So I guess you guys hate me for the lack of updates.

And I understand if you have moved on from this story...I wouldn't blame you.

But I thought I may as well since one reader insisted I do not kill this story.

Kill a story...I doubt that's possible.

Unless you burn it...

But that would be a waste of a tree.

A poor, poor tree.

You psychopathic murderer.

Chapter *insert correct number here*

I sat and stared at the clock.

That small, white clock was mocking me.

The hands ticking so slowly it seemed as if they weren't moving at all.

It's that darn clocks fault I am still stuck in class.

I am swearing vendetta upon it.

Usually I wouldn't be sitting here wasting my time watching an inanimate object for an hour of my day while the rest of the class discovers other ways to entertain their boredom.

No, I would usually be too preoccupied by making sure fang didn't do anything stupid. And now with him gone I am forced to let my brain wander. And apparently, it has taken a fancy to torturing me by making me look at the stupid clock and wait for it to land on the eleven.

I sighed and shifted in my chair. This is so tedious! I would rather carve my eyes out with a fifty cent coin then spend another moment in this stupid classroom.

You know what? I think I may have one in the bottom of my bag...

I grabbed my bag off the floor and dunked it lightly on my desk. Making sure the teacher was busy teaching...well, no one, I plunged my hands deep into my bag. I should really clean out this thing soon.

...I don't even want to know what I just touched.

My hands clasped around a small, tattered book. I pulled it out in curiosity.

It was the journal I neglected for the past two years.

Well, since fang left I didn't really bother to write in it anymore. It's not as if I wrote in it when he was here anyway, so it's not really a big deal.

I flipped through the journal to the last entry; the pages were torn around the edges having obviously not been taken very good care of. Oops.

Dear diary,

I seriously hate this diary. It's a stupid excuse to get into my head. Well, jokes on you (you being whoever is reading it that is) because the ghost that sent me to writing in this thing is gone.

Gone forever.

You know what? Fine! I really don't care if he left me. It's good! Now I don't have to waste my time with this thing.

So good riddance to him, good riddance to you (referring to diary) and good riddance to everyone who thinks I'm crazy.

From now on, the old crazy Max who believed in ghosts is gone and has been replaced with the new and improved Max.

I closed the book and sighed. I sound like a moron who is in complete denial.

Anyone could see that, heck, even I can see it, and I'm the one who is supposed to be in denial.

D-E-N-I-A-L.

Such a stupid word.

I want to kill it so badly. Nearly as much as I want to kill whoever gave me this "gift" for seeing ghosts.

But even then it wouldn't do anything. I would still be able to see them since I can see the dead.

I just can't win.

"Max, you can go now."

"What?" I asked looking up while scanning the now empty classroom.

"The bell went 10 minutes ago. You have been sitting there staring at the clock for quite some time now." The teacher gave me an odd look before quickly exiting the classroom. I suppose to try get away from the weird girl. Wouldn't be the first time that's happened.

I gathered all my stuff and chucked it in my bag in a flourish. My next teacher is going to be so mad if I'm late. Well, later...

In any case, I need to get out of here quickly.

"Can I please explain myself?"

I jumped up out of my seat in fright, my heart racing rapidly from shock of hearing that stupid, manly voice I thought I got rid of a while ago.

"No, go away." I slung my bag over my shoulder and brushed past Fang hurriedly towards the door I longed to walk through.

He sighed at my bitter tone. "Look, I know you're still mad, but in all fairness I just did what you asked me to." I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him.

"As if I meant it!" I yelled at him in fury. Gah, boys are so dim-witted. I swear they have a potato instead of a brain. Damn, now I have a craving for potatoes.

"As if you didn't!" he yelled back at me. You think they would learn by now that you never, under any circumstances, anger a teenage girl.

"Girls never mean what they say! They only say that kind of thing so you would fight for them you idiot..." I slapped my hands over my mouth, containing any more words from spilling out of my mouth that I could later regret.

He pulled back in surprise as a smug look took over his features. "Sorry, what did you say?"

My mouth gaped open and closed, not sure what words to form. I really do wish I was somewhere, anywhere but here.

"I said...you were an idiot."

"No, no before that."

I looked down at the floor in embarrassment. There is absolutely no way to recover from that slip up.

"You know," I laughed quietly, looking anywhere but Fangs constant stare, "It was so long ago, that I really don't remember what I said."

"Well, maybe I could help your remember." He took a step closer to me, making the atmosphere slightly uncomfortable. "You said you wanted me to fight for you."

"I did not say that!" I gaped in shock. He raised his eyebrows. "Yes you did."

"No I didn't." I said stumbling a step back. He took another step towards me, obviously not getting the hint for him to stay where he was.

"Yes you did." He retorted.

"Not in those words." I took another step back, only to find the door blocking me from taking any more steps out of his distance. Fang took a giant step towards me, leaving us a meter apart.

"But you implied it."

"I implied nothing." I said getting frustrated.

"You implied everything." He said taking another small step towards me. I straightened up and pushed him away in fury, only to be wrist locked by his strong grip. "You're not even making sense anymore."

He laughed softly as he pulled me into his body. My heart started to race at the thought of how close we were. So close if I just reached a little higher I could... No, he is a ghost. As in dead. This is so wrong.

"None of this makes sense." He breathed into my face, stunning me momentarily.

I blinked trying to redeem myself. "What are you doing?"

He smiled down at me, making my heart flutter. "Fighting for you."

His hands snaked around my neck as he crushed his lips angrily against mine in a moment of pure lust. I responded quickly, my hands wound around his waist as I melted into the kiss.

Now would be the perfect time to pull away and forget anything ever happened.

But the one question that rattled in my mind haunted me.

Did I really want to?

The answer?

Hell no.

Heh, lame!

By whatevs, it was still fax!

So yeah..

Hooray for faxness!

Faxity fax fax fax!