Max POV

Monday. The most hated day of the week.

Yep, you heard me. I hate Monday. The very first day of the school week, and the very first day of torture. Being the most hated day of all days, in my opinion, I dressed in dull colors. Only the normal gray skinny jeans, white and black stripped tank top with a black jacket, and black leather gloves colors, that is. So, there you go! My hair was straightened, my eyes plastered lightly with eyeliner and mascara, and I was good to go.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm probably over-reacting to this whole 'Monday sucks' thing, but I'm not. It's four full days away from the day I want most. Saturday. I may be like any other normal teenager, but, you know, whatever.

"Max! Get your ass down here or you'll be late again and I'll be pissed." My mother, ladies and gentlemen! This is how she is every Monday, and I mean EVERY Monday. Add that to the list of reasons I hate Monday.

"Alright mom! I'm coming, calm the hell down!" I screamed at her while grabbing my bag and running down the stairs. Ella was already walking out the door when came down and I hurried to catch up. Mom gave me a slight kiss on the cheek before slamming the door shut behind us. I smiled. That was definetly my mom.

"So, Max, I heard that you and Fang kissed." Ella said. I almost choked on my own spit.

"What?"

"Yeah, it's all over the school. Of course, I don't know if it's all over but I know that Nudge, Angel, Lissa, Bridget, Maya, me, Dylan, Sam, Iggy, Gazzy-"

"Wait, where are Nudge and Angel?" I asked, looking behind us at our house. The windows were shut and I couldn't hear any movement from this far away, but she just shrugged.

"I think they woke up early or something and left, but I can't be sure." I shook my head. They were probably going to tell all of those who didn't know that I was going out with Fang. Which wasn't exactly a lie at all. I couldn't wait to see the look on stupid Lissa's face when she found out, she probably already knew, but still.

"But seriously, did you seriously kiss Fang?" Ella asked again, impatience growing in her tone. I shrugged.

"So what if I did?" I answered her question with a question. She heaved a sigh, but kept silent. Ella wasn't very persistent in the morning, and since it was like, seven something, she was sucking bad.

When we had finally arrived at school, I saw Fang leaning against the side of the building, laughing and talking to a bunch of guys. I walked past him, not saying a word, and headed to my locker. But before I even got to the doors, I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. I twisted my head around to see Fang smirking at me. I laughed, and rolled my eyes.

People were staring, wide eyed and mouths open, at our embrace. I ended up flipping off some dude that was looking suggestively between me and Fang. Fang laughed- LAUGHED -for the first time ever and kissed the pulse on my neck. I froze as my heart sped up and so did my pulse. Stupid Fang. He was laughing as he felt my pulse speed under his lips. I elbowed him in the stomach, and his arms momentarily receeded as he huffed in pain.

After recovering quickly thought he grabbed me even tighter and spun me around. I almost tripped when he finally set me down again, but his strong hold held me upright. The bell suddenly rang, sending a shrill skrieching sound echoing through out the school ground. I moved away from Fang's grasp and waved to him.

"Thanks a ton! Now I'm going to be late for class." His smirk was the last thing I saw before turning the corner and heading to homeroom.

Fang POV

I decided to skip the morning.

It was boring, and being Monday, only resulted in long lectures about whatever subject. Monday had to be the worst day of the week. Four days away from my favorite day. Saturday.

But I was on my way to lunch when a red-headed slut pushed me up against the lockers. Her green eyes flickered to my mouth and then back up at me. Her hand was pressed firmly up against, um... *cough* my lower regions. A determined expression came on her face.

"Fang." She started, her voice hard and cold. "You are going to be mine. I don't care if I have to tie you down and rape you! You will belong to me." Did I ever mention that I'm a virgin and Lissa and I have never had sex? Yeah, well, now you know.

The way her voice sounded said she wasn't kidding. For a moment, I was scared. For a moment. Lissa, even though she didn't look it, was strong. I could easily take her on, but that didn't matter. It was the hunger, thirst, need in her eyes. It was scary, alarming, and intriguing all in the same moment.

As soon as I blinked, somebody's lips were on mine and I knew that Lissa had taken her chance. A second before my eyes reopened, I heard a gasp. I looked to see Max standing there beside her sister Angel with her eyes wide. The scene looked terrible and I knew. it Lissa's lips were on mine, her hand on my under the belt area and my hands on her waist (since I was about to push her away but never got the chance).

Max dropped her books and ran the other way. I pushed Lissa off and ran after her.

"Max!" I screamed. "Max!"

"What!?" She suddenly yelled, turning on me with anger in her eyes. I could tell she was fighting back tears and felt sorry.

"That was not what it looked like." I said, raising my hands in the direction where Lissa was probably still standing.

"Not what it looked like! Not what it looked like!? Fang, she had her hand on your dick, tongue shoved down your throat, and waist underneath your hands. SO DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME THAT, THAT WAS NOT WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE!" She shrieked, arms flailing as she said the words. They stung, they really did, and seemed to burn my heart.

"Max, I promise you, she came on to me. I blinked and she kissed me, and I was about to push her away when you walked up." I said slowly and calmly, trying to reassure her. It did the exact oppisote. The next minute her fist had made contact with my nose again and I stumbled back.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU KISS ME? WHY THE HELL DID YOU EVEN START LIKING ME? DID YOU EVEN THINK THAT I WOULD ACTUALLY LIKE YOU BACK?" The anger in her eyes was too much, I looked away. Blood was pouring freely down my nose and started staining my shirt. I ignored it and got back onto my feet. She was now looking at the ground, a tear falling towards her feet.

"Because I did like you, Fang. I thought you liked me too. For once, I let you in, I let you see my real emotions. Then you go and do something like that... I-" She stopped, looked up at me, and then turned to run. I didn't chase her, just let her run. I knew what I had done, even if I hadn't done it, was wrong. The pain in my chest was unbearable and I turned to punch the brick wall.

Lockers vibrated from the impact and I slammed my fist against one. The noise receeded and I laid my forehead against the cool metal. What had I done? Max would never forgive me. She even said it herself, she had let me in and I betrayed her.

"BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" I screamed at the locker, slamming my fist against it again. She would never talk to me. She would never listen to me. I no longer had the trust of Max Martinez. I no longer deserved to have her in my life. And the one person who's fault it was, was probably standing and chatting with her friends. I wish I could kill her. I wish I could tear out her throat and feed her heart to sharks. But one priority was the only thing in my mind at the moment.

I needed to talk to Max.