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Chapter 10

Max's POV

What really annoyed me was that Fang was right. I did think about him. But not in the way he would've liked. I had dreams that I was chasing after him with a pitchfork. Haha. Now that was fun. Suddenly, right when I was about to stab him, the scene changed. Damn it. I was really getting to the good part!

Now, I was in a small clearing filled with flowers. There were trees around me, slightly allowing the warm sun to filter through. Butterflies were fluttering around me and birds were chirping happily. I felt peaceful, and sighed.

I was wearing—get this—a white dress. Yeah, I know, unbelievable, right? So, anyways, I was wearing this long white dress that flowed down to the ground. It hung against my thin frame, pronouncing my curves. My hair was straight with a few curls here and there. I was laying down on the grass, staring up at the sky. Suddenly, a dark figure slid beside me.

I turned to look at the amazing guy who was staring lovingly at me. His olive-toned skin shone in the light, his obsidian black eyes glittered, and he was wearing a black tux. A bouquet of roses was in his hand, and he silently handed it over to me. I took it, gasping in surprise. I ran my fingers above the roses, enjoying the soft, velvety feeling of the petals. I barely felt myself thanking him; next thing I knew, he flipped over above me, hands on either side of me. He was pushed up, hovering above me, his weight pressed on his arms. He just stared at me, and I stared back. My eyes scanned his face, and he slowly bent closer. His lips barely touched mine when I woke up.

I immediately sat up, taking deep breaths. Okay… it was just a dream…no nightmare. I'm okay now. It isn't real… why did I feel this horrible feeling that I wished that he kissed me? I was going crazy. I glanced at the clock. 6:30 a.m. I sighed again, running my hand through my tangled hair, before standing up. My legs were wobbly, and I stumbled before standing up straight. I decided to take a long shower. It always helped clear my mind. I turned on the water and sighed, enjoying the feeling of the warm water caressing my skin.

It felt like heaven. I closed my eyes, forgetting all about my dream *ahem* nightmare. I walked out, shoved on a white t-shirt, jeans, and black converse. I brushed my hair, starting softly at first, but then roughly pulling to get the tangles out. My hair turned out soft and straight and I let it loose. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and ran out the door and hopped downstairs.

Ella was sitting at the table, texting on her phone, while eating her pancakes. I rolled my eyes before tapping her on her shoulder. She jumped, and looked up at me.

"Who you texting?" I asked.

She blushed…hmm…

"Uh…just someone," she muttered underneath her breath.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Right," I replied, but didn't nag.

I glanced over at Nudge who was looking awesome, as usual. She had her normally thick brown, frizzy hair in tiny curls that fell against her shoulders. She wore a pink shirt, a jean skirt, and a jean jacket that she designed herself. Her eyes were glued to the fashion magazine in front of her.

Angel was sitting at the table, her beautiful golden hair wet from her shower. It hung limply against her shoulders, her pale skin looked flushed, and her bright blue eyes shone as she saw me walk in. She wore a pale blue shirt with designer jeans (provided by Nudge and Ella) and shoes. She didn't need those jeans; she's like five years old. I walked up to her and hugged her. She smelled like strawberries and honey (might sound like a weird combination, but it smelled like heaven.)

"Hey, Angel," I whispered in her ear.

"Hiya, Max!" she replied cheerfully.

Nudge looked up at me, her eyes trailing from my hair to my shirt, to jeans, and to my shoes. She rolled her eyes, acknowledged me with a tiny nod, and returned to her magazine. My mom was at the stove, making chocolate chip pancakes (my absolute favorite!) She flipped six onto a plate, and placed it in front of me.

"I know how much you like these," she told me with a wink.

My jaw almost dropped and my mouth watered. She had never made these in like…forever! I grinned and dumped maple syrup all over it before attacking them. I didn't notice that everybody stopped whatever they were doing to glare at me, disgusted.

"What?" I asked, my mouth full.

Nudge and Ella let out a disgusted groan, Angel giggled, and my mom rolled her eyes.

"Nothing," they sighed.

I grinned and resumed eating.

I walked outside with Ella and Nudge after breakfast. Mom would drop Angel off later. We were walking past Fang's house when their door swung open, revealing none other than Fang and Iggy. Crap. I tried to hide behind Ella, but Fang's voice echoed through the once peaceful morning.

"Hey, Maxie!" he yelled.

I froze. He did not! Only Sam could call me that. Well, not even him, but he could call me that and get away with it. But not Fang.

"What did you call me?" I asked him angrily.

He just smirked at me.

"Maxie. You got a problem with that?" he asked me with a grin.

My hands curled up into a tight fist, nails biting into my skin. My teeth grit and I took deep, shallow breaths. I finally opened my eyes. I decided to just ignore him. Maybe he would leave me alone. If he didn't, well…let's just say that he might not be able to get any girls after I'm done with him. Unless they think him getting beat up by a girl is hot.

Iggy walked over, and I saw Ella blushing. Ohh… why didn't I see it before? Ella liked Iggy. And maybe, just maybe, Iggy liked her too! Duh! Now it was time to get them together. I smirked at Iggy, imagining myself rubbing my hands together and cackling evilly. Hmm… doesn't suit me, but oh well. They would actually make a cute couple...

Fang came beside me, slinging an arm over my shoulder. I sighed and pushed it off, walking over to Nudge. Nudge, Ella, and Iggy were grinning; they were pretty entertained. Ella was muttering about something to Iggy and he stared directly at me. Everytime I moved, Iggy looked right at me. Uhh…freaky much? Finally, the tenth time I moved, Fang got annoyed.

"Aww, come on, Max. Work with me here!" he exclaimed.

I glared at him.

"No!" I exclaimed stubbornly.

"You know I really like you," he whispered, holding my hand.

Iggy made gagging noises and Nudge and Ella were giggling.

"And you know I don't like you," I hissed.

I didn't like how I liked that Fang's hand was warm and fit perfectly into mine. I immediately yanked it away and shoved Fang toward the road. He stumbled, but didn't fall. I ran forward, forcing myself between Nudge and Ella and linking arms with them. They were laughing now, along with Iggy.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed. "Damn, he's so fricken annoying. Doesn't he get that I don't like him and ever will? I hate guys like him."

"It's probably just because you're the only girl that has ever rejected him," Iggy told me. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, Max!" yelled Fang.

We all whipped our heads back to stare at him. He was facing sideways toward us, walking backwards slowly towards the road. I frowned. What was he doing?

"You don't like me, right?" he asked.

"Duh," I muttered underneath my breath. He heard.

"Well, then. You wouldn't mind if I did this, would you?" he asked me.

My eyes widened when he walked across the road backwards and just stood there. A car was racing towards him, and started honking. It tried to swerve, but lost control. I couldn't control myself; I burst forward and leaped against Fang, pushing him and myself far back. We landed against the grass ledge that divided the two roads.

I was panting, my eyes closed, as I clutched Fang's shirt tightly. My head was buried in his chest and I took deep breaths before looking up. Fang was smirking at me. His strong muscled torso was kind of hard, and wasn't exactly comfortable. His arm was tightly holding me around the waist, and his other hand was tangled in my hair. My cheeks heated up when I realized our position. I leaped up, yanking his hand from my waist.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" I exclaimed. He just smirked at me.

"You could've fricken killed yourself, you idiot!" I continued.

"You like me," he told me with a smile. I stopped, glaring at him.

"What?"

"You like me," he repeated. I raised my eyebrows and let out a laugh.

"And why the hell would you think that?" I asked him.

"Because you helped me," he replied matter-of-factly. I shook my head, appalled.

"I fricken saved you," I exclaimed.

"Because you like me."

"No! I helped you, because I didn't want anybody to get hurt right in front of my eyes. No matter how much I hate you, I wouldn't want you to die," I told him.

"Then you don't hate me," he replied with a shrug.

I let out a scream of frustration before stomping away. I grabbed Nudge and Ella's hands and pulled them away.

"Hey! We were talking!" they exclaimed.

"Whatever," I muttered. They could see that I was ticked off and said no more. Wise choice.

"Dude, she was right on top of me! And she didn't even move," I heard Fang whisper. I growled underneath my breath.

"I guess, but she was just saving you. Anybody would have done that, Fang," Iggy replied.

"I don't know what she wants. I mean, I know that I like her. But why doesn't she like me?" he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes. Wasn't the answer so obvious? He was a jerk! There was nothing to like about him! Finally, we reached the school and I practically skipped to homeroom. I walked in, followed by some other people. I sat down at a random seat, looking down at my nails that Nudge had painted. Stupid kid. I started scratching some of it off when I heard someone's throat clear. I looked up, startled. The Redheaded Bitch was standing there, glaring at me with an eyebrow arched. She was surrounded by a posse of three, wanna be sluts.

One was a blonde, another was a brunette, and the third was an orange head…eh she would be rounded to a redhead I guess.

"What?" I asked, bored. I looked back down at my nails.

"You're in my spot," she spat at me. I looked at the table, in the desk, and on the chair.

"Really? I don't see "Bitch" written anywhere on here," I replied, looking back down at my hands.

Her eyes widened and the girls around her rolled their eyes in unison. I noticed they were even wearing the same clothes. Losers.

"You'd better watch it, Max. My popularity status here is like really high. One wrong move, and you're rep will go down faster than you can say your name," she hissed at me.

"Why would I even give a shit about that?" I asked her.

She slapped her hand hard against my desk, making the students who were sitting down around me jump. Ah, I see they were scared of her. Well, I wasn't.

"Oh, you would. You're life here will be a living hell," she told me.

"It wasn't that bad until you walked into this room. Now, get out of my way if you don't want to get a nose job," I replied. She backed away.

"Just watch it, Max," she hissed.

I rolled my eyes. Wow. She was pretty threatening. (Note the sarcasm there). I flicked her off and she gasped before spinning around and walking to another empty spot. I rolled my eyes and looked down, doodling on my notebook.

"I see you've ticked Lissa off," a gruff voice muttered.

I groaned and looked up as he slid in the seat next to me.

"When will you leave me alone?" I asked him. The rest of homeroom passed by with him continuously trying to talk to me. I noticed people were glancing at us, and I told myself that I would sit somewhere else next time. Finally, it was time for algebra 2 and I switched spots with some girl named Lacy who was thrilled by the idea of sitting behind Fang.

Fang glared at me and I winked with a smirk as I saw Lacy hanging over him like drapes. That was funny. During lunch, I sat as far away from Fang as possible, and when he tried to come closer, Liz and I moved over to her previous table. The burly guys didn't even acknowledge us as they started arguing about some stupid things muscular guys argue about. Like tattoos that move when you flex them. Uh...weird...

Fang was so annoying. I knew that I was going to burst any moment, but I tried to contain them. When I'm angry and I get "let loose" someone gets hurt. Really badly. Finally it was time for gym. I ran to the girls' locker room and threw on the ugly grey shirt and then pulled on the shorts. They stopped like three inches above my knees. Ugh. I threw my hair up into a high ponytail, sweeping my bangs back into a clip.

"I love your hair. When did you get it done last?" asked a voice. I turned around and frowned at the petite girl who was grinning up at me. She had long, silky brown hair with shining green eyes. Her skin was tanned, and she looked pretty athletic.

"Umm…I'm really not sure. About a year ago?" I told her, looking back at Liz.

"Oh. Well, I like it," she told me.

"Uhuh…thanks," I replied. I frowned. What did she want?

"Um…I heard you hate Fang, right?" she told me.

"Where are you going with this?" I asked.

She bit her lip and twirled her brown hair around her finger, her head cocked to the side.

"Well, I used to be one of his girlfriends," she told me softly.

"Is there any girl in this school he hasn't dated?" I exclaimed. She looked amused.

"Well…there are the…less appealing girls that he hasn't dated. But, yeah, I guess," she told me.

"Okay, so what's your point?" I asked her.

"I want to get back at him for cheating on me and all those other girls," she replied. I smirked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I can do that," I told her with a smirk, "You know, you're alright." She rolled her eyes.

"Thanks. I'm Kaila by the way," she added. I nodded.

"Uh…meet me after school in the library. Ella, Nudge, Liz, you, and I will talk about how to get back at him. You know, this might be fun."

"Totally. I mean, we could have like prank wars or something," she told me with a grin. I looked thoughtful.

"Not bad," I replied with a grin.

I walked out with Ella, Liz, and Kaila. We sat down in our assigned spots and began with our stretches. I noticed that Fang was all the way in the front, because his last name started with "G" and mine started with "M". Thank you, God! After stretching, we got up and went outside to the field. There was a huge track field where we had to run four times around. I ran with my friends and we just talked and laughed for most of the time.

"Hey," I heard. I rolled my eyes. Fang.

"What?" I exclaimed. "Can you just leave me alone?"

"We're playing dodgeball today," he told me with a wink, ignoring my previous request.

"Okay…"

"I bet I can beat you," he stated. My eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. If I win, then you have to stop stalking me and trying to ask me out," I told him. He thought about it for a minute.

"Deal. And if I win, I'll pick you up at…say…seven tomorrow?" he replied. My jaw dropped. He laughed.

"Unless you're scared you're gonna lose," he teased. I never back down from a dare.

"You're on," I hissed. He grinned at me and shot away.

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