One of the moments you've all been waiting for….well? are you going to read or not?!

MAX

"Look who's perfect now! Got my head in the clouds! Look who's perfect now! Got my feet on the ground. Look who's perfect now! Got my head on the clouds! Got my feet on the ground! Look who's perfect now!" The music was blasting.

I was guided into the basement by Rico's parents and wove through the crowd. The others except Lissa had petitioned not to go. Iggy was with Claire at the mall. Kayley was at her house. Lissa and I wandered through the house. "Have you seen Sam?" I shouted to Rico.

He shook his head. "Sorry! Haven't seen him! Want help fidning him?"

I looked at his date. She didn't look like she minded. She looked worried that we couldn't find my boyfriend. "I'll help too!" she stood up.

"No, no, you two enjoy the party."

"We can help. There's plenty of party to go around." Rico started pushing through people. We followed, looking around too. He opened the door to the guest room and froze. A look of fury crossed his face and I looked over his shoulder. Oh my God. Oh my God! God, please help me. I stumbled back, freaked out. Sam was making out with a girl in the guest room- where they had the food.

"Get out of my house," Rico growled. "Both of you."

Sam and the girl smirked and left. I stared at him wide eyed and for a moment, he looked scared. My lower lip trembled. "Max," Rico said quietly. "Forget him."

I choked out a thanks and ran upstairs. "Don't chase her," Lissa said. "I'll take her home. Have a good party. Please, don't let this spread around."
He answered and she dashed after me, dragging me home, calling an emergency girl meeting to my house. By the time we got there, the girls (did I mention we're all neighbors?) were there with all sorts of random things containing chocolate. We sat on my bed and I cried my eyes out. I must have used at least two packs of tissues. Iggy wanted to kick Sam's butt, and I would gladly let him.

The doorbell rang.

FANG
That jerk! I knew he couldn't be trusted! Why didn't I say something to Max?

Because even if you could speak, you wouldn't ruin something you weren't sure about. Because you want her to be happy, a voice in my head answered.

Shush. I followed Max and the girls downstairs. Sam was at the door when Max answered it. Oh no…

MAX

"Babe! There you are!" Sam's breath smelled like alcohol. He grabbed my arm. "Come on."

I jerked away. "Get away from me!"

He glared. "I said come on!"

"NO!" I shouted. I kicked him.

He slapped me, hard. I shoved him down the porch and called his parents. He was outside screaming and trying to get in, so I called the police too. The flashing lights came minutes later.

"I'm going to kill him," Iggy muttered.

"Let his rents handle it," I muttered.

"No, he hurt my sister."

"LEAVE IT IGGY!" I screamed. I wanted to drop the subject. "Girls, I'll be right up. I have to find Fang."

I'd seen him run upstairs earlier, looking freaked.

"Fang," I called softly in his room. "Where are you? Fang, I know you're here."

I opened the closet and found him huddled up. "Breathe," I ordered. "It'll be okay."