Best Friends with Mr. Supermodel

CHAPTER 7

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Fang's POV

I smiled at Max, hidden beneath the green contacts and brown wig. I hated lying to Max about my disguise as Sam, but this was a golden opportunity to learn more about Max, and to see what she had to say about me.

So far, Max had some really nice things to say about me, but we were in a fight right now. Fang and Max had a quarrel. Not Sam and Max.

She seemed to enjoy Sam's company, which I felt a twinge of anger. What was wrong with me?

It's because she likes Sam more than Fang...

The cloying thought replayed in my head over and over again.

"Do you have any siblings?" Max asked me, waking me up from my deep thoughts.

I slowly nodded, "One brother."

And that brother happened to be Iggy. Iggy, the biggest womanizer in history.

Max gave me a soft smile.

"I wish I had a brother, " she said wistfully.

Approaching a dangerous subject, I cautiously asked, "Does that boy named Fang count?"

Max's chocolate brown eyes softened for a fraction of a second. I wasn't even sure, because she immediately stiffened and shook her head,

"Not Fang. Definitely not Fang."

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Not Fang? DEFINITELY NOT ME?

What was that supposed to mean?

I was hurt. It was like Max threw me under a truck, ran me over, then ran me over once more. I was Max's best friend, and she wouldn't want me as a brother? Am I really that horrifying?

Feeling a feeling I've never felt before, I tried to make out what it was.

Sadness? Yes, but not quite. Anger? Just a little, but there was more to it.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

Max, oh Max. She was all I could think about.

Max with her big chocolate brown eyes. Max and her long toned legs. Max with her-

Stop it Fang! I chastised myself.

Ok, there is something seriously wrong with me.

Maybe I did get ran over with a truck.

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"Fang seems like a really cool guy," I smirked at Max.

Max huffed and blew a piece of hair out of her face, "He usually is, except we're in a fight."

"Why?"

"Um..it's hard to explain. Basically Fang was kissing another slutty girl. He promised me he wouldn't do that anymore!" Max threw her hands up in the air.

"You should apologize to Fang."

"Why should I? Fang obviously can't keep a promise!"

I tried not to roll my eyes. I didn't like Bridgett. I never did, and I never will.

"Seems like jealousy to me," I stated from Sam's point of view.

Max gaped at me in shock, "JEALOUS?" she shrieked, "EW EW EW!"

My eyebrows drew together. This again?

Why would Max be horrified of dating me? After all, I am a supermodel...

So if Max doesn't think of me as her brother or boyfriend material, what does she think of me?

Just a best friend, I thought sourly.

The last bell of the day rung, and I watched Max leave the classroom. My heart tugged a little as she went and I was overcome with the same dreadful feeling.

I, Fang, finally figured out the feeling.

Rejection.

Rejection hurts. I have never been rejected before, and here I was, rejected twice in one day by my best friend.

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Max POV

I'm not so mad at Fang anymore.

It might be because of Sam's persuasion. If only Sam knew the affect he had on me.

For some strange reason, I wanted to impress Sam whenever I was around him.

"But you make me wanna act like a girl; Paint my nails and wear high heels". The song echoed in my head as I slammed through the front door, and saw Fang. He was wearing all black and typing on his blog.

"Fang?" I mumbled quietly.

He turned around and stared at me. His dark obsidian eyes bore into mine when he finally said,

"Max."

I gulped deep breaths, now was the time to make things right.

"I allow you to date whoever you want. I give permission."

Pretty good apology, don't you think?

Fang just rolled his eyes, "You suck at apologizing."

I glared menacingly at him and started to storm off to my room.

What a jerk.

Halfway up the stairs, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Sorry," Fang whispered in my ear.

The hairs on my neck stood up and I shivered in delight.

"Sorry," I heard myself repeating.

He pulled me closer and buried his face in my hair, "I don't like her."

Fang was referring to the girl on the magazine (Bridgett). I tensed up and shot back,

"Then why were y'all kissing?"

Fang twirled me around so we were looking at each other.

"Max, I don't like her."

My strangled heart gave a little thump and relief flooded my whole body.

Fang doesn't like her! I smiled a little and leaned my head on Fang's chest. He smirked and kissed my forehead.

"So who do you like?" I suddenly asked.

My best friend shook his head. I stared deep into his soul to see if he was telling the truth.

Yup, he was.

"You?"

I slowly shook my head then stopped.

"I'm not sure..." I bit my lip in confusion.

A boy's name was running through my head over and over.

Fang's eyes hardened and his grip tightened.

"Who?"

I chuckled, "Is Fangy jealous?"

He slackened his arms, but the anger never left his eyes.

"Who?"

I sighed and stammered out the most embarrassing confession of my life,

"You know the student teacher I've been telling you about? His name is S-Sam. I feel nervous whenever I'm around him. I don't know...Maybe some feelings?" I whispered and stared at my feet.

I didn't dare look at Fang in the eye. I tensed myself, waiting for him to explode in my face.

Instead, Fang chuckled.

"Are you serious?"

His eyes sparkled with laughter, and he flipped his hair.

I was so confused.

"Why aren't you being all up in my face like you usually are? How come you're not being protective?"

Fang took my hand in his and tilted my chin up so I looked at him directly in the eye.

"You've told me many good things about Sam. I approve."

I snorted unattractively, "Sam doesn't like me in that way. We're just friends. Plus, Lissa's all over him. EVERYONE is all over him."

Fang seemed to contemplate over this, then he slowly shook his head,

"I bet Sam likes you. At first, y'all may just seem like friends, but everyone knows you two are much more."

I stared at him wide eye. Since when did Fang speak with so much emotion?

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FANG's POV

My little emotion filled sentence poured out of my mouth.

It baffled me, because was I referring to Max and I's friendship? Or talking about me, as Sam, and Max's relationship?

Sam and I are the same person! So we must feel the same way...right?

I am so confused.

And that's when I realized my feelings for Max.

Oh God, please run me over with a truck.

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