Yeah, Yeah I know. Super late but I reread all the reviews y'all gave me and I was like AWWWW I FELT SO BAD BECAUSE Y'ALL ARE SO SWEET AND I LOVE YOU AND SHIT. SO. CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
Also, this is concerning the critiscm given last chapter (nothing bad) so skip if it doesn't concern you: So I can definitely see how the OC are kinda commanding the story a bit. I was writing on fictionpress for a bit before coming back to here so yeah, I was definitely in a different mindset while planning this story. But I've decided I'm going to write it the way I'd intended but I will keep all that you've told me in mind as I develop it. Again. Thank y'all for your feedback and if you have any more concerns feel free to hit me up. I take it well. xD
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Max POV:
"You need a drink." I sigh and accept the clichéd red plastic cup from Gillian, "What is it anyways?"
She shrugs and tips back her own cup. "I think it initially started out as punch but I'm pretty sure I saw Jared Johnson dump a bottle of Grey Goose in it half an hour ago."
"Hm, at least it's high end." I take a measured sip of mine, wincing as the alcohol slid down my throat.
Gillian smirked, "Been a while?"
I shove her lightly with my shoulder, "Where's Pri and Zoe?"
"Last time I saw them they were playing beer pong." Gillian laughed, "Oh wait no, there's Pri," I glance in the direction that she was gesturing to see the scantily clad Priyanka weaving her way through the throbbing bodies towards us.
"I cannot believe your mother bought your this dress," Priyanka wraps a snug arm around my shoulders and giggles.
"Well it is considerably sluttier on you." I take notice of where the skirt ends at the tops of her thighs and the way the slivery, strappy fabric clung to her curves.
She gave a seductive wink then a gasp and forcefully angled my face across the room. "God he's more gorgeous in person." Through the door strode in probably the most gorgeous looking boy I'd ever laid eyes on. Tall, dark, and fucking delicious he stood with a towering yet slinky and dominating ease. He turned and I visibly started. He was the boy from the locker room.
Meeting my eye from across the room a slow smirk eased on his lips. Without breaking eye contact he muttered a few words towards one of his friends on his left and took a couple steps in my direction. His eyes were black and intense and nearly swallowed me whole.
My mouth opened and my brain raced to come up with some sort of snarky comeback to make up for the stuttering mess I made of myself earlier but his advancement towards me was stopped as a girl with bright pink hair wrapped herself around his arm.
"Stupid glow-stick," I mutter under my breath.
"This is his party isn't he?" Priyanka and Gillian hadn't noticed though, their eyes still fixed by the door. I followed their eyes to land on the guy that Fang had just spoken too. He leaned casually against the doorframe, sipping from a plastic cup identical to ours.
"Oh my god, I want one." Priyanka grabbed my full cup and replaced it with her finished one. "Thanks Maxie, p.s. if I'm not home tonight you know how to get into my house right?" And without another word she sauntered off towards the boy, flipping her hair and swinging her hips.
"Should we stop her?" Gillian asked replacing Priyanka's lost arm around my shoulder.
"Nah, she can take care of herself," I wrapped one of my arms around her shoulder in response, "Besides, she looks happy." I couldn't help but allow a smile as he unhitched himself from the wall as Priyanka reached him.
"I guess so." Gillian sighed, "Hey, why don't we head down to the lake. My feet are killing me and the water sounds really nice right now." I could only nod my consent.
Fang POV:
"Come on," Lisa tugged at my arm as I reached the kitchen, "let's go get a room."
I laughed, "We've been here for about 5 seconds and you already want to get a room?"
"Fang," she whined running her hands up my chest and over my shoulders, "Come on,"
"In a bit babe, okay? I'm going to get a drink first." Lisa just let out an exasperated whine.
"Fine, but come and find me when you remember how to treat a woman." And with a flip of her hair she wove her way through the crowd.
Biting back a retort to shout out after her I scanned the room easily, being a couple inches taller than the majority of partiers. Over people's heads I catch Braeden's eye and he stalks toward me.
"Have you seen Natalie?" He asks. I shake my head after a brief scan of the room.
He sighs, "I suggested that she not come, after that charge she took, but she insisted. Now I think I'd better drive her home. She was complaining about a headache…" he trailed off.
"She's probably upstairs where it's quieter then." With an affirmative nod thanks he heads off in the direction of the stairs and hands me his drink with a "I'd better not be drinking if I'm going to have to drive."
I lean against the kitchen doorframe watching the flow of people through the crowded house. I'm not in a particularly eager mood to get back to Lisa so I take my time, sipping my drink. Suddenly I perk up, unhitching my back from the wall. Across the room the half-naked girl from the locker room is in a corner, laughing with one of her basketball friends. Draining my cup I detour to toss it in a trash bin (What? I'm going to have to be cleaning this place come morning) and snag another one from a passing freshman. With long strides I make my way over to her.
"Though you do look gorgeous in that, I can't help but miss that half naked look you were sporting earlier." She whips around at the sound of my voice, her undrunk drink sloshing against its cup. Beside her, her friend's eyebrows shoot up and a sly smile grows on her lips. "I'm going to leave you two alone. See you around Max."
"Wait… no Gill don't." Max tries to grab her arm, but the other girl as already slid into the crowd. She turns to meet my eyes with a glare. My grin grows.
"What the fuck do you want?"
I can't help but laugh. Though she is pretty tall for a girl, coming in around 5' 10", she only reaches my chin, and I definitely could benchpress her body weight, but the sheer intensity of her death glare was just too much. "At the rate you're going you come across as extremely feisty Max. I like that."
"And at the rate you're going you come across as not really wanting your balls attached Fang."
"You know my name?"
"You know my name."
"Touche." I grin and take a swing of my drink.
"So, back to the point, what the fuck do you want?" She shifts her weight to her right foot and brushes her long hair back from her shoulder. As her hair flips across her collarbone I can't help by being distracted by the sharp angles of her neck and the curves of her chest and hips. She notices my eyes and scoffs.
"You're such a pervert."
"And you're a kleptomaniac." I counter not fazed.
"I haven't stolen anything!" My eyebrows lift that she knew what kleptomaniacs were. But maybe I shouldn't be so surprised, not all girls are air-headed like Lisa I suppose.
"You stole my Spurs sweatshirt." I point out. She blinks and recognition flashes in her eyes.
"Well… I didn't mean too. And besides, stealing one thing doesn't qualify you to be a kleptomaniac."
"Ah, but you've also stolen my heart." I clap a palm against my chest sappily.
She scoffs again, "You've got to be kidding me." And turns to leave.
At the last second I reach out and my hand closes around her wrist, "Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't come here to crappily hit on you."
After a moment's pause she sighs and shakes off my hand, but remains where she is and turns to face me again.
"Back to your insistent question, I'm here because I wanted say you played a pretty stellar game tonight." A small grin peaks out of the corner of her lips, which she stifles quickly- but I'd already seen it. "That three at the end was pretty impressive."
"Thanks." She pauses and shrugs, "Your last game was pretty good too…. I guess…"
"You guess." I chuckle once more. "Hey… do you want to go out to the bonfire?"
"Why?" Her eyebrows were skeptical once more. "So you can maul me with more cheesy lines in quiet."
"Yes of course." She caught my sarcasm and after a moment she nodded. "Alright."
"Excellent." We weaved our way through the crowded house until we finally reached the back patio. From there we continued down the slope of sand in the direction of a huge bonfire burning bright against the starry night sky. The air was breezy but warm in that humid Texas way.
"So how long have you been playing basketball?" She breaks our silence and takes a small sip of her drink.
"Since I was five. You?"
"Six. It would have been earlier, but there is no girls league until then."
"Ugh, can you believe the sexism?" I grinned.
"I know." She laughed.
"That's a nasty bruise you got there." I gestured to the purpling under her eye. Her fingers flew up to touch it but she just shrugged.
"That point guard got me, she was brutal."
I laughed again, "Yeah she gets me too. Sister." I clarify at her confused look.
"I should have guessed, you look alike." Max nodded. "Scarily so."
I shrug and laugh again. We lapse into silence, though it's not awkward. It's comfortable, both of us just sipping our drinks and making our way down to the lake, where the bonfire is roaring bright against the dark beach. As we approach and the sounds of general drunken teenage commotion increase Max turns to me once again.
"You're dating the pink haired chick right?"
"Yup." I pop the p and drain the last of my drink.
"She's kind of a bitch." I choke back a snort. Though I'm pretty used to people ratting on Lisa it's still sort of surprising hearing it come so blunt from her.
"That's not really something you say about a guy's girlfriend you know." I'm not angry though. I only glance slyly at her out of the corner of my eye.
She sighs, blowing her bangs off her eyes. "I suppose so, but I mean. I tell it how it is."
"I'm starting to figure that out." I glance around me, trying to find another freshman to mooch a beer off of when my eyes land on one with a red cup, steadily approaching me.
"What happened to staying out of my way?" I ask as Nudge reaches us. She rolls her eyes and sloshes the beer around her cup. "And who says you could drink." I hold my hand out for the cup.
"Hell no," she pulls it out of my reach, "First of all you can't tell me what to do, second of all get your own damn beer, and third you're being incredibly rude." She nods pointedly towards Max.
"First of all yes I can because who's going to be saving your ass when some guy tries to take advantage of you, second of all no, that's what freshman are for and third Max this is my other annoying sister Nudge, Nudge this is Max. Now go away." I deadpan.
"Hey." Nudge gives her a full blown smile and opens her mouth. I could sense a rant coming on.
"Alright," I cut her off before she can begin. "We're leaving."
Nudge rolls her eyes but I brush around her gesturing for Max to follow me.
"Wait," Nudge jogs up beside me, "You probably should know something before you go down there?"
"What?" I'm starting to get impatient.
"Alright well don't freak out when you hear this. You have to get yourself in a calm mindset before I tell you."
"God Dammit Nudge just tell me." We were at the outskirts of the bonfire.
"Well…" she begins, "Here's the thing…"
But just then something catches my eye. Max lets out a short laugh and I see red. Sitting on a log, in plain sight is Lisa making out with some guy who's definitely not me.
"What the fuck."
Yeah Kinda short, but I mean. I wanted to get something out there. I hope y'all liked it. More Fax this chapter (YEAH). Anyways next chapter gets kinda messy so be looking for that.
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