So this is where the pace of the story is going to jump, and I mean jump. I'm making the story mover faster in order to stay parallel to the song, so if you feel it's moving too fast, I'm sorry and I'll try to write in a different way if it gets really bad.
Tasha133: I'm not quite sure what you were asking…but yes, I am prefect and yes, my school does that. Like how Americans have class presidents, but more than one.
Hirughr: Yeah the lyrics at the start are from the song She's a Lady by Forever the Sickest Kids. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own. I'm so over clever witty disclaimer liners.
She's a Lady
Chapter Ten: Rage Invaded Her Like A Fever
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"Fang." Max voice appeared from behind Fang and he almost groaned in frustration. What now?
"Uh Fang," his friend, Tommy – who could be described as a few wires short of a circuit – tapped his shoulder. "I think your girlfriend wants you."
Max rested her hand on her hip. "I'm not his girlfriend."
Fang ignored he comment. "What do you want?"
"You need to drive me home now," she told, more demanded him. "It's almost one."
"Who says," he replied, finally turning around to face her.
"I do," she retorted. "Give me your keys if you want to stay here."
She held out her hand for his car keys, the other still on the curve of her hip.
"Dude," Tommy began, "you're girlfriend's hot and feisty. That's hot."
Max didn't bother to point out that he already used the word hot, so the second hot was redundant. He was probably too drunk or stoned to realise what he was saying. Or too stupid.
"Fine," Fang huffed, irritated. Max grinned feeling victorious. She liked when she got her way. "I'll fucking take you home."
"Wait," Max held a hand up, "how much have you have to drink?"
Fang rolled his eyes. "I'm sober."
"How much?" She asked again, not wanting to take her chances.
"Nothing. I swear." Max sure was persistent.
Tommy nodded from behind Fang shoulder. "He's clean."
Max raised an eyebrow. They seemed to be telling the truth so Max thought it was alright to believe them.
"Alright, let's go." Max left without looking back.
Fang followed her, listening to her muttering and catching the odd word every now and again.
"Dumbass...selfish jerk..."
Fang rolled his eyes and followed her to his car, and tried not to let his eyes wander to her ass.
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Max had her arms crossed and she was staring out the window indignantly.
"What's up your ass?" Fang asked.
Max couldn't help the immature humph that escaped her. "You're just so-so-"
"What?" Fang challenged and for once didn't finish Max's sentence with a cocky and arrogant line.
"So what Max?" Fang asked again, in a daring tone.
"So…FRUSTRATING!" Max screamed at him.
Fang had pulled over to the side of the empty road they were driving on. Max opened the door and got out, making sure to slam the door as hard as she could before stomping off, her heels clicking against the asphalt. Fang followed suit and got out too, also slamming the door – despite his earlier comment on the car being his baby – but he was too angry to think about that now.
"I'm frustrating Max?" He asked, feeling a fire in his stomach and the adrenaline pump through his veins. "If anyone here is frustrating, it's you!"
"Really now?" Max asked. "Tell me, how I've been frustrating Fang. Tell me."
"You wanna know? Fine. You're always moody. You're either cranky or nice but then turn cranky again. But then to everyone else you're normal! Even fucking Lissa, you can talk to her like she's done nothing wrong," he told her over his car roof. He didn't care that this raging waqs out-of-character, he had finally had enough of Max's shit.
Max pointed to him. "And you? You're an asshole; you treated Lissa like shit for months. That's why she cheated on you. Cause you were fucking with her heart. And you're selfish, you only think about yourself. And you care too much about what people think about you!"
"And you don't care enough! You walk around like a bitch. Pointing your nose in the air around those that aren't like you!" He fired back.
This was what their three years of their hate built up to. This was the moment for it to all come out, like a tidal wave rising to crush on the un-expecting people below.
"And you treat me like I'm no higher than a criminal!" Fang's voice was rising, matching Max's in volume and power. "Yes I know I ignored during that summer. And yes I should've apologized and explained. I'm sorry. I really am, because to be honest I'm fucking over all this crap. Isn't three years too long to be bitter and resentful towards me all because of some stupid mistake I made as a fourteen year old? You're bitter and sarcastic and you insult me to no end. And frankly Max, I AM OVER IT!"
Max screamed back, not holding back. She held these words in for so long. "You want to know why I'm bitter and resentful? Why I hate every fibre of your being? Because you hurt me. Because I fucking loved you. And you tossed me aside like yesterday's paper!"
Fang paused, his chest heaving with every heavy breath. "You loved me?"
Max threw her hands in the air. "Yes! Why the hell do you think I kissed you? I could've pushed you away, but I didn't. Even though we were thirteen, I loved you. I didn't know it then, but I do know." Her voice lowered until it was a whisper. "That's why it hurt so much."
She sighed softly, looking up from the ground and stared at him. Hard. She marched up to him and poked him in the chest. "You're why I stopped being a tomboy. Why I dress more feminine. Because I thought you didn't like me, because I wasn't girly enough. Because in your eyes, I was one of the boys. So I changed. I grew up. And then you come back an asshole. Only caring about what girls looked like. Then all of a sudden you noticed me. You wanted to talk to me. Because I'm wearing a skirt and I grew my hair longer. And you couldn't take your eyes of my chest." She hit his chest with a closed fist. "You only wanted me then."
Fang held her hand, keeping it against his chest before she could pull it back. "You're wrong."
Then his pressed his lips roughly against hers, and she felt his determination and his fire. A small thought at the back of her mind was telling her to pull away and punch him in the face, but a bigger and more dominant thought told her to kiss him back with just as much passion. And so she did.
His arms slid from her shoulders, down her arms and then around her waist, pulling her to him and holding her against his body. He was sure she would run, so that's why it surprised him when one arm slid round his neck and pulled his head closer to hers, just so she could reach him better and the other held his face, her small hand on his cheek. He even felt her move slightly upward, balancing on her toes so she could kiss his mouth properly. Even in her five inch heels, he was still taller than her 5'8".
The kiss was filled with their anger, their fire, his passion and her hatred for him. It was also filled with lust and their past (and possibly future) love.
Their mouths worked together in sync, somehow knowing what each other were thinking, almost as if they had done this a million times earlier. But this was only their second kiss, a lot less gentle than the first. After what seemed like an hour but in reality only a few minutes they pulled back, their lips still touching. Their chests stayed pressed against each other, as they struggled to calm their breaths and regain their normal heart rate.
"You're wrong," Fang repeated from earlier. "I wanted you. Even then. I just didn't realised how much until I came back. And I still want you. I just didn't know it until now."
The words made Max more lightheaded than she already felt, and she struggled to comprehend what they meant. What it meant now for both of them. Did this mean that she forgave him? Or will they go back to ripping each other's heads off like before?
That, is up to you, she told herself. What you say now, will determine that.
Fang waited for her reaction, and watched her as she slowed her breathing. They were still holding each other, her hand now moved to his shoulder, but she still held him and he took this as a good sign.
"Max." How her name sounded on his lips, now made her legs feel like jelly. The way she saw Fang was now changed forever.
This was too much to handle in one night. Just a few moments before she was flirting with a cute guy and ignoring Fang, and now…Fang had just confessed his love for her. Well, he confessed that he wanted her and had always wanted her, but wasn't that basically the same thing?
She pulled herself from his embrace and stepped back. "I can't—I'm sorry. I just—I'm sorry."
Fang looked at her expectantly.
Max looked away from his gaze and rubbed her arm awkwardly. "This is just too much for me to take in one night. I need…some time to think. Can I go home now?"
Fang nodded, lips pressed tightly together. "Alright."
Max tried not to cringe at Fang's monotone voice. She wanted to apologise again, but she didn't see what help that would do.
The car ride was awkward, to say the least. They were both quiet, even as they pulled into Max's driveway and she muttered a quick thank you before getting out – shutting the door carefully this time – and rushing to her home.
He watched her, sighing deeply, and pulled out and into her own driveway. Even though he felt utterly stupid for pouring his heart out to her, he didn't regret it. What he did regret, was his immature and thoughtless actions that summer.
Max rushed upstairs, muttering a quick good night to her parents who were still up in the kitchen just talking, before locking herself in the bathroom and peeling her clothing off and kicked her shoes off and turned on the shower, waiting for water to heat up.
She spent a good thirty minutes in the shower, savouring the feeling of the warm water running down her skin. She washed her hair and her face, but spent the rest of the thirty minutes thinking about her fight with Fang.
Way to fuck things up Fang, she thought.
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Max, Fang thought. She sure was something.
He was lying in his bed, unable to sleep after tonight's events. His hands were behind his bed and spent the last two hours thinking about Max. He wasn't completely sure of how he thought of her. She was a bitch, but then there was something genuine about her. Something that made her bitchiness make her...down to earth.
No, she is just really a bitch, he convinced himself.
But then he kissed her tonight, and she kissed him back and it was amazing. It was hate and love and lust and everything rolled into a series of fireworks. When he kissed Max, it something off in him. And she said something to him earlier taht made him think. She called him selfish for treating Lissa like shit.
She's right though, his good conscience told him. Maybe the popularity got to you.
Fang sighed and turned to his side. He sure wasn't looking forward to school on Monday.
Blahhh.
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- FlowerChild22