I'm sorry that I can't post faster but right now, my personal life is a bit messy

Too much things to do in so little time

But fortunately, I have come back with a another chapter!

You guys will love this (or at least a part of it I think)

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-Chapter 10 : What did I do wrong this time?-

"Sir, I think she's waking up. Should I leave?" A voice rang through my head and I groaned slightly.

"Yes, I want to talk to her." A lower and gruff voice said and I forced myself to open my eyes. All I saw was white. I groaned once more as my head throbbed.

"Are you ok? Don't strain yourself. You had a pretty bad fall." The gruff voice said in concern. I didn't even know this guy!

"Who.. who are you?" I asked hesitantly and he gave me a small smile.

"Xavier Masters." He introduced and I raised my eyebrow. The last name sounded so familiar…

"Maybe because my son's last name is also Masters." He suggested and I face-palmed. Why do I keep doing this?

"You're Fang's dad?" I asked with wide eyes and he nodded. I looked at him better. Yup, he definitely looked like an older Fang. Same black hair, same black eyes.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"The hospital."

"WHAT?! Why are we at the hospital?" He sighed before explaining.

"There was this taco truck and apparently the breaks were broken. The truck kept honking but you didn't seem to notice it. You realized that the truck was going to hit you when it was very close. You could have died."

"But I didn't?" He smiled sadly.

"No, you didn't. Luckily for you, my son was watching the whole scene. He pushed you out of the way before you could have gotten hit."

"Wait, so Fang…" I trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Fang's dad nodded.

"Yes, he took most of the impact when he pushed you out of the way." Oh god… So…

"Is he… dead?" I choked out. I put my head onto my hands. Oh god, Fang died because of me… Fang… Died…

"No, he didn't die." Relief washed over me and I sighed gratefully.

"He didn't die? Oh thank god…" He smiled at me once more.

"But then, where is he? And why am I here? I didn't get most of the impact, right?" I asked in curiosity.

"You didn't get most of the impact but when you were pushed out of the way; your head took the fall. You had a concussion." He explained and I nodded my head, wincing at the throbbing.

"What about Fang? Where's Fang?" He pointed behind him and I shifted my position to see a dark haired boy hooked up to one of those machines.

"Oh." Was the only thing I could say.

"Concussion, internal bleeding, a few borken bones and bruises…" He trailed off and guilt took over my whole body.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so… so sorry. I didn't want this to happen… You must hate me right now…" I waited for the chasticement but instead, he patted my head.

"I don't hate you. I'm grateful."

"What?"

"Ok, I will admit, I hated you when I heard about the accident." I was about to say something but he raised his hand.

"But after hearing the news that Fang was going to be alright, I realized something."

"Which is?" He stared at me for a while before taking my hand.

"Take good care of him. He wouldn't just take a truck for just anybody." I was about to ask what he meant when we both hearda groan from the other side of the room.

"FANG!" I yelled with joy. I immediately got up, ingnoring the throbbing. I stopped dead when he started to whimper.

"What.. What's happening?" I asked, horrified. The doctors rushed inside to see what the problem was. Fang's dad and I just stood there, watching with worried eyes.

"Don't worry, he's just feeling some pain. We injected him with some Valium. It should take effect in a few minutes." One of them explained and we both sighed in relief.

"M-Max?" A quiet voice asked and I saw that it was Fang.

"I'll give you two some space." Fang's dad said while he pushed everyone out the door. It was just me and Fang now.

"Hey Fang. You ok?"

"After being hit by a huge taco truck? Yup, I'm pretty good." I suddenly felt anger towards him.

"You idiot! Why did you push me out of the way! You could have gotten killed!" I exclaimed, forcing myself not to smack him on the head.

"What was I supposed to do! Watch you die? What do you think it would do to me?" He snapped back and I shut up.

"I met your dad." I said and he stared at me before sighing. "He told me that you wouldn't just take a truck for anybody. What did he mean?" He looked at me and put on a lazy smile.

"I don't know why but I feel very peaceful." He said.

"Must be because of the Valium. So, what did your dad mean?" If Fang was this droopy, it didn't hurt to take advantage, right?

"Maia, Maya. Take your pick." Who and who?

"Who?" I asked, very confused. He gazed at me and sighed. "Max… Come closer…" I did. "Closer…" I did. "Closer…"

"Um, I don't think I can." My face was only inches away from his.

"Max… You're too perfect…" He whispered. I know that shouldn't faze me, I mean, I am a supermodel but when Fang said it, it felt different.

"You make it so hard for me not to love you…" Wait a second, did he just say love?

"Fang…?" I asked unstably.

"Max…" He said with a smoother tone and he came closer and closer, his eyes flicking towards my lips before back to my eyes. We both gazed at each other for a moment, daring either of us to make the first move. And you know who did make the first move?

I did.

Me, Maximum Ride, kissed my best friend, Fang Masters. It was only a second. Just one short kiss but the feeling was… You know that feeling when you touch your lips to a chocolate chip cookie? It was even better than that. I flew back immediately after my lips touched his. The only thing that processed my mind was 'I just kissed my best friend who hates my other life.' Yet I didn't regret it one bit.

"Fang… I'm so sor-" I started to say when I realized that he was asleep… with a genuine smile on his face. I smiled as well before returning to my own bed. I had too much on my mind and it was revolving only around one thing.

I just kissed my best friend.

I swore to myself that I wouldn't let another boy in. I swore to myself that I wouldn't be open for heartbreak.

But Fang? He was different.

You're too perfect

He didn't say hot or pretty or even beautiful. He had said perfect. He told me that I was perfect. I looked back to the two boys I had dated in the past. They lied to me, used me… Because they knew I was a supermodel.

Hate Maxine Martinez

His comment from last time popped into my mind. He didn't know who I was. He didn't like me because of my beauty or my money. He liked me because of my personality.

Now the real question.

Did I like him?

He was my best friend. One glance and we could think alike. One movement and we could understand each other's emotions. Not to mention the fact that he freaking pushed me out of the way so he could get hurt instead.

Yet, the obstacle was my other life. He hated Double M. I didn't care about the reason right now. If he found out, our connection and friendship would be scarred for who knows how long?

But did I like him?

I crunched my eyebrows and kept thinking until I realized the answer. I frowned as I began to process it again. Yup, still the same answer. I guess my answer to the question is-

"MAXINE!" Only one person called me that even when I wasn't Double M. I whipped my head to face myself with Red Tomato Anne Walker.

"You are going to pay." She growled. What did I do wrong this time?

Bad news : Yet another cliffhanger which would mean you guys would hate me

Good news : FAX came a bit early which would mean you guys would love me

Not really news news : You guys will have mixed feelings about me

Next song!

Breath by Breaking Benjamin

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Mikki is out! Peace!