A/N: Thanks for the reviews amazing people! this is kind of a short chapter, sorry.

I tried my key again. I prayed, mumbling under my breath as the engine just stuttered quietly.

"C'mon, baby," I whispered while rubbing the dashboard. "You can do it, c'mon."

The car just stuttered in response. I looked out at the snow fluttering to the ground. Of all fucking days it had to be the coldest, snowiest day of the winter. I couldn't help it, I lost my temper. I tried the key one more time and when it didn't catch I dropped my hand and slammed my steering wheel hard. I finally flung open my door and headed for the front of my car. Maybe it's something obvious or maybe I'll suddenly have an abundance of knowledge on cars that not even twenty years of reading car magazines could bring. I popped the hood and glanced at what appeared to be a bottomless pit of black machinery.

Who am I kidding?

I leaned back against the front of my car with the hood popped behind me and dialed my dad.

"Hello?" My dad whispered.

"Dad, my car won't start," I told him. "I'm stuck at school."

"Ok, well I'm in a very important meeting right now," Dad said slowly. "I'll get there as soon as I can, but just get inside so you don't get too cold. Try your mother and see if she can get you or maybe Nudge could drive you home."

"You can't come now?" I asked.

"No, sweetie, I can't," he said. "Not when you have the option of waiting in a warm school instead of outside. So just hang tight, alright? I'll call you."

"K, bye," I mumbled.

"I love you," he said. I mumbled something and then hung up. After shoving my phone in my pocket I looked up and saw Fang staring at me. He smirked slowly and then glanced at my car before looking back at me.

"How's old Silver Bullet holding up in the winter?" Fang asked. I hate him so much sometimes.

"She's not exactly flying through the air," I mumbled. "She downgraded from an AK to a potato gun."

Fang laughed and shuffled closer to me.

"Is Dylan coming to get you?" Fang asked me. He was parked a couple spaces down.

"Dylan is in detention until four," I told him. "So it looks like I'm stuck here until then."

"Nudge?" Fang asked.

"Detention," I said. "They're really cracking down on tardiness."

"Clearly," Fang said. "Well, let's go."

He motioned for me to follow him.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm giving you a ride home," Fang said simply. "Unless you'd rather wait for Dylan or your dad."

I looked at my stupid car and quickly put the hood down. I locked it and then followed Fang to his car. We met eyes over the hood of his car and he had the nerve to smile at me.

After we had both slipped in and Fang started his car with little difficulty, I felt like it would be ok to talk.

"So Maya won't care about you driving me home?" I asked. Fang started out of his parking spot but then stopped. He seemed to think this over.

"Well, I'm sure she'll be upset about it," Fang said. "That is, if she finds out."

He continued out of his parking spot and then we were leaving the school parking lot. I leaned forward and put my heated seat on. My car does not have heated seats.

"Do you know why I bought this car?" Fang asked.

Fang and I had picked this car out for him when we were ten. Of course we hadn't bought it when we were ten, but we picked it out. It's a 1995 BMW c3, black. Nothing special really and I joke that his car is older than him. What really sold me is that it had heated seats, something I've always wanted. I don't have heated seats though, mostly because heated seats just weren't in my price range and I didn't want to look around until I found a car that I liked and that had heated seats. I wanted a car right when I got my license and I didn't bother looking once I found it.

"It's 'cause you picked it out," Fang said. "When we were ten."

I remember.

"When we were eating at that place next to the used car lot and we snuck off to go look at the cars."

"I remember," I told him.

"I don't think you do," Fang said.

Who does he think he is?

"If you remembered, you'd realize that there was a time when we weren't so mean to each other," Fang said.

"Things change, Fang," I mumbled.

"Yeah, but some things stay the same," Fang said. "We used to be friends, we still could be friends."

"No we couldn't," I said firmly.

"We could if we wanted to," Fang mumbled. He pulled onto my street.

"We couldn't even if God himself helped us," I said, bitterly. Fang rolled into my driveway and stopped.

"We need to forgive each other, Max," Fang said.

I reached back and grabbed my backpack.

"I don't need to forgive you, I need to forgive me."

With that I got out of the car and headed for my house. Fang has a way of making me feel exhausted.

A/N: Again, sorry that it was short. I don't really have any real plans tomorrow night, for the first time in weeks, and hopefully I'll be able to update again either tomorrow or Saturday so review! And know that it's a big chapter with Maya and Fang.