I ran upstairs, straight up to my room, slammed the door and collapsed on the bed. Oh My God...Oh My God...Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God. OH MY FLIPPING GOD!

Ok...breathe Nudge. Just, Breathe. I kissed Iggy. I kissed that brain dead, bomb making idiot! What the hell am I thinking? I dragged myself in to sitting position and curled my legs up. Major Freaking going on. The kiss was...well, that's the problem. The kiss was amazing and I mean movie star Tom Cruise and Matt Smith together x 2 kind of kiss...I mean, I don't really have anything to compare it to...OH MY GOD IGGY WAS MY FIRST KISS. Again, IGGY!

I sat up straight now, hyperventilating and started groping around for a bag or something. Going under my bed I found my secret stash of doughnuts and got an empty paper bag. Don't Judge me. I have a big stomach. I took deep breaths. Breathe, I thought to myself, Just Breathe.

I heard footsteps coming towards the door. Scrambling onto my bed and tucking the paper bag underneath the pillows, I feigned sleep.

"You're fooling no one Nudge. Up." It was Max. Damn. Please for the love of God let her be in badass mode not caring mother mode. She sat down. Damn it.

"What's up, honey? You seem abit...off." I suppressed a grimace. If only she knew. But I couldn't tell her. I mean, would you tell her? Max'd probably whip Iggy's surprisingly tight butt...oh god. Did not think that. Forget it. It NEVER happened. What was wrong with me?

Looking up at Max, I plastered on a big grin that I hoped looked chirpy. Her eyebrows knitted together. Damn it to hell.

"Everything is fine, Max. So...erm, what's for breakfast?"

"Nudge, tell me what's up!" Man, the girl was not letting up today! I changed tactics. Time for a taste of a little something I call: Embarrassment to the Crimson Degree!

"I'm fine Max. What I should be asking is...how are you and Fangy-poo!" I couldn't suppress a grin at Max's face. Step 1: Horror, then redness and finally the open mouth gaping and jaw drop awesomeness. I had her!

"We...none of your business!"

"Surrrrreeeee it isn't." I added maliciously. And with a brisk move, I left a dumb struck Max, crimson on my bed.

But what the heck am I gonna do with Iggy?