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Ch. 7:
Max POV
I glanced around, glad that the unnerving stares were finally off of my shoulders. While my gaze swept the room, they finally landed on Iggy, who was standing in front of me, currently untying his bandana from his head.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked, genuinely curious. He continued on, though, this time tying the bandana around his nose and mouth like an outlaw.
"If you get to be unknown, I do too." Iggy said, as if his reasoning made perfect sense.
"That's the worst logic in the world." I told him, rolling my eyes.
"It's Iggy logic, which means it's great, but anyway, Max, I know what you're trying to do. And it isn't working. Now, go! Find your prince." He gave me a small shove, not giving me the time to point out that, technically, 'my prince' was finding me. I surveyed the room left and right, trying to spot who could be Clad.
"Lost?" A low voice asked. I whipped around to face a tall senior in my cooking class. His name was… Joshua?
"Clad?" I asked, and Joshua frowned.
"Um… no. I was asking if you were lost." Suddenly, I realized what he meant, and felt my cheeks heat up.
"Oh… um… no." Joshua shrugged and walked off as if it were nothing. My looking around must have signaled to him that I was some random girl that had gotten lost. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stu-
"Lost?" Another deep voice asked.
I sighed in exasperation. "No, I'm pretty sure I know how to get around my own high school's auditorium."
I heard a low chuckle followed by a, "No. I mean are you Lost?" I felt a smile creep its way onto my face.
I turned around. "Clad." I said, mid-spin.
"Yeah." He said, shrugging. I stood there in shock as I looked at the one and only Fang Walker standing there, dressed as prince charming.
"Fang Walker?" I asked, incredulous.
"That's me." He said, a small smile on his features.
"You're Clad? You're kidding me, right? What is this to you? Some kind of joke?" I asked, anger bubbling its way through me.
"What? No." Fang said, his smile dropping.
I laughed humorlessly. "What? This was just another way for you to make fun of me? Another way for you and your bitchy little girlfriend to rub it in my face that you're so much better than me?"
"I broke up with Ella, Lost. For you." He said seriously.
"But Fang, you're the captain of the football team. You're student body president. You're the guy everyone knows is going to get a football scholarship. You can't be Clad, who wants to go to Stanford. Clad, who doesn't get sarcasm. Clad, who just isn't you. You can't be Clad and Fang."
"But I am. I've been telling you about it, haven't I? How my dad wants me to go to USC? How everyone has a plan for me that I just don't want to follow." He asked, seemingly near pleading.
I bit on my bottom lip, contemplating if he was lying or not when a thought struck me. "You do know who I am, right?"
He shook his head. "Yes and no. I know the part that matters – you're Lost. I know Lost. As for your 'true identity' I haven't the faintest idea."
My lips began to twitch upward. "Good."
"You want to get out of the ruckus?" Fang asked, gesturing to the hormonal teens around us, using this dance as an excuse to make out with whoever is nearest to them while the parent chaperones went crazy.
"Sure." I nodded vigorously, figuring it'd be good to get away from the deafening music.
He grabbed my arm, and I won't lie, I felt like an electric shock had zapped me. Whether or not that was because we had chemistry or because Fang is radioactive, I have no clue. He dragged me out of the auditorium and out into the adjoining quad, but it was already filled with overly-intimate couples, so we ventured on, out to the field. It was where I had used to run track, before my schedule was so heavy that I could no longer handle it. It was where I knew Fang had scored so many touchdowns in his football games.
"Well, what now?" I asked.
Fang breathed out a laugh. "I have no idea."
"We could… play 20 questions?" I suggested, having no other ideas on hand.
"Okay, then." Fang stopped, searching for a question. "What's your favorite dessert?"
I began to laugh. "What kind of question is that?" I asked, but Fang's eyebrow quirk signaled to me just to answer it. "Chocolate chip cookies… is there anything else worth eating? Now, here's my question: What was the point of your question?"
"Well, you just cut out ¾ of the student population." He pointed out, referring to all the girls with their frou-frou energy drinks and granola bars. "Hm… have we ever met?"
"Yeah. We have actually." I told him, thinking of myself splashing milk on him.
"How could I not remember?" Fang said, furrowing his eyebrows in thought, as if that would help him figure out who I was.
I decided to cut the topic back to the game. "We've had many discussions about annoying football players. Yet you are one and you hang out with many of them. Can you explain that?" I asked, smirking at him.
"You mean Dylan and Sam? They're only there to keep up the façade. You have no idea how annoying they are. Well, Sam is okay; I think he just tries to fit in by following Dylan. Now, Dylan, he's the real problem. Annoying as hell and he can't keep his mouth shut about anything." Fang seemed to scrunch his nose as he talked about his 'comrades'. "You're beautiful, do you know that?" He asked suddenly.
I managed to hide my blush. "You're wasting a question." I pointed out.
"It's cool." He told me, smiling like an idiot.
"Why did you want to meet me so badly?" I asked, the curiosity that had been eating at me for days finally busting it's way out.
He grinned wider. "How could I not want to meet you? You're witty, nice, and you were the only person who would actually talk to me. Can I… can I take off your mask?" He asked me.
My hand shot subconsciously to my face. Take off my mask?
I slowly lowered my hand and nodded silently. Fang raised his hand to my face and touched my mask; his thumb resting gently on face, making my heart beat erratically. Again, he might be radioactive.
"We have to go!" Someone yelled, and I whipped my head around to see Iggy, his hair slightly ruffled, his arms waving like a madman. My time limit, I thought immediately.
"I'm so sorry," I apologized to Fang. "I-I have to go." I took off sprinting, thankful that I had worn my converse instead of the heels that Angel had suggested.
"Wait!" Fang called after me, and I could tell he was running too, but I only took Iggy by the arm and ran harder.
So much for Cinderella and Prince Charming.
Whoa! I'll get Iggy's POV (or 3rd person POV) to cover his end of the dance next chapter, okay?
~Cake.
