Helloooo! Was up, people? I'm sooo happy! *grins* This story is doing so good (though a few more reviews wont hurt) and just, thanks so much!
Oh, and hey, I was having a chat with Max about the Fax and she is a little mad at me. Cuz, according to her, I haven't gotten it 'right'. Hmph. So, basically she's taking over for this chapter.
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"As you both know, PDA's aren't allowed at this school . . ." Mrs. Brown droned on and on, while I avoided looking at Fang.
I couldn't believe I had almost kissed him. I couldn't believe he had . . . had, seduced me like that. It's not fair. And, it's also scary. I mean, I cant even control myself when I'm around him . . . I don't like this feeling.
I could also feel Fang burning a whole through my shoulder with his eyes. His gaze was so intense, it made my stomach flutter.
"Are you two listening to me?" Mrs. Brown said sharply.
I nodded vigorously, knowing that the only way to get out of here was to agree and nod to anything she said. Trust me, I've been here many times before.
"What I can't understand is why you, Max, would be kissing a boy in the hallway. It's not like you," She said carefully.
I know, I thought. Then I mumbled out loud, "We weren't kissing. And- we weren't going to."
I had to add that. This, whatever you want to call it, that was going on with Fang and me wasn't going to happen.
Mrs. Brown raised an eyebrow, glancing at Fang. I sneaked a peek at him. He sat, arms crossed, a slightly bored look on his face. But he wasn't looking at me anymore. And I could see the tension around his mouth. Was he mad? Upset? Hurt?
"Well, that's true." She said hesitantly, "So, for now, this is just a warning. But, please, don't let me catch you again."
What does that mean? As long as you don't catch us it's okay, or what? I thought distractedly, still trying to analyze Fang's expression.
"You won't." I said, breaking the long silence. I could almost feel Fang tense beside me.
"Fang?" Mrs. Brown looked at him.
He looked up, at her, and then gave me a slow look. My heart gave a squeeze, and I felt breathless for a second.
"You won't," He echoed, his voice flat and emotionless.
I gulped, trying to take a deep breath, still trapped in his stare.
He finally broke his gaze, letting me go, and I felt like I was falling- and then landing hard on reality.
This is why I can't be with Fang.
The way he makes me feel . . . I can't do this again.
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As we were walking out of the office, I resisted the urge from grabbing Fang's hand and . . . I don't know what I would've done, except that I don't have to think about it because he grabbed my hand first.
"Max," He said, his voice cutting into the awkward air.
I tugged my hand away halfheartedly, "Fang, why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" He asked innocently.
I let out a frustrated sigh, trying hard not to let the pressure from his hand, still in mine, affect me.
"You know what!" I said loudly, "Why me, Fang? Why me out of all these girls, all of them more-more-" I faltered, trying to think of something, and not to be all-that but right now, today, none of them were more anything than me.
Ha-ha, I thought dryly.
Which is probably what Fang was also thinking because he smirked.
"More what, Max?" He asked, then went on before I could come up with something, "And, really, no matter what they are, you, Max, you're the one I want."
I shook my head, and finally pulled my hand away, letting out a sigh of relieve as the fog in my head cleared out a little, "Fang, I don't want this. I'm not . . . ready for a relationship."
His eyes darkened, "Didn't seem like that a few minutes ago when we were almost kissing in the hallway."
I glared at him, "That's just it! I do stupid stuff around you, stuff that I told myself I wouldn't, and that I know I shouldn't but you start talking like . . . Ugh! And then the way you, um," Against all my will, I felt myself blush.
Fang chuckled, "Max, come on, what's so hard about this?"
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Everything!" I yelled, "This is just like Iggy, and how he would just breeze by like it was nothing, but it's everything! I don't like to feel like this, it scares me! And you're just like him!"
My mouth snapped shut too late.
He reeled back, as if I had slapped him, and I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
Shit.
"I'm sorry." He muttered, which made me feel a million times worse.
"I-I didn't . . ." I stopped, wasn't this what I had wanted? That he would finally understand and leave me alone?
But as he turned around and left, it took every fiber of my being not to call him back.
Oh, Max, why do you have to torture yourself like this? The Voice sighed softly.
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My eyes were locked on the floor, but I was forced to look up when a high pitched squeal went:
"Max!"
"Hey, Andrea." I said, then added with a small smile, "Could you be any girlier?"
She grinned.
"Hey, Forrest." I said. It was always funny seeing them together. Forrest, the big guy lumbering next to Andrea.
"Yo, Max, nice outfit." He nodded, but I felt relieved that he didn't stare with him mouth open or anything. He was cool like that.
"Thanks," I said, trying to make sure to sound upbeat.
But, of course, Andrea already knew. I could tell by her worried look.
"Hey, Forrest, can I talk to Max in private?" She asked, her eyes questioning me already.
Forrest shrugged, nodding, and started to make his way to the school entrance.
"I'll call you." Andrea yelled.
He paused, looking back at us. Actually, at Andrea.
"I'll be waiting." He said with a small smile.
Andrea blushed.
My heart gave a sad tug.
"So? What happened?" Andrea asked, turning back to me.
"I got scared, that's what happened." I muttered.
Andrea nodded, "Fang?"
"Yeah. Fang."
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Thursday, September 3, 2009
MAX
Why are girls so complicated? You all know about Max and, looking back at my last post, wow. I went on quiet a bit about her.
Fine, a lot.
But, I really need help.
Okay, she shows up to school in this amazingly incredibly hot outfit, and hey, I'm only a guy. What am I supposed to do besides try and kiss her? And I can tell you honestly right now that, I know she was going to kiss me back.
Until the stupid principal caught us.
And then, after we leave Mrs. Brown's office, she tells me that she's not ready for a relationship . . . and then that I'm just acting like this guy, Iggy. Who also happens to be her ex.
So, yeah, what was I supposed to do/say?
Me: "Sorry."
Her: "..."
I leave then.
This part might be expected but now I cant get her off my mind. It's driving me crazy.
Feel free to comment with advise and stuff. I'll probably be up all night anyway . . .
Till later-
Fang
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Reviews:
fangirl7 at 3:08 p.m
Oh my gosh! That's so amazingly cute! I am totally squealing right now! Okay, okay, okay, um, just be honest and . . . talk to her. But not right away. Trust me, she loves you! Or, well, at least, she was going to kiss you, so, I bet she really does like you! Give her some time. :)
Fang-
Thanks. And I've been honest so far, it's just. . . getting compared to someone's ex isn't supposed to be a good thing, right?
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Jasper winked at 5:39 p.m
Argh! If I could I would boo Principal Brown. She just messed up a would-be-awesomely-fantastic moment! But, hey, if she's not ready for a relationship, then you can't really do anything (sorry) so, just give her space. And time.
Fang-
Hahaha, yes, she did. But who knows if Max would've been more upset if I actually did kiss her? Giving her space -sigh- sounds hard.
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BlackBelt at 7:56
That's just so adorable!! ^^ squee, just wonderful! Though, ouch, that's not right for her to compare you to her ex. Everyone's been telling you to give her time and space, but, maybe you should try again? Or try to be friends with her first?
Fang-
But I don't want to be her friend . . . I've got to get a break from the computer. I'm starting to get whiny. You're right. And yeah, it hurt. I don't even know why she and Iggy broke up . . . and I really don't think we're alike. But I'm going to try again. Soon.
(*cries*-Why, Max? *Max sighs and shakes her head*- You know it had to be done.)
Hi, it's me the supposedly "author" of this fic. Yeah. Review. You know you want Max to get over her temporary dumbness, and be with Fang. Maybe if you yell at her anough, she'll come to her senses.
Oh, and sorry to all the people who I didn't use their penname, but if you leave me some nice long reviews(even if it just says how much you hate Max) for the next few chapters. . . that might work. :D
