Just Watch Chapter 10: I'm Already Yours And You Don't Even, a maximum ride fanfic

Hiii...long time, no write...I'm sorry :( No, really. A lot of you guys are such loyal readers, your reviews make me happy so when I don't update, I feel bad. And I should. For not updating. :( I'm sorry you guys but here's the long awaited chapter 10 of Just Watch! I know I'm not the best when it comes to updating fast but I hope you guys can continue to support my story and review :) Please let me know what you think of this chapter :D I'll try and get chapter 11 up as soon as I can!

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Just Watch

Chapter 10

I'm Already Yours And You Don't Even Know It

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There was once a boy. And a girl. Both were so absorbed into their everyday lives and just living life. Until they met...

Upon laying eyes on her, the boy knew she was something special. He fell in love. But she...

Did not.

The boy didn't care however, he kept meddling into the girl's life, just wanting -aching to mean something to her. The same way she meant something to him.

However, once the young man learned that there was a subject #3 in the picture, he lost it. He lost his way.

One day upon accidentally seeing the two kiss,

His world collided.

Because she...

She had been playing him the whole time.

The young man thought of himself as pathetic, as so desperate for not being able to let go of his strong, wanting feelings towards the girl.

He kept loving her.

But he knew...he knew that on the inside, he was just dying to be with her. Dying for her touch.

The boy knew something had to be done about the other boy.

The one the girl was truly in love with.

So he prayed. His prayers were not answered.

He went crazy. Literally. His father sent him to a mental hospital.
The doctors gave him pills, medicine, bottles and bottles, prescription after prescription after prescription, chemicals and liquids would all enter his body. All for the one chance of glory of possibly and hopefully putting a smile on his face.

One. Measly. Little. Happy. Smile.
The boy was never truly happy. His mental illness didn't go away. The medicine didn't work.

But, alas, on one fine day once released, he saw her.
The girl of his dreams.
From afar distance.
Dressed in all black, she weeped and weeped.
And he stared at her with wide eyes.
And he thought to himself,
"How long have I been gone?"

He returns home that day.
A week later at school, he finds out the boy the girl was madly in love with had passed away. Into the heavens he went, for he, was a good soul. And this boy knew that. He knew that boy had many things to give her in life. And this boy, the crazy, sad, lonely, mental kid who has a one-sided love, could give her nothing. Not even a smile.

So he hated him.

Upon learning of that day, he was struck with such shock.
He wouldn't accept the truth. He needed time to adjust. Time to accept the fact that his prayers, his needs and wants were oh so finally desperately answered.

This boy was the happiest he could ever be.

Subject #3 was out of the picture.

Crazy boy for the win.

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That, however, was not how the rest of the story went, because despite the girl's boyfriend passing, she never fell in love with this lonely boy. She could never love a boy like him.

And he realized that. Through time, though.

So he lost it. Again.

And so, all fell down. Again. Everything went down the drain. Again.

He got so high and drunk one night.

He persuaded the girl to drink with him since he caught her in a lonely state.

And then...

He raped her.

Oh how little did he know, that this was not 'making love'. And the girl knew that.

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Days passed. And passed. And passed.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Fri- was there even a Thursday involved?
The boy couldn't even tell. He stopped counting after he ran out of fingers.

And so, he lost it. Again.

More than ever this time though.

It is then that finally about one month later, the girl called him out to meet up with her after school. Sadly, he was so happy. Yes, sadly, because even though the boy knew the girl didn't love him, he was still so happy to be involved -connected- to her in some way.

Finally, the hour came when he had to meet her. And as soon as one stray tear trailed down her ivory colored cheek, he knew. He knew the truth. The true fact that the girl's whole world came crashing down. Right before his eyes. He watched her cry her heart out to him. And her fear. He realized this. And when he did,

His world came crashing down as well.

Again.

Because it was that day, that the boy learned something...

He could never have her. She could never be his.

She was carrying his child. She didn't want to.

She was too good of a soul to settle for abortion so she kept it. Kept up with the stress, problems and agony of carrying a new life inside your body only as an eighteen year old.

That doesn't mean that the boy and girl finally got together. Fell in love. Had the baby. Got married. Carried on. Grew old together.

They didn't.

None of that ever happened.

Because he,

He could never have her.

And he knew that.

Throughout the course of the whole nine months in which the girl carried his child inside her, she went crazy. Just like the boy. She wanted to kill herself. She blamed him and hated him for taking advantage of her that one night. She didn't want to have forced sex with him. She didn't want to have sex with him at all. She never loved him. And when she secretly saw his lonely tears one day while he was all huddled up to himself, she had realized something.

It was all her fault.

For playing him.
For treating him like a toy.
For making him think that he was something special to her when in fact...

He wasn't. He was never.

But upon realizing that. Upon knowing the truth, the girl has also realized that it was far too late for regrets and apologies. This was something that forgiveness alone, -a simple word- just could not fix.

Almost a year had passed. One day she walked to his home. Baby in hand. He opened the door to her, with hopeful eyes, still hoping and wishing that she could one day love him.

Those, however, weren't her intentions.

She threw the baby at his feet. Wildly. Didn't even care if the small child's head made contact with the hard floor. The baby started to cry. The girl starred at the boy with bloodshot eyes and screamed at him.
"I never wanted this!" She cried out.
"I never wanted this child!" She cried out harder as her voice cracked with each and every breath she took.

With that, the girl ran away.

Because, upon realizing all those things, there was one more and last thing she had also realized...

She could never move on with life having this child by her side.

This child was a rape baby. She didn't want a constant reminder of the fact that she was raped by a crazy and overly possessive non-lover.

She didn't want the child.

So she ran away. But not to her home. Somewhere far. Very far.
Where she could start over.
Meet someone else. Fall in love.
Because she didn't want this life.
Her parents got overly worried.
They called the police.
A team searched for her.

They never found her.

At school, no one knew what was going on. What had happened. Except for the fact that she was pregnant and gave birth. That's when they started calling her dirty names.

Whore. Slut.
Prostitute.
Trash.

He, the boy, heard all types of rumors. Rumors saying that she was dead. Rumors saying that she just probably made it to the next state and is living in hiding. The boy hoped for the latter, obviously.

He never wished death for her.

Because he,

He still loved her.

And so, it is now that the story of these two young lovers or 'non'-lovers that is, -yet who were so deeply connected to each other- must soon come to an end.

But wait.

We're not finished yet.

The boy kept the child.
He raised her. He grew to love her.
Because the child, the small girl, was indeed his child.
For what reason could he not love her?

All finally seemed well. Through time, of course.

All is through time.

But then...
One day he suddenly turned on her.
The poor little girl, such innocence, -not knowing what she had done wrong- just cried. And cried. And cried.
Though the boy's physical actions were sudden, his mind's actions weren't. He had been thinking all this time. He started thinking hard and deep of this little child ever since she was thrown at his feet, and he never stopped. She was always on his mind.

He found something out.

He never brought himself to grow out of love with the girl who had conceived this baby.

And through much agony, through much pain, cries, sweat, blood, tears, scrapes, bruises, wounds and permanent scars, it was that he had finally realized something.

"She will never love me" The boy said to himself.

And with this, with this one sentence, he realized many, many more things in life.

He started to hate the girl. The girl he was once in love with.

So he took it out on the girl's child. His child.

He looked into the innocent, big brown eyes of the little infant and could only see one thing.

His past love.

The girl who never loved him.

The girl who betrayed him.

So he started to take his anger out on the child one day.

But it seems though, that day never met it's end...

...the beatings never stopped...

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4 Days Since Max Last Spoke To Fang...

His eyes open. He wakes up suddenly and his body comes forth abruptly, sitting up. His hands clutch his black thin bed spreads on either sides of his hips. His lips are parted; his jaw dropped as he pants out excessively. His eyes are widened just a bit and his eyebrows creased. Sweat drips down his sheets from the tips of his bangs. He bites his lip till it turns a flesh colored red. He takes out one final sigh and brings his knees up, resting his chin on them as his arms wrap around his legs. He gives himself time to recover from his very vivid dream just now.
"What's wrong with me?" He says to himself under his breath, his chest heaving a bit.
He throws his body back down onto the mattress and clutches his sheets once more but then lets them go as he rubs his eyes. His fingers now run through his black hair. He closes his mouth and clenches his jaw as the space between his fingers latch onto his hair and pull it in both directions.

"What is wrong, wrong, wrong with me?"

He groans out feeling very tensed...and wanting. He takes his hands out of his now messy and sweaty hair. He looks at his palms and sees their a bit wet, the sweat form his hair.

"Gross"

He mutters under his breath and rubs them off on his jersey shorts. He sighs out once more and turns his body around so his chest is now pressed flatly against his mattress. He presses his face against his pillow and his hands grasp his pillowcase tightly on either side of his head. His brows furrow and he sighs out again, much dis-contently. Fang starts letting out harsh breaths against his pillow since his mouth is flatly placed on his pillow, making it difficult to breath. His eyes start to water. His chest rises a bit each time he lets out a breath. Because of this, his crotch presses itself more flatly against his mattress. He starts muttering groans of complaint and displeasure. This is when a few drops of tears begin trailing down his cheeks and onto his pillow, making it damp. He stays in this position for a long while. This distresses him greatly. The sensations his body produces. The feeling of both his body being overly excited yet his mind being in great anxiety. Every time he breathes out, every time he moves, just even a little or even breathes out -making his body rise- he feels himself pressing harder onto his bed. He can feel himself getting firmer. He can't help but love that feeling of want and need his body has yet he hates it because he cant help but feel disgusted at himself. For the reason. The reason he's like this. In this position. Feeling this certain way.

Max.

He knows he can just simply end this throbbing he has by giving attention to his needs. He can simply just start rubbing his member against his mattress in a harsh way to give himself a very exciting and pleasurable sensation. However, he can't do this. He'd feel wrong. He knows it's wrong. He knows there's something wrong with him.

And that's why his eyes water.

Because every time he even dreams of Max, whether they do something sexual in his dream or just even talk, he always wakes up with a wanting sensation; with a bulge between his legs. And he's tired of it. He can't help it if he dreams of Max, it's beyond his power. He doesn't get to choose who appears in his dreams and who doesn't. She just happens to appear there every now and then. More than that, actually.

So far, this is the fourth night he's waken up to a bulge between his legs.

He hates it.

Some nights, he enters the dream world and next he knows, he's already having sex with Max. He doesn't know how they end up in that position, but somehow they do. They always do. And this truly puzzles him. Did he instigate it? Or did she? Or did they both? And did they even kiss first? These things he doesn't remember at all. He can barely even remember what they talked of prior to these intimate times. He does know they all happened though. Of course, in real life Fang is sure his dreams are never going to come a reality because he's sure he's never just going to end up doing it with Max for no apparent reason. And he's sure that she'd feel exactly the same way. They're both so soo shy he doubts that it'll ever come down to the two of them nude and on a bed moving and moaning in such pleasurable ways.

One night, he even woke up with himself having already released, all slimy in his boxers,while dreaming. He got so disgusted at himself that he rushed to the bathroom to take a very cold shower at 4 in the morning. His parents surely heard the shower on and probably wondered. He changed into his regular attire -jeans and a t-shirt. There's no way he'd go back to sleep in fear of dreaming about Max again, even if it was only 4 in the morning. He'd find something else to do. Afterwords, he threw up on his carpet on the way to his bed. A lot. It took him a whole hour to clean up the vomit that settled itself nicely into the fibers of the carpet since he was steam cleaning it. Shortly, he threw up again being disgusted at his own throw up. Then he had to clean that again. And take another shower. So, thankfully it was a Saturday morning that day because he was overly exhausted and went back to sleep at 2 in the afternoon. His parents just thought he was sick that day so they let him be.

He'd feel like a total pervert if he were to alleviate himself by his own hands just because he's subconsciously developed a new sexual frustration towards Max. Towards that girl that means dearly to him. It's not Max's fault either, that he feels this way, that he's -without knowing it- slowly been developing a lustful attraction towards not just towards her body -but her soul as well. In his dreams, he can even be just simply talking to her and in the end, he'll still wake up with a hard on erection.

He'd also feel ashamed if he were to release himself while thinking of her. Fang thinks it'd be a very wrong and sick minded thing to do. He sees Max as this pure, beautiful innocent girl who just happens to be beaten by her father every day. Despite that, despite those evident scars on her body, Fang still thinks of Max as a bit of a naive, pure girl.

Oh, how wrong he is though.

He doesn't know her true nature.

And she doesn't intend to show him.

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School

He slams his locker shut, with a pissed off face.
"Wow" Iggy mutters. Fang sends him a death glare,

"Don't even start"

He mutters and begins to walk away.

"Are you sure something's not bothering you? You can talk to me you know"

He places a hand on Fang's rough shoulder but quickly retrieves it.

"Wow you feel tense"

"I'm fine"

Fang replies, still walking. Iggy rolls his eyes,

"Look-" He stops Fang, placing both hands on his shoulders.

"I'm not a retard, you're obviously not fine. I'm your best friend, you can talk to me about whatever"

Iggy clears his throat and suddenly gives Fang a serious look much to his surprise.

"You know I'm here for you, right?"

He asks Fang and soon realizes that Fang's body is becoming less tense as Iggy's reassuring words reach him.

"I know it may seem as if I'm always preoccupied with stuff, with Nudge and you know...but I haven't forgotten about y-"

Iggy suddenly stops and notices a few girls bunched together and whispering things to each other as they stare at both Fang and Iggy. Iggy realizes and suddenly gives Fang a friendly punch on his arm causing Fang to take a step back.

"What the he-"

A now pissed doff Fang is cut off by Iggy.

"And that's how you know when the girl wants you to fuck her...bro" Iggy says, putting as much manliness into that one sentence. A confused Fang raises an eyebrow.

"H- whaaa?" He asks. The girls scatter away from the two and Iggy grabs Fang arms, leading him into the locker room.

"Sorry about that, dude" Iggy winces.

"That didn't hurt did it, did your bruises heal already? It's only been about a week tho-"

"Shut up, Iggy" Fang starts walking away.

"Hey, wait!" Iggy runs in front of him and gets in the way of the doors. Fang crosses his arms.

"Don't think you can get away that easily, dude..." Iggy points a finger to Fang's chest. He breathes out and once again, reverts to his serious face.

"Look, what I was saying before...I'm here for you...and ummm..." Iggy trails off.

Fang sighs out in boredom.

"Wait!" Iggy holds his arms up in the air.

"Okay, okay this is weird...I feel like I'm your parent or something and I'm giving you a lecture...hmm"

Fang sighs once more, "Iggy, just tell me what it is you wanna say"

Iggy nods, "Okay, c'mere and sit" Iggy walks over to the bench and Fang follows. Iggy looks away from Fang and his eyes wonder off to the rest of the boys locker room.

"Do you remember..." Fang uncrosses his arms and leans back, resting his palms on the bench.

"Do I remember?" He asks.

Iggy nods, "Two years ago...you were...you..."

Fang suddenly looks away from his face and onto the floor.

"I'm very aware" He says quietly.

"Okay. Soo...you got better, that's the point...you got better, healthier I mean...you know-" Iggy shifts his body closer to Fangs but there is still a good gap between them on the bench.

"I probably never told you this, I don't remember if I did or not, so much happened in that two year time span..." Fang nods in agreement

"But-" Iggy continues,

"I was so hurt to see you in such pain, dude. And when you got better...well, it took a while, but you got better and it made me so happy to have my best friend back...I- dude, I've known you since I was a freakin' baby so you're like a brother to me...and I remember wanting to comfort -well, wait, do you...uh...do you remember what we di-"

Fang eyes suddenly go wide and he cuts Iggy off,

"Yes, God, Iggy, I remember everything clearly, please do not ever bring that up ever again"

Fang says and he looks away, now feeling all flustered. Iggy sighs out in relief.

"Okay. Thank God. Just wanted to make that point across. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that these past few weeks I feel as though you're going back..."

Iggy winces as his own choice of words, scared Fang will suddenly lash out at him if he feels offended. He doesn't do anything, however.

"I'm not. So don't wor-"

"See that! That's the problem, you don't talk to me about these things! You don't talk about these things to anyone in general! I just don't want to see you down that depressed road again -you used to fucking hurt yourself and we embraced as if we were gay! That's how much you needed someone! You never even refused what happened between us!" Iggy bluntly blurts out the words angrily at Fang. Fang looks at Iggy with narrow eyes and furrowed eyebrows then his glare slowly fades as his eyes wander off somewhere else.

"I'm well aware of what I used to do just as much as I'm aware of how you were there for me so...believe me, I don't plan on going down that road again" He says quietly.

There is definitely much tension between the two boys right bow. They both feel like killing each other.

"That's good." Iggy replies.

He looks away from Fang, now leaning against a locker as Fang stays still on the bench. Iggy jaw clenches.

"I hope you know I say this because I'm worried about you...Do you even talk to your therapist anymore?" He asks Fang, now looking at him in the eyes.

Fang returns his stare, "No. It's been two years." He replies with a soft voice, anger not present in him at the moment but he's definitely still tense.

"See? But it worked because you got better. You found life, again Fang. But lately, you've been...I mean you can't just keep things bottled up inside of you. I know you Fang, I know who you are and what you're like. You're gonna explode, eventually. And something tells me that part of you hasn't changed"

"How...-"

Fang stands up, walking closer to Iggy, now suddenly slamming him against the locker. Iggy looks at Fang with wide eyes, taken by surprise. Fang was never this aggressive to him before. Fang slams a palm on the locker on the side of Iggy's neck and his other is coiled up into a fist clutching Iggy's shirt collar.

"Why do you want me to be happy when the girl I fucking like is constantly being brutally beaten by her father every day?!Do you know how sick that would be, for me to do something so ignorant, so selfish as to be happy?!Tell me, huh?! Huhh?!"

With this, Fang lets go of Iggy's collar. He storms off in such rage. He definitely wasn't planning on being so aggressive towards Iggy. He knows Iggy's intentions are good hearted but he just angers him sometimes. He doesn't regret how he acted towards Iggy, since Iggy probably had it coming and he knew it. If he ever were to scream at Max like that however, he's pretty sure he'd be writing out her eulogy the next day.

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Max's House

The sun's rays peer through her lucid creme colored curtains, trespassing the thin skin of her ivory colored eyelids. She groans and clears her throat several times while moving about, trying to find a more comfortable position on the bed. She is soon woken though, her peaceful slumber, as soon as a loud bang sounds on the other side of her door. Her body comes forth, as if without giving it any thought and she immediately retrieves to the headboard of the bed, now sitting in fetus position -with her thighs embraced to her chest. She breathes out heavily, the loud noises of the continuous banging scaring her.
"Maaax! I hope you're up and dressed, 'cause you better be outta here within the next ten minutes!"
Realizations hits her and her jaw drops as she immediately turns to look at her digital clock on her nightstand. She throws her lilac colored thick bedspread off the lower half of her body and spring out of bed, lunging to the bathroom.
8:54 AM

Not bothering to even close her bathroom door, she grabs her tooth brush and the white tube of mint toothpaste from inside a drawer. She hurriedly throws the tube back into the drawer, stuffs her toothbrush into her mouth and strips down until she is naked, hopping into the shower. She brushes as she bathes.

"You're still here?"

He gives her a nasty look all the way form the kitchen counter, looking into her direction as he watches her run down the stairs. She pauses for a moment, not knowing what to say. Her mouth opens but no words come out. His look turns into that of a glare and he approaches her with such violence. Max's eye widen and she backs away, tripping over the edge of the staircase, landing on her butt.

"No, please"

She squints in pain, looking away with her arms in front of her for defense. Her eyes open as she is suddenly brought to her feet.
"Get outta here" He glares at her.
"I don't have time to deal with you right now."
Max nods.

"I'm sorry" She mumbles, heading out the door.

"Max!" He shouts behind her, making her heart beat speed up again.
As she waits for him to finish his sentence her mind quickly scans through a list of things that she could have done wrong just now -the reason as to why he's calling her attention.
"I told you in ten minutes. It's already 9, you've gotta learn how to manage your time better. You know what I said last time about the teachers always calling here and complaining about you. Truth be told I'm freakin' tired of it!" He raises his voice very loud at the last sentence, making her wince.
"It won't happen again" She says quietly.
"Better not!"
Max nods, turning around again and just as she is about to turn the door knob, hears him mutter something.
"Fuckin' bitch" He spits out, taking a sip of his coffee.
Max clamps her lips down together and heads out the door, quietly closing it. As if by instincts, her turns to her left -Fang's house- and notices neither of his parents cars are in the driveway. She takes a seat on her front patio and blurts out a cry.

Fuckin' bitch

Those same words with his voice keep repeating themselves in her mind over and over again.

She just can't help but to feel ashamed -dirty- when her own father calls her that.

She wipes her eyes with her fingertips and sniffles.
What am I doing? She thinks in realization.
"I don't have time for this" She mutters to herself, getting up and running down the sidewalk into the direction of her school.

...

Several minutes later she comes to a stop, waiting for a line of cars to pass by . She feels something on her palm though and she immediately looks up. As soon as she does, her face is soon lathered in hundreds of tiny droplets of water.
Her puts her bag down on the sidewalk and looks for her plastic binder to use it as a shield over her head.
"Why now?!"

She complains to herself as she runs across the street before the next several cars pass before her. Max takes her phone out, glancing at the time and gasps.
"Crap, I'm late!"

She runs as fats as she can, crossing yet another street.

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School

"Hey man" Someone approaches Fang. Fang turns to them as he leans against a locker, regaining himself after that weird argument with Iggy.
"You. Dylan" Fang nods at him but it comes out as more of a glare. Dylan raises an eyebrow.

"Um, did I do something wrong?"

Fang looks away from him, focusing on the floor.

"No. Forget it. Anyways, what do you want?"

Still looking at the floor while his mind is somewhere else.
Dylan shrugs, "Nothing. Just...saying hi, 'cause that's what friends do...it'd be weird if we just ignored each other..." Dylan's voice sort of trails off as he notices Fang's black aura right now.

"Uhmm..." Dylan mutters, changing the position of his books he's holding to this other hand.
He notices Fang's eyes widen a little and his face suddenly turns towards Dylan.

"Sorry. Wha- what did you say again?" He asks.
Dylan shrugs, "Nothing" He chuckles nervously.

"Um, see you, okay? I think we're in chemistry together so see you later"

He waves, not wanting to do anything with Fang when he's clearly pissed. Fang nods towards him and Dylan walks off.
Fang sighs out, throwing his head back on a locker.

"Stupid Iggy" he whispers to himself. He feels so violated right now. So tortured and more than anything annoyed and embarrassed why Iggy just bluntly brought up the past and practically threw it into his face.

"-you used to fucking cut yourself and we embraced as if we were gay! That's how much you needed someone! You never even refused what happened between us!"

He sighs out once more and his shoulders slump and his back which leans against the lockers slowly slides off as he finds himself sitting on the floor. His face falls down to his palms.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

He says very quietly under his breath, referring to Iggy.

"Ummm, excuse me"

Fang's eyelids immediately shoot right open as he hears a female voice talking to him. He removes his face from his palms and looks up to the sudden girl with surprise.
"Are you okay?"

She asks. At first, he wonders why she's asking such a question. Why she even cares. Just because this strange girl and he go to the same school, it doesn't necessarily mean they have to care about each other. Who does that?

Oh.

Then he realizes that she's the student council president. Kim. She's the sweet girl-next-door type who literally cares about everyone. And who wouldn't care about an almost-crying-over-the-edge-lonely-hottie?

"What's wrong? Uh, -notthatit'sanyofmybusiness!" She corrects herself in one single breath, still smiling at him. He takes a second to think and then immediately gets up. She smiles at him nervously.
"Nothing" He replies and takes a step forward, away from her until a sudden grasp on his arm stops him.
"Hey, hey now"

She smiles again.

"You know it's kinda my job to care for the students here" She smiles sweetly towards him.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asks, still holding his arm.
He turns his head towards her, now looking her in the eyes. Fang swears he can hear her gasp as the sudden intent stare he's giving her. He looks behind him to make sure no one's there and with one sudden movement, he slams her against the locker.

She winces "Hey, what's are y-"

Her eyes widen. He cuts her off by forcefully planting his lips on hers. No tongue, though. He stops kissing her a few seconds later. He looks at her with an impassive face. She is looking all surprised.

He really needed this.

Really needed a way to release all this anger. Really needed a way to feel like a guy again. After what Iggy just threw at him, he feels so...strange. As if he was questioned his sexual orientation. But despite what happened in the past, despite Iggy's and Fang's relationship in the past not being a normal guy/guy friendship, Fang is positively sure he knows who he is. It's just the dark feelings of the past that created this huge ominous cloud above Fang. A cloud that never left. He needed to make sure even though he already was sure. Plus, just knowing that his past with Iggy totally disgusts him -and he's sure it disgusts Iggy as well -to the point that they both unofficially officially swore to never talk about that topic ever again, is enough proof that Fang knows who he is -sexually, wise. What's more, it's not like Fang and Iggy have ever kissed or done anything sexual together -they haven't.

There's only one thing that he wants.

This one girl.

Max.

That's why he kissed this girl,for the above reasons and to know if whether or not he'd instantly feel the same way he does when he kissed Max. When she kissed him back.

And he doesn't.

He didn't feel anything at all when he kissed this girl. No sparks. No wanting feeling. No feeling as if he's about to explode. No unavoidable, reluctant sexual thoughts.

Nothing.

Fang removes his palms from the locker that were surrounding the girl.
"Sorry" He mutters.
"What...what was that?"

She fixes her hair. Fang shakes his head.

"Nothing. I'm really sorry." He mutters.

"Um. Okay. Are...are you sure that was nothing?" She asks him.

He looks to her and nods. The girl exhales out and puts a hand over her chest, chuckling.

"Okay. Because, I...um, have a boyfriend soo..."
Fang eyes widen in realization.

Does she actually think I'm interested din her? He chuckles nervously.
"Believe me, that was nothing. Sorry" He says and walks off.

She smiles to him, shrugging and walks off into an opposite direction, meeting shoulder to shoulder as she passes by another girl.
"Hey"

She waves to Max, giving her a sly smile as she just stands there in a bit of shock. She tries not to show it much but she can't help but just freeze in the middle of the hall; her body just can't move right now. Max turns around, glancing at the girl who kissed Fang. Thankfully, Fang hasn't seen Max.

Max tuns around, running into the opposite direction of Fang and slams the girl's bathroom door opened. No one seems to be in there but her. She sets her books down on the tiled floor and rushes tot he sink, vigorously splashing water at her face.
Just calm down
She recalls seeing Fang slam the girl against the lockers and kissing her, without any hesitation at all.
I really though you were the sweet type
Is this the type of guy you really are?
"Stop feeling this way, you have a boyfriend!" She shouts to herself in the mirror. Max turns off the faucet and turns her body around, her hands now leaning against the sink. She takes deep breathes for a small moment and clears her throat.
"I'm fine"

She says to herself, picking up her books and heads out the door.
"Max!"

She hears a sudden, familiar voice call her name and sighs out.
What do you want?
She plasters a smile on her face and turns around, grinning.

"Hey! What's up?"

They both walk up to each other.
"Do you have a minute? There's something I wanna talk about"
"Oh, uh...em, actually I have to get to class, I've been gone for a while ..the teacher might get pissed"

She says, avoiding eye contact.
"That's fine"

He grabs her hand and pulls her into him.
"Dan, wai-"

She is cut off by a pair of lips on top of hers. Suddenly, she feels something slimy run across her bottom lip and she puts both hands on his chest, pushing him away. He looks at her with question.
"Like I said, I have to get to class"

She says and walks off. She stops for a second and turns around seeing him still there, frozen from her sudden reaction.

"Talk later, maybe?" She asks.
He nods, "See ya"
Max nods back and walks off, taking a turn into the other side of the hall. She sets her books down and goes to the water fountain, rinsing her mouth.
She wipes her lips, "What was that?" She grimaces.
That was so gross

She frowns and puts her books to her chest, running back to class. As she walks down the hall, she can't help but remember the time when Fang kissed her. She blushes. He certainly didn't use his tongue on her but even so, she thinks of it as a bit off due to the fact she never pushes Fang away when he kissed her.
"Stupid Fang" She says to herself.
It's only been like maybe a week since he kissed me and now he's kissing another girl?. What a man-whore. I really hate him.

She frowns as she thinks of him.

2 Hours Later- Psychology Class

"So, I wrote several examples up on the board for you. Use them if need be. You have exactly forty five minutes to complete your quizzes. The time right now is 11:15 so be sure to be done by 12, the seniors are coming here next class and you'll have a really hard time finishing up your test if you stay behind, you know how noisy they can be. Alright, any questions?" The teacher, Mr. Stan, scans the whole room quickly looking for any raised hands. None.

"Sarah, Fang and Scott, are your heads in this room right now? You three seem to be dozing off, pay attention please" The students nod at him.
"Alright, since there are no questions...BEGIN!" he walks to his desk and starts grading several papers, taking sips of his coffee every now and then.

Fang looks down at his paper, scanning a few questions.

1)...?Explain.
2)...?Explain.
3)...?Explain.
4)...?Explain.
5)...?Explain.
6)...?Explain.

He dares not look at the rest of his test. Fang drops his head in defeat.
I should have studied

The same thing happened with his Algebra test. There's goes his A average...

35 minutes later

"C'mon class, hurry up. Those who are still testing, raise their hands please"

The teacher says, looking up at the class. Fang, much to his embarrassment, is one of them. The teacher is taken by surprise as he sees Fang's hand.

"Quickly. 10 minutes left"

He gets back to his work, grading papers. Fang rests his cheek against his palm and casually looks out to the windows direction. He spots a random couple as they head out of the school, he looks at them, grimacing. Somehow, they remind Fang of Max and him. Even though they were never a couple, it makes him think of her.
I still don't understand

Why does she hate me now?

He rubs his eyes and looks away his test. He clears his throat but it turns out to sound more like a suppressed laugh. A few students turn his way and he feels their eye on him, he returns their stares and shoots them such a look with narrow, deathly eyes making them immediately look away.

...

The timer the teacher set finally goes off after the forty five minutes had passed.

"And pencils down" He states.

"Please turn in your exam to the front row. I've written down your homework assignment on the board, make sure to copy it down. Don't forget the official exam for this section is next Tuesday when I see you guys again so be prepared! You will have a full hour to complete it!"

The teacher raises his voice a bit as a huge group of seniors start entering the classroom. Fang copies the assignment down into his notebook, glancing at the board. He gathers his books and stuffs them into his messenger bag.
"Fang-" A sudden hand stops him.

He looks behind to see his teacher.

"I was surprised it took you that long to complete your test. Did you study, is everything alright?" He asks, out of concern looking at Fang behind his glasses.
Fang nods, "Yeah. I just had a bad headache, that's all. But I did study."

He replies, looking a bit in a hurry to get to his next class.
"Sure you studied enough to get an A? I know you're a top student and I just want you to keep your grade A average up."

Fang bites his bottom lip and that's enough for the teacher to get the memo.

"Ah. I see. Well, we all have our days. There is plenty of time to get more A's."

He smiles at Fang to which he nods.

"Well, hurry up and get to your next class"

Fang nods, walking through a crowd of seniors when suddenly he is shoulder bumped by someone, but he ignores it knowing there literally no room to walk.

"Sorry" The person mutters to him. Fang literally stops dead in his tracks.

That voice. A girl's voice.

Max.

He turns around and sees Max walking up to the teacher. She has a single paper in her hand along with a pen.
He can't hear her through all the ruckus but he witnesses the two exchanging words. Max says a few words and the teacher nods. He smiles, pointing to the back of the classroom, -the labroom- and the two exchange a few more words. She nods and walks off. Wherever she goes, Fang's eyes follow. He gets what's going on. She's probably making up a test since she's definitely not in this class, she's not a senior. He doesn't leave the room yet, but keeps looking at her. Class hasn't started yet so he blends in with the seniors if he just stands there.
"Sophomore meat in the classroooom" A boy chimes out.
"He's a junior, moron" A girl mutters throwing a paper airplane at the other student.

A girl gasps, "Ohemgee! He's so hot, can I have him?" The girl chuckles.
"He can hear you" Another laughs.
"Why's he standing all alone?" A blonde haired girl asks.

The two guys shrug.

"I think he's checking that other girl out. She's hot" He says, looking behind him.

"Who cares about her? Him! What's his name?" She points to him.
"Fang" The guy says, "He's like...freaky though"
"Oh, shut up"

"Hey, my friend told me she slept with a Fang at some party"
The girl gasps, "Lucky!"

She pouts "I wanna jump on his dick, he's just soo cute"
"Lets eat his di-"
"Oh God, please don't finish that sentence" Fang mutters casually, over to the group of six students; four girls and two guys while leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. He's still of course starring at Max though, he never gets his eyes off her.

"Wow and they say guys are horny" The redheaded guy laughs.
"What your name, cutie?" A girl with gigantic boobs sticking out of her shirt bats her eyelashes at him.
"Can we have sex?" A brunette girl purs at Fang.

"Ew, you slut" Another girls says in disgust.

"Evanie, your disgusting" The redhead mutters.

"You're just jealous, you can't even pull off black, you gayster"

"You guys are so stupid, he can hear every word you're saying"

"Shut up, you lesbo!"

"Ugh. Whatever, Eric. I hate you. I hope you die." A girl with bleached platinum hair says casually, doodling in her notebook.
"I think you're scaring him" Another guy laughs.
Fang ignores the wild seniors and sighs out, starting to feel he's been starring at her too long. He notices that Max has had a troubled look on her face since she came into this classroom. She fans herself and fixes her hair. She continuously taps her pen against her fingernail and constantly flips the page over to the back to read the next questions. She frowns and her face falls into her palms every now and then. She's totally clueless to this material. Fang's brows furrow. He can't help but feel sorry for her. He wishes he can go just help her with her whole exam. Or even just do the whole thing for her and obviously, let her take all the credit.

For her, he'd do anything.

He's sure of it.

"Oh, God" He reads her lips and knows she muttered that to herself. She's now tapping her pen against the black sleek wooden lab fingers dig into her hair as she rests one side of her face on her palm. Suddenly, she hears her phone vibrate from within her pocket so she reaches for it, reading the text.

NEW TEXT MESSAGE

From: Dan

She clicks on it.

-
From: Dan

Whr r u right now? Wht r u doing?
-

Max sighs and switches her phone off, putting it back in her pocket.

"Stop bothering me" She mutters very quietly to herself.

It's been four days. So why? Fang thinks to himself, his eyes dropping to a random bag thrown on the floor.

He looks away and decides to leave as class is about to commence, totally ignoring the other students who were talking to him.

Fang walks down the hall to his next class, Algebra II. He decides to take a quick sip from the water fountain before heading off. He passes by a few students, one of them Lissa.
Please don't talk to me He mentally thinks.

Much to his surprise, Lissa doesn't say a word to him but as thy pass shoulders, she waves and sends him a quick smile before opening the door to the girl's bathroom.

Fang heads to his locker, taking out his Algebra book and organizing a couple of papers that went flying from out of a random red folder he had stuffed in there a few weeks ago.

2 Hours later - 2:00 PM

"Hey Max!" A sudden girly voice startles her as puts her novel down. She looks over to Nudge who seems a bubbly and cheery, as usual.
"Hi" Max replies, not putting the book away into her bag.
"After school, Britanny, Angel and me were gonna go to the mall so we wanted to know if you wanted to come with? I just thought it'b be fun" She smiles

"On a Tuesday? It's a school night" Max says casually.

Nudge shrugs, "Britanny's going away with her family for an early summer vaca in Italy! How exciting is that?!" Nudge grins. Max smiles, not knowing what to say of this, she certainly doesn't know who this 'Britanny' girl is and not to be rude, but doesn't care one bit of her.

Nudge grins, "They've been planning for weeks cause her mom's side of the family was also going there at the same time so they kinda made it like a meetup! Anyways, today's Britanny's last day here for this semester so we were gonna go shopping together to get her some cute summery clothes"

Nudge says most gleefully. Max smiles, knowing it's the best she can do.

"Um, that's really nice...Nudge." Max's sudden abruptness takes Nudge by surprise.

"Um, but I'm busy, I mean I'm not allowed to go out on school days so-"

"Oh, that's totally fine, I can run it to your parents! Just let me talk to mommy!" Nudge laughs.

"I'm better with moms than dads. You know how fathers can be, so annoying" She laughs.

Max's eyes widen a bit and she can't help but look away. Suddenly, she feels her vision start to blur and knows that her eyes are watering.

She's about to cry.

About to breakdown.

Nudge looks at Max with total confusion.

"Max, you o-"
"Sorry, I- I can't"

Max grabs all her belongings as quickly as she can and heads out the glass doors, exiting the school. She hears Nudge's voice call her from a distance but disregards it. Max runs to behind the school. She checks her phone, glancing quickly at the time.

2:08 PM

School isn't over yet so there's no way she can go home without her father questioning her. So, she runs to a familiar place. A place under a bunch of old huge trees where there's a nice amount of loneliness, away from anyone's view.

This is where her and Fang first bonded. Well, 'bonded' is a strong word actually. Where they 'got along' is a more appropriate term to use.

She stares at the space and runs to it, throwing her books that were in her hand and her bag down. She falls to her knees and rests her forehead against the trees. She winces, thinking she slammed her head a little too hard against the rigid surface of the tree and just hopes, a visible scratch won't form. Max turns around, now leaning with her back against the tree. She brings her legs up to her stomach and her arms hug her knees as she rests her chin on them. She frowns as tears start falling endlessly down her face. Her chin creases up. She lets out little gasps, fixing her hair every now and then due to the harsh wind.

"Oh, that's totally fine, I can run it to your parents! Just let me talk to mommy!"
"I'm better with moms than dads. You know how fathers can be, so annoying"

The way those sentences just hit Max. So hard. So deep. Such penetration. The way they made her feel. The way they're making her feel right now. How right after Nudge finished speaking those sentences, tears started to immediately build in her eyes. Before Max herself even realized the sad meaning behind those words, her brain had already subconsciously perceived it, sending tears.

Something like that...
How can something like that hurt her so badly?
How can those sentences move her in such a way?

How can she be so ignorant? Max thinks, still crying.
God, how could she have said that, doesn't she know my mom's dead?
"Why am I so stupid?" Max quietly says to herself, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie.

She eventually calms down from her episode and looks to her side. Her fair skinned hand settles itself down on it. She closes her eyes as the blades of grass skim through her fingers.
This is where Fang sat

Indeed, this is where they first got along. Where they really got to know each other. Where she thought of him as annoying. As an intruder in her secret life.

But nonetheless, he still talked to her, despite knowing what she thought of him.

This is where he called her smile pretty.

And at the time, she thought to herself, I know you're just trying to be nice She didn't actually believe him when he complimented her. Little does she know though, he actually meant it. And little does she know, he wants to see plenty more of those beautiful smiles. He wants to be the cause of her smiles.
And the cure to her sadness.

Fang wants to be there for Max, period.

She unconsciously smiles at these thoughts of her and Fang. She keeps looking down at the grass when suddenly her thoughts take her to a memory most relinquished. Something she wanted to let go of.

She thinks of the time when she screamed out the boy's name. Fang. When she was in her joyous event.

Max blinks several times and closes her eyes, her brows furrowing as she tries to shake off this thought. She still blushes at the thought though. She starts to inadvertently bite her nail which is starting to become really bad.

Having enjoyed her time to herself outside and breathe fresh air, she finally decides to go back into the school. She gets up an grabs her bag, placing all her books that she didn't have time to put in there since she was in such a hurry to run away from Nudge. Max jogs over to the glass doors and opens one, now heading to her locker. A few students are about as well, wandering the halls doing heaven knows what.

Max decides to sit near her locker and just skip the rest of the class that she has since the day is almost over.

Full of boredom, -though when is she never- she decides to recheck that text message she received from her boyfriend earlier. She clicks on it, eyeing the message but not replying anything back.

-
From: Dan

Whr r u right now? Wht r u doing?
-

She stays still for a moment, in deep thought of what to write back.

-
To: Dan From: Max

Hey, I'm bu-

She sighs out, shaking her head in dissapproval

I can't write that. Stupid.

"Whatever. I'll just not reply" She mutters to herself, putting her phone back into her bag. She stays there on the floor, waiting for classes to come to an end.

"Hey"

Her heart skips a beat when a certain someone who likes to overuse that word comes to mind.

Oh. It's you.

Max tries her best to manage a smile, again. Dan always catches her in a bad mood.

"Are you skipping for today?" He asks to which she nods.

"I'm just not in the mood" She mutters.

"Cool. Me neither. Do you maybe...I dunno, wanna ditch and go home?"

"My dad will literally kill me if he finds out I ditched" Max says coldly. Dan ignores the attitude she's giving him and continues on with the conversation.

"I figured, which is why I meant my place. Wanna go?"

Now this, this does truly catch Max's attention. True, he's her boyfriend. To her though, that's just a title, it's not like they actually have a relationship together. A bond.

"I figured, which is why I meant my place. Wanna go?"

His words keep ringing in her ears. As if she wasn't already pissed off enough.

She looks away from him while she thinks this. Her eyes narrow in suspicion. More than pathetic, she almost thinks it's hilarious how she can see right through him.

I don't wanna sleep with you

Max bites her lip, "Um"

She knows her answer, so why is she hesitating to answer him?

What's stopping her?

...

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, the majority I've written many months ago and some is new. I hope I haven't lost my touch when it comes to creative writing :( I know there's a lot of grammar mistakes in this chapter but oh well -.- Let me know what you think about this chapter please, I've worked really hard on it! Do you think you can get me up to 200 reviews for this chapter? I'm at 181, yay! :D Ideas are always welcome too :D As for 'Neverending Things' readers, I'm slowly adding more into the next chapter, I didn't give up on it :)