Ciao peoples… I know it took ages to update but I didn't feel like writing. At all. And now my holidays are over… fun.

If this chapter is crappy, get over it. Yes I'm in a bitchy mood.

Recommended Book: Alex Rider (Alex Rider is seriously hot…)

Oh and Ashara, you need to bring Bleach to school… pretty please?

Chapter 11: How to kill your best friends…

Max POV

I will kill my friends. Seriously. I'm going to lock them up in a tiny enclosed room then starve them for a couple days in a high temperature. Then, I'm going to throw in a liquid nitrogen grenade into the room (did you know they basically make the body explode… so cool). Yes I know I'm violent. But they deserve it. Definitely. Iggy BLEW up my iPod. Then they locked me up with Nudge for an HOUR. Come on.

I know what you're saying. They're doing it because they care about you and want to drag you out of this zombie state. I really don't care. I had 4,982 songs on that iPod. It took me six months to build up that collection. Not only that but it was engraved, and it was a gift from my Mum. So yes I was pissed at them.

When I finally gain control of my body I'm going to have so much fun getting revenge on them (cue evil laugh).

Now that little rant is over I'm going to start another. Get this. Some lame kid at my school is hosting a party since his parents are out of town (cliché right, next the parents will come early… I'm seen the scenario on every single soap ever). Now if that wasn't bad enough, Nudge has decided, and the others agreed, that they would be attending this party… and making me come with. I don't know if this is part of their scheme to get me angry enough so I explode, but trust me… they came close to their goal.

So Nudge and Ella went on about how cool this was going to be while Angel and Gazzy whined about how they weren't allowed to go. Trust me, four girls and the Gasman stuffed into my room is not going to end well. And it didn't. I didn't even try to bother screaming at him. Instead I had the longest shower of my life. I was in their long after the water had run cold.

I got dressed in plain black clothes and was about to open the door when I heard a giggle from outside. Now this wasn't 'oh that is so funny' giggle, this was a devious and evil giggle… and it came from Gazzy's mouth. I automatically decided to not enter my room for the next six months without a gas mask.

I opened the door and walked out slowly keeping a lookout for anything suspicious. It didn't really work since I got a bucketful of slime on my head anyways. It seemed Gazzy had rigged a bucket up on the bathroom door. Cliché, yes, but effective nonetheless. Inside I was fuming as Nudge and Gazzy came out of their hiding places and grinned cheekily, but my face remained expressionless as I walked back into the bathroom to have a cold shower, since all the hot water had gone. Great.

I was surprised to find tears falling down my face as I walked back to the shower. I couldn't make a sound, or even move how I wanted. I was essentially a doll. For the first time I wondered if this was something unrelated to the past breakdowns. I had at least been kinda able to talk then and I could move freely. This was completely new. Even the twins were getting worried. They knew about the past break downs but nothing was like this. I had no proper free will. And it scared me.

Nudge was driving me insane. Really insane. She was doing my makeup. And Ella was doing my hair. Whilst Angel looked for clothes in my closet. Well I think. I couldn't really hear anything. Or see anything for that matter. I had my eyes closed tightly and I was listening to an iPod. Whose iPod you ask? Well, it was Fang's. I borrowed it. Well, when I say borrowed I really mean steal but still, he won't mind. Much. He had good music at least.

Someone suddenly brutally yanked the earphones out of my ears. I opened my eyes to see Nudge looming over me. Scary sight,

"How do you listen to this Max?" she practically yelled. "It's like, deafening."

I managed a slight shrug and Nudge frowned.

"Aren't you going to look in the mirror then? We practically spent the entire afternoon on you."

I turned my head and looked in the mirror and gasped. I looked amazing. Well… as amazing as I can look. My eyes were smoky and made my brown eyes pop, while my lips were perfectly lined in a light reddish colour. All the makeup was perfect, and my hair was down, set in smooth waves. I didn't look like me.

I smiled and Ella was positively bursting with excitement.

"MAAaaaxxxx…." She whined. "You have to look at the outfit we picked out for you."

I turned towards the bed, before backing away. Apparently this doesn't work on these three so ten minutes later I was standing in front of my mirror wondering who the girl impersonating me was.

The dress was black and strapless with red embroidery over the waistline. It was short but not as short as some of the people's dresses were sure to be. Nudge had somehow wrangled me into six inch black leather pumps that absolutely had to go with the dress apparently. I had a red clutch and a black choker thing. I looked gorgeous according to Angel.

Now when they got these clothes is beyond me. And I shuddered to think what the price was. Half an hour later the others had joined me, although Angel looked a little forlorn to be left out. Ella was wearing a blue and purple sequined tank dress with indigo heels and Nudge looked way older in her little black dress with a purplish pink ribbon tied around it and another pair of heels.

Now I thought this was a bit much for some party at a kid's house but apparently this was a bit more than that. He was having a full on cocktail party and it was black tie. Now everyone was basically thinking how elegant and refined the party would be. All I thought was that I wanted to be out before the hard liquor was snuck in.

We made our grand entrance downstairs (for some strange reason) where the guys were waiting. I was glad Fang was coming and not for the reasons you're thinking of. At all. Definitely not. And no I'm not getting defensive.

Iggy's eyes practically popped out at the sight of Ella. I smiled inwardly; it was obvious that they had a thing for each other.

We drove to the party in Fang's car. I couldn't wait till I got a car. Or even better a motorbike. I had gotten my licence ages ago but we had never had enough money for it. Well… my birthday is coming up…

We finally got to the kid's place which was a bloody mansion set in massive grounds. He was obviously rich. The party was already in full swing although teens were still pouring in. As we got out of the car I heard something large smash. And no, I was not laughing at how the guy's parents would react when they came back.

We walked in and music assaulted my ears. And not good music either. I was definitely going to kill my friends. Painfully. Preferably `involving explosives, if I ever got control back.

Most of the people there I didn't recognise although a couple of people seemed familiar. I was just planning my escape route when a flash of red pushed through the crowd.

Ah, what I wouldn't give to insult her. Maybe I'll be able to punch her again…

"Here comes the queen of the sluts now," I heard Iggy remark to Fang in a stage whisper. The others laughed, well Fang smirked, but I still remained emotionless. Seriously if I can never bitch at someone again I will kill myself… or someone else.

Lissa appeared in front of our group, which for some reason was in a sort of crescent formation with me facing her. Fun.

"Well well well," she sneered. "Look who showed up. Still mute are you Max?"

Instead of being insulted, I was practically splitting my sides. Her nose was bandaged in a pink thing and her voice came out all nasally. True to form, she had chosen the sluttiest outfit possible. She was dressed in a horrid pink dress which looked more like a t shirt. It short, really short and the neckline plunged embarrassingly, while the sides were cut out. She wobbled around in ten inch high heels and I could tell she'd already had a bit too much to drink.

For some strange reason I my throat opened and I could tell I would be able to talk. I fixed my face in a look of utter contempt, and countered her pathetic insult.

"Wow Lissa! I didn't think that dress could get any trashier. Congrats on proving me wrong." I raised my eyebrow as she processed the insult and her face got redder and redder. Apparently though she was unable to come up with a comeback so she just humphed in annoyance and strode away. Well, tried to, she kept on stumbling in the ridiculous heels.

I turned to the others and smirked. They were in shock, staring at me in surprise. Iggy's mouth was hanging open and even Fang had a look of shock on his face. Kinda.

'What?" I asked.

"You… Uh… Lissa… What?" Nudge finally ended.

"Wow, Nudge. I think that's the least I've ever heard you say." I remarked.

Fang shook his head and looked at me. My eyes met his, and for a second I saw a flash of a hidden emotion before it was gone.

"C'mon," he whispered. 'Let's get away from these guys."

I smiled up at him and let him lead me outside, where it was a bit quieter, leaving the others, their mouths still hanging open.

I was still revelling in the feeling of having my freedom back. It was something we usually took for granted but right now it was the greatest thing in my life. Well, apart from the feeling of Fang's hand on my back. Wait. Shut up Max!

My forehead furrowed in frustration as we made our way to a massive tree at the end of the backyard. Let me tell you, it took ages to get there. This kid's place was freaking huge!

I sat down in the hollow of the roots and closed my eyes. I hated how my dress rode up and frantically pulled it down. Not that it helped much. The dress was still freaking short. Fang settled down next to me, and I could feel his eyes on me in the minutes that followed.

Finally, I relented. "What?" I asked my voice sharp.

"I was just wondering what changed?" Fang asked his voice melodious to my ears. I stared into his eyes, getting lost in the inky depths… BAD MAX! I scolded myself. You're starting to sound like a bad romance novel. That snapped me out of my trance and I hurried to answer his question. Well, kinda. I sort just looked at him questioningly.

'Well," he explained. "For days you haven't' been able to speak. Hell, you haven't' even showed any emotion. So I just want to know, what changed?"

I thought about it for a couple of seconds before answering.

"I'm not sure. It wasn't like it was my choice to be like that. Really, do you think I would be wearing this if it was?" I gestured to my dress. "It was like when we finally walked in here this sort of fog thing lifted and I was finally free to do whatever I wanted." Ok, it was a lame explanation. But it was also true.

Fang thought about for a bit for looking at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, the first thing you did with your freedom was diss Lissa?'

I smiled. A real smile this time. "Hell yeah."

He smirked and lay down on the roots. I did the same. It was surprisingly comfortable. I looked up at the sky with a wistful sigh. I hadn't had the flying dream in ages and I missed it. It had always been my dream to fly, not like in a tin can but just me, with wings.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang asked me. I wondered how long he had been looking at me, and despite myself I blushed. "Nothing much. I was just thinking about this dream where I could fly. How awesome would that be?"

He nodded and looked up at the moon. I took the chance to study him. His face didn't look like an emotionless mask. Instead he looked peaceful and his eyes for once were open and unguarded. His hair was messy and I appreciated the fact that he was wearing a tux. It made him look really hot, although I still preferred him in ratty jeans and t shirts. I shook my head again. Stop it!

My hair kept falling into my eyes despite my best efforts and I huffed in annoyance. "I hate this hair. It always gets in the way. I wish it was shorter." I sighed in frustration. Suddenly Fang was leaning over me, my hair in his hands. My breath hitched as I looked into his smouldering eyes. "I love your hair," he whispered and before I knew it he was kissing me.

His lips perfectly moulded to mine and I kissed back automatically. My hands made their way up to his neck, pulling him closer. He responded by opening his lips slightly and I willingly obliged. After what seemed like ages we pulled away from each other panting, and I looked at him, my eyes widening in shock. I had just kissed Fang! This was big. Too big. I couldn't handle it at the moment. A small part of me wanted to stay with him (okay, a big part) but I squashed it down. I stood up abruptly and muttered something about having to leave before rushing away. I didn't look back but I could feel his eyes on me the entire way, and something told me they were filled with sadness.

DON'T KILL ME! It needed to happen. I think that was pretty crappy make out scene cut it was my first one so shut up. I know her running away is pretty cliché, but then again it's for a good reason. Max's life is never going to be easy and it's my job as a fan fiction writer to make it as hellish as possible.

Ooooh… and I really love bitchy Max. So much better than sad or emotionless Max. And I'm totally not cackling in laughter at what Max is going to do to the others in revenge… definitely not.

Anyways all shall be explained in the next couple of chapters. Probably. Oh and I have no clue when I'll update. Might be tomorrow might be in a month.

Till then,

~BookNerd7~