can't help but to notice you. You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen. When I go to sleep at night you are always in them. I can't eat, nor can I breathe right when I am not in your presence. Your eyes are the soul –

"Okay…. Gross…" I cut in.

Fang laughed "Too much?" he asked.

"Just a bit, your doing fine so far… but that was…." I paused "Too much."

Fang smiled at me "Okay cross that off… we're skip to the next part." He said.

I nodded, slashing a few lines over that gooey sentence "Okay, ready."

For a while I told my self to ignore it. That it's not professional, but I can no longer do that. I need you to know how deeply I feel for you. How much I need you.

So I write you this letter, putting my heart on the line. It's up to you now. I hope you make the right choice. One that will make both of us happy.

Your Aaron Web.

"Prefect." We both said.

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