M A X I M U M R I D E I S N O T P A R T O F W H A T I O W N I N T H I S W O R L D.
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Chapter 9: …Party All Night
This cannot be good. Of all the bad things, Nudge being drunk is without a doubt, if not number one, definitely in the top three.
"MAX! I was looking for you!" She giggled slightly, hiccups escaping her every now and then.
I stayed silent, asking God why he would do such a thing to me. I hadn't seen Angel all night. I had no idea if she was even here. Meaning, I would have to handle a tipsy Nudge all by myself.
Suddenly she noticed Fang standing next to me.
"Ohmygawd! You're that cute guy Max can't keep her hands off!"
Face-palm from yours truly.
"Fang right? I talked to you once "-giggle-" but you were all like, silent and stuff. I don't like silence. It makes me uncomfortable. Just like really tight skinny jeans. But if the look good on me, well that's okay. Ohmygawd like that cute top I bought the other day, it looked SUPER good on me! Wait, I was trying to say something, wasn't I?"
Fang just looked at Nudge, but I could tell he was gaping at her... Ability with words inside.
"Nudge, you're wasted," I said bluntly.
"Am not." She teetered to the side as she said it.
She saw a cup flying through the air and stared at it.
I resisted the urge to do a face-palm again.
Fang shuffled closer to me, his eyes never leaving Nudge as he whispered in my ear.
"I take it this might become problematic."
I got chills from feeling his hot breath on my neck, but ignored it.
"Thanks for stating the obvious."
He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Providing an escape route. She'll never make you feel bad if you're going out to make out with that cute boy you can't get your hands off."
He ended the sentence with a smirk, and I laughed and glared at him at the same time.
"Still, I can't leave her. As tempting as that offer sounds." That was obviously sarcastic.
I turned to leave and Fang grabbed my hand.
I looked at him. Maybe I was gaping.
"I'll go with you," he said simply. As if my holding hands with him were perfectly normal.
I shrugged, being careful not to dislodge his hand from mine, and turned back to looking for Nudge, who was long-gone from the spot where we had been a while ago.
I realized that Fang holding my hand was logical. There were masses in this house, more people than in a club even. He just did it to not get separated from me.
I analyzed this as I looked for Nudge, not really paying any attention to this task. Heck, I wouldn't have seen her if it weren't for Fang.
"Umm… I think that's her."
I looked to where he was pointing (he was using the hand holding mine, so we were both pointing) and my mouth fell open.
Nudge was certainly that girl. That girl that sat on the shoulders of a shirtless guy I had never seen before in my life. She was screaming and giggling and fist pumping and the guy looked like he just won the lottery. Maybe because Nudge wore a dress. Maybe because he had his hands on her butt to "keep her from falling". Who knows?
I stalked right up to the guy, pulling Fang along just as he had done to me.
"Could you please put my friend down?" I had intended to sound sweet, but I sounded pretty menacing to tell you the truth.
He just looked at me, and I could tell he was a little drunk himself. He surprised me when he smiled.
"Do you want a turn?"
Oh, hell no. Did he mean what I thought he meant?
"Um, first, ew? Second. Put the girl down before I make you." There was no mistaking my menacing tone now. Fang stood beside me, watching, a little amused.
The guy walked closer, wobbling a bit, maybe because of the influence of alcohol, maybe because of Nudge's weight on him. Probably a little bit of both.
"C'mon, baby. Don't be afraid to admit it. Just get rid of your boyfriend and I'll give you a ride," he said this, and then he winked at me.
My eyebrows rose, but before I could do anything other than that, Nudge was on the floor, and so was the guy. Only difference was, he was lying on it, probably with a broken nose.
"How'd you move that fast?" I asked Fang curiously, and he chuckled a bit before jerking his chin in Nudge's direction. She stood perplexed, as if she still didn't get what had just happened. I had ten bucks on that she didn't.
While I was trying to explain to Nudge that that guy had been trying to feel her up, I saw some guys with a phone bowl approach Fang. The seven minutes bowl. He kept shaking his head in no, but the guys kept pushing and pushing. I didn't think Fang would give in, but a minute later he put his hand into the bowl. He must've not wanted to break someone else's face tonight.
I was suddenly glad my phone was not in that bowl, I thought. I reached for the old thing unconsciously to where I put it where I had last used it, the pocket in my skirt. Thank God Nudge had thought about that, because there was no way in heck I would be using a purse. As I felt around the deep pocket, I heard Fang extract his hand from the phone bowl. My heart sped up as I realized what was happening. Because somehow I knew, even before I looked.
My phone was in Fang's hand.
I realize this chapter was slightly fillerish, but I hoped you liked it. But now the good stuff comes (; I know I said I wouldn't update this week, but I thought I'd surprise you guys (I have SO MUCH to do, but I'm such a good person that I'm being nice and updating). This is also partly a celebratory matter, because
I
HAD
MY
CAST
REMOVED!
Yesterday (:
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