Guess who found the inspiration to continue Guilty Pleasures?! That's right, me! And I have a long chapter for you too. I have figured out where I want to go with this! Yay! On with the chapter.
Chapter six: Max
"Hey, Max? Can we talk?" I looked up from playing poker with some UnderCats and saw Nudge shifting from one foot to the other.
"Sure. Just let me finish this hand." She nodded and stood back a bit to watch.
'Come on, ladies. Fall for my bluff,' I thought as the other three girls studied their hands and the amount I had just bid. One hundred dollars and four packs of cigarettes were at stake here (also three condoms, but who cares? Sam takes care of those things).
"I'm out," all three said. I grinned.
"Suckers. Nothing at all." They groaned as I collected my prize. "Well worth the risk of losing 70 dollars." I stood up and faced Nudge. "Let's go talk in private, Nudge." She nodded and followed me down the hall. We walked into a private room and sat on two different couches. "So what's up?"
"I had sex with Iggy," she blurted quickly before looking down. I sat there watching the mocha colored girl for about five minutes before bursting out laughing.
"I don't believe it! My girl finally fucked the enemy! This calls for a celebration!" She watched as I poured both of us a glass of scotch. She accepted hers hesitantly.
"Wait, you're not mad?"
"Nudgey, I've been sneaking around with Fang for more than a year now! So welcome to the club!" She looked relieved as we clinked glasses.
"Speaking of the forbidden raven lover, how did that start up?"
"Miss Mayhem, that story goes back to long before either gang was created. You see, Fang and I grew up together in central Cali…."
~Flashback Eleven Years~
"But Mom, I don't wanna go meet the new neighbors! They're probably weirdoes who do nothing all day but watch educational television and read!" five year old me complained. I had been forced into a red dress and black dress shoes. Even back then I loathed dresses with a passion.
"I'm sure they're not. Besides, we just packed loads of chocolate chip cookies for you and the neighbor's son."
"He's probably going to eat them all," I huffed, crossing my arms.
"Maxine, behave." She looked at me sternly before ringing the doorbell. Taking the hint, I uncrossed my arms and put on a more joyful facial expression.
The door was opened by an obviously teenage boy. I was already in lo…. Nah, I'm josting ya. The mom of the house opened the door with a warm smile.
"Hi! You must be the neighbors! Come on in!" I already wanted to drop the façade. Way too many exclamation marks.
Reluctantly, I followed to two moms into the house. We were led into the living room where a man and a kid I guessed was my age were sitting. Both males stood up at our entrance.
"Hi, welcome to our neighborhood my name is Valencia, and this is my daughter Maxine," my mom introduced.
"I prefer Max," I said as sweetly as I could.
"It's nice to meet both of you. I'm Anne. This is my husband Jeb and son Nicholas."
"Fang," the boy said. 'Stupid nickname.'
"Nick," the father said pointedly, "why don't you take Maxine up to your room so that we adults can talk?"
Mom gave me the bag full of still warm, soft, chewy cookies. I followed the guy up to his room. It was black and gray. It's official: this boy is a weird Emo.
"What's in the bag?" he asked me. I opened and let the smell answer him. With that, I was promptly forced to shove him away from me in order to protect ze delicious.
"Hey, my mom baked these! So I divee them up. And you only get ten."
"And how much does that leave you?" I smiled sweetly.
"Fifty." He pushed me in an attempt to make me drop the bag. I scrambled onto the bed and held the bag high. He jumped on with me and bounced to get the bag from me. I stuck my tongue out at him. "Shorty. Hey!" He tackled me! This made me bump my head on the head board.
"Give me that bag!" I shook my head slightly. That's all I could do: my head hurt.
"Get off," I mumbled. When he ignored this, I brought my knees to my chest and kicked him as hard as I could with both feet. He flew back and hit the wall.
"What is going on up here?!" both moms shrieked as they ran into the room.
"Mom, all I wanted was some cookies, and Max won't share right! So I tried to grab the bag, and she kicked me!"
That was said at the same time as….
"Mom, I was about to divide the cookies, but Fang wouldn't listen! So I tried to do it anyway, and he pushed me!"
The moms looked back and forth between us. Our tattling was so synchronized that similar words were said at the same time. They shook their heads.
"You're both bleeding. Let's head downstairs to fix you up and you each get thirty cookies."
"I hate you," we told each other at the same time.
~End Flashback~
"Wait, wait, wait! So you started hating each other because of a bag of cookies?!" Nudge laughed. I grinned.
"Yep. I have always been overprotective of my mom's cookies."
"So how did you get from hating to sneaking?"
"Now that is something I can hardly believe myself. Remember, both gangs were created a year and a half ago. Meaning, we had to start sneaking the night of the Halloween brawl."
~Flashback One Year~
"Why can't you choose something normal? Like a princess?" 14 year old Nudge asked 15 year old me. I pulled out the realistic looking fake fangs.
"Princess Warrior maybe." She perked up slightly. "But I have my preferences."
Her face fell as I listed off exactly what I was willing to wear. She pouted the entire time it took me to try on and buy the floor length black skirt with a slit going all the way up my right leg, blood red halter top that showed my belly button ring, and one inch black heels.
That night, I hosted the Viper Halloween Bash at one of the fields we've claimed. Everybody there had on a costume that would allow, if it came to it, enough movement for any fight. Of course, a fight ensued. It's Halloween, why wouldn't it? But only because I disappeared long enough to boost the confidence of Venoms.
See, we were running low on booze. A bar was nearby, so I decided to go get some more. That was when I came across him.
"Fancy seeing you here," Fang had the gall to say. I scowled, especially when I saw his gun by his hand.
"You're on Viper turf. I can have you killed," I growled, playing it cool.
"Now, now, no need to buck up on me. After all, you don't have a weapon at the ready like I do." He picked up his gun and pointed it at me.
"What do you want?" I asked, subtly sliding my hand to the slit in my skirt.
"You." I choked on my own spit. "The Great Maximum Viper Ride as my obedient slave? That sounds like paradise to me." My fingers wrapped around a handle.
"Dream on." In one swift movement, I yanked my butcher knife out of the slip hidden on my thigh and threw it at him. As he ducked, I slammed into him and shoved his firing arm up. A bullet went through a light fixture; I head butt and kneed him where it counts at the same time.
He fell and lost his grip on the gun. I dived after it, but he grabbed my ankle, making me fall too soon to actually reach the gun. I landed with my knees straddling his face and froze for an instant, feeling his eyes down there.
"Huh, Max wears thongs on occasion. Who knew?" he breathed. For some reason, his breath down there made me shiver. While I was distracted, he flipped us over and climbed on top of me. The gun was long forgotten by now.
"Get off, you bastard!" I yelled as I punch at his chest. Though he winced (after all, I do have a powerful punch), he still just grabbed my wrists and held them over my head with one hand and used the other to settle in between my legs. My heart started pounding. I was still a virgin, and I wasn't ready to change that yet.
"Your pulse is going crazy, and your eyes show fear. Ride, are you still untouched?"
"Get the fuck off of me," I snarled as best I could.
"Sorry, I can't do that. I think I have earned the right to be your first. Don't you? After all, we've known each other for years."
I frantically shook my head and struggled underneath him, but he wasn't having any of that. His free hand glided across the inside of my thigh, and for the first time in my life, I was afraid. I could do nothing but silently beg him to stop with my eyes. He happened to look up to smirk at me, obviously thinking I was faking it, but then his hand stopped when he got a good look at my face.
"You're serious, aren't you? You're still a virgin?" I gulped and nodded, tears beginning to slide down my cheeks. "Max, I didn't know." I breathed easier when he moved both hands. But then he placed his hands on either side of my head and hovered his face over mine.
"Fang, no. please," I begged.
"I'll be gentle. I promise." His lips covered mine gently, and he didn't deepen it until I relaxed underneath him.
~End Flashback~
"Oh my goodness, you lost your V card to Fang!" exclaimed Nudge. 'I'm glad this room is sound proof,' I thought bitterly.
"Yes. And he really was gentle. I've been addicted to him ever since." I scowled at the rest of the memory. "Ironically, I ended up almost killing him afterwards during the brawl." We both laughed at that.
"I think the Vipers and Venoms will be interested in hearing this," a voice said at the door.
We looked at the door and saw… UnderDOG Maya.
Cliffy! You didn't think I wouldn't give you one did you? I had to keep you guys interested. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
-RozaCourt
