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I went to school all next week acting like nothing was wrong, except whenever Lissa saw me in the hallway she would start laughing and pointing. Mature right? The only good thing, although I could really care less at this point, was that Fang and Lissa had really broken up.
"But Fangy!" Lissa protested from where I overheard them talking in one of the hallways. "Why would
you break up with me?"
"Because I don't like you," Fang replied simply and then turned around and didn't look back. He seriously needed to work on his commitment issues.
"Fine! Well I-I-I hate you Fang! I hate you more than Max does!" She called back after him.
He ignored the first part but then he slowed down when she mentioned my name. "Yeah I bet you do. Did you even listen to her? She said she wouldn't hurt meā¦Like you could hurt me." Was he taking advantage of the fact that I wasn't going to hurt him? No, it almost sounded more like he was kind of embarrassed and grateful. But whatever, I sure as hell am not falling for that again.
But as I walked away, I couldn't help smirking. Fang was always expecting those responses from girls. But he was not expecting what I did at all, and it made me seem like an actual person. That I wasn't devastated that the so called "coolest" guy in our grade had just stood me up. Just like everyone else. So instead of trying to act something I wasn't, I decided to just be me. It was easiest and made me feel good. That I didn't have to fake myself.
Days went by, turning to weeks and before I knew it, it had been 2 months since my whole little ordeal with Fang. Dylan had texted me a few times, to apologize more and just check in with me on how I was doing. I didn't despise Fang anymore or any less than I had 2 months before. I mean sure, I was starting to get over but that didn't mean I wanted to be friends with him. That also didn't mean he wanted to be friends with me either.
"Max, your father and I have some important news for you," my mom announced at dinner that night. Oh joy. But I swear if she said she was freaking pregnant or something, as much as I love babies, I was going to move in with Nudge.
I merely looked up from the pasta i was eating. It was taking 100% of my concentration to twirl the fork in the pasta and get enough pasta to equal a bite onto my fork. Might I add, this was without the use of my fingers. I was being forced to use manners and eat properly because apparently I looked like a pig whenever I ate pasta in public.
"We're moving," my father joined in with a stupid smile on his face.
I choked on my freaking pasta. "What?" I managed to cough out.
"We're moving," said my mom, repeating exactly what my dad had just mentioned.
"No freaking duh," I muttered.
"Max," my dad warned raising an eveybrow, "Don't use that tone with your mother."
I rolled my eyes and thankfully he didn't see that. My mom just continued, "To Park City. It's only in Utah sweetie, don't worry. You can still come see your friends once in a while."
Since I actually had no real objection to moving, I just went with it. I knew I would miss Nudge, and Dylan and some of my other friends but I didn't really have any connection with this town. I mean we lived about 20 minutes west of Grand Junction, and there was nothing too exciting here. All that's left was bad memories from basically my whole life.
"We're driving right?" was my only question to the whole moving idea.
"Of course. It's only 4 and a half hours from here, and it's just too much hassle to schedule plane tickets and all of that," my father answered this time. Thank God. I absolutely abhorred airplanes. It wasn't the height factor so much as something that had happened in the past. But I'm not in the mood to talk about it, so maybe I'll tell you later. Maybe. "So Max, what do you think?"
"Sure, sounds great," I replied with a sense of fake enthusiasm but my parents didn't notice it. "When are we going?"
"Next Tuesday." Oh geez. That was soon. I mean yeah I was excited, but that still didn't give me enough time to pack and really say bye to everyone. "We've got moving men coming this weekend to get everything ready. I'm sorry this is so abrupt, it's just that I was offered the perfect opportunity for work. Normally I would've talked it through with you first, but your mother and I thought it would be a nice change. They have a phenomenal school that has one of the best writing programs out west." My dad was talking about the school as if he was the one going. I wish. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly good at making new friends. If I had to pick one word to describe myself it would most definitely not be friendly, nice or anything it that general category. Something maybe like stubborn, or difficult suited me better.
"You remember Ella right Max?" My mom asked as we were washing dishes and loading up the dishwasher later that night. I just nodded, grabbing a towel to dry of the plate I was holding. "Well she goes to the same school that you'll be attending. She's a freshman too, and her family will be there Tuesday and Wednesday to help us get settled and moved in."
"That's good," I muttered, my mind on other things. "I'm assuming you guys bought a house then too, right?"
My mom nodded, "It's really beautiful Max, I'm sure you'll love it." I nodded, then excused myself so I could start packing. Well that was just an excuse for calling Nudge.
"Hey Max!" her cheerful voice answered after the first ring.
"Yo Nudge, I got some not so good news," I replied, my voice not up to the happy tone hers was in.
"Aw, it's not about Fang anymore is it?" she asked, sounding worried.
"No, nothing like that. It's just that we're moving. My parents just told me, at dinner I mean," I tried explaining.
"Max!" she shrieked. "You can't move! Where the hell are you moving too?! You better come visit me!"
"Park City out in Utah. It's only a 5 hour drive so my parents said I could come visit sometimes. We're leaving on Tuesday," I answered my voice soft. She was the one thing about this place I'd really miss. She had some unspeakable ability to always, and I mean always, cheer me up and get me to laugh. She, unlike Fang, was a great best friend.
"What?! I'm coming over this weekend for like a triple mega sleepover then since I won't see you anymore after that! OMG! I'm gonna miss you so freaking much Max! You don't understand! Like what if I never see you again? No that's not gonna happen! You gotta promise me, okay? Promise?" her frantic voice spitting out a thousand words per minute.
I grinned, "Nudge calm down. I'm only moving. It's not like I'm dying or something. Relax. I promise I'll come visit you, and you can come spend summers out here with me. We can ride horses in the mountains or something. Wait, on second thought, no horses cause that kills your ass but you can still spend summers out here. Just chill."
"I know! But Max, come on! You're moving!" she practically shrieked through the phone.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry! I'll miss you a ton Nudge, I really will! To be honest I'm really not dreading moving except I know I will miss you so much!" I explained, my voice quieting as I got sad thinking about not seeing Nudge's bright brown eyes, always right above her huge smile.
"Okay. Aww Max. My parents are yelling at me to go clean the kitchen, but call me tomorrow! We are doing something for sure!" She replied and I heard her yell back down to them that she had more important things to be doing. I couldn't help but grin again. Only Nudge.
"Yeah, for sure. Bye." I put my phone down and went to my closet to start putting things in different boxes for me to pack. I started shoving different things into a bunch of different boxes, which I proceeded to put in front of the door as they filled up. Not until after I had put all the boxes in front of the door did I realize that I couldn't get out.
"Shit," I muttered gruffly to myself. I then moved all of the stupid boxes out of my way so I could make it downstairs.
XX
It was Monday after school, and I took a deep breath and walked to where I'd been dreading all day.
"Hey," I said quietly as I stopped at Fang's locker.
"Um hi," he replied awkwardly.
"Well I know things between us are screwed up, thanks to you, but I just had to tell you that you can be done worrying about it because I'm moving." Everyone, well my mom and Nudge, had both agreed I should tell Fang because it was just right.
"Oh, um okay. Well yeah. Where are you moving?" he asked as he grabbed his books from his locker.
"Park City. Well we're leaving tomorrow so I just had to at least tell you, not that you care, but whatever. Bye," I turned my back and walked away, glad I was done.
"Oh wow, yeah um well bye Max," he added awkwardly, not sure at all what to do.
XX
Tuesday morning at about 10ish, my parents and I hopped in the car and started the 5 hour drive to Utah, leaving Grand Junction and all the bad memories behind me. At least I hoped.
