I know the last chapter will be nothing compared to this, so now you know why I kept saying that the chapter ten was just a filler: MERRY CHRISTMAS ANNA RIDE AND SAILBYTHESTARS!
Chapter Eleven
Lupo's POV
I looked in the mirror, putting in one of my golden hoop earrings. Max had been telling me about some dance at her school all week. She didn't seem like the kind who'd want to go to a dance, but she seemed really excited about being able to go with Fang. She told me to help her figure out what to wear after I was finished.
I brushed off my dress, wondering why I agreed to doing this. Oh yeah, I get to see Iggy in a suit. My dress had heart shaped top with three thin metal chain straps on each shoulder. The black cloth fabric was replaced by dark green silk as it reached my waist, flowing down to right above my knees. I was also wearing black wedge high heels that had dark grey straps making it look like my feet were dangerous creatures that no one wanted to get away.
I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail, already feeling a few strands falling out. I heard a noise from the doorway of my room, looking up to see Fang standing there in a black button up shirt and a nice pair of dark jeans. His hair was combed and sat perfectly on his head.
I walked over to him, running a hand through his hair to mess it up. His eyes went wide.
"What was that for?"
"I just have a feeling Max will like it messy," I said, smirking at him before I waved my fingers easily.
Max's room appeared around me, no one in sight. I sighed, sitting down at her desk chair and waiting for someone to come in.
"Please," I heard a slightly nasal voice ask as loud footsteps sounded on the stairs.
"No!" Max's voice shouted, closer to the bedroom door than I expected. "I already have someone who's going to help."
"Who?"
"None of your business!" The door slammed open, Max stomping in, "Why can't she leave me alone?"
I shrugged, standing up. "Let's just get to work on your outfit."
Max sighed, "Do you know anything about fashion?"
I shook my head.
Max sighed again, "If only Nudge wasn't away for the semester. She'd already have my outfit picked out."
"I know someone like that," I said, "Except, she'd have made the outfit in a matter of seconds."
"Let me guess," Max looked over at me, "She's no longer around."
"No, she's around. Just not where we can contact her. Well, actually…"
"What?"
"You could wish for her to show up," I said. "That'd make those wings disappear."
Max looked behind her, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot about these things."
"Yeah, depending on the wish, they might just disappear by the time you wish for something else."
"Cool," Max mumbled, looking down at her feet. "But, what about…"
"What about my curse?"
"Well, yeah. Will whoever it is show up without an arm? Or with an extra one, even?"
I shrugged, "Whatever does happen, she'll be able to reverse it. I say just wish."
Max sighed, "I wish your fashion guru," I snorted, "could come help me with my outfit for the dance."
I gestured to the corner of the room, watching as black smoke filtered through the window and began to form a shape. After a minute, a girl about sixteen stood there, her long pen straight black hair flowing out behind her. Her obsidian eyes bore into mine, a familiar smirk splayed across her olive toned face.
Max's eyes widened, "She looks like"
I interrupted her, "Fang?"
"Well, yeah."
The girl smiled, "I'm Artiglio, Fang's little sister."
Max smiled back at her hesitantly, "Are you a genie, also?"
Artiglio nodded, "Now, why am I here?"
I smirked, "Maximum here needs an outfit for the dance at her school."
Lio's face lit up, "Oh, who are you going with?"
"Your brother," I spoke before Max could.
"Aw," Lio cooed. "I know just what you should wear." With that, she pointed at Max, black smoke spilling out of the tip of her finger.
*Thirty Minutes Later*
I stood between Fang and Iggy, waiting for Max to get out of the car. Ever since we came out of her house to meet up with the guys, Fang hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her.
Her dress was a red short sleeve that reach the same length as mine, but instead of the silk bottom in was completely cloth and had a black pattern splayed over the front that started at the waist and matched the pattern over the right shoulder.
Artiglio did a good job.
As we walked into the large gym that had been turned into a 'party' room, I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I turned my head, seeing Iggy's eyes attached to mine. I smirked, the plan was working.
*Five Minutes Later*
I wanted to rip her head off.
Then feed it to a shark.
Then feed the shark to a huge toad.
Then feed the toad to a hog.
Then feed the hog to a t-rex.
Then feed the t-rex the rest of her body.
Man I want a t-rex.
Max's younger sister, Ella, had her hands on Iggy's shoulders and was swaying to the music. Or trying to sway to the music, at least. Iggy's hands rested on her hips, guiding her as he tried to stay in beat with this tone-deaf badword.
She tried to step closer to him, making a growl emit from deep in my throat. The guy who had been talking to me (I think, all I heard was that sound that adults made from The Peanuts Classic) stopped, confusion crossing his face. "Sorry, I didn't know you liked Justin Beiber."
I looked at him, "Who?"
"Justin Beiber. In my opinion, he sings like a chick. He's the singer they're playing right now."
My eyes widened, "This is a singer? I thought they were having technical difficulties."
He laughed. It was more of a chuckled, unlike Iggy's cheerful guffaw when he thought something was funny.
The boy followed my gaze, looking over at Iggy and Ella who were still offbeat with their dancing. He got a disappointed look on his face, "You like him, don't you?"
I looked back at him, "Yeah."
He nodded, "You've been staring over there the whole time. I doubt you even heard a word I said before you growled."
I smiled guiltily, "Sorry. What's your name again?"
"Zephyr, but you can call me the Gasman." The boy's green eyes were kind and went well with his plain blond hair and slightly tan skin. He looked back over at Iggy, then back at me, a mischievous look in his eyes, "You wanna make him jealous?"
I smirked, "And how do you presume we do that?" He smiled, gesturing for me to wait here, and ran off through the crowd.
A minute later, then song changed and a voice sounded over the speakers, "This next song is a special request dedicated to Lupo Greyback."
Familiar music started and Gazzy showed in front of me. He bowed slightly, taking my hand and kissing the back, "May I have this dance?"
I nodded, putting an arm around his shoulders as one of his snaked around my back. Our other hands intertwined as he whispered in my ear, "Do you know the tango?"
I nodded again, letting myself get lost in the music as we danced, every pair of eyes in the crowd locked on us.
Including Iggy's.
*Later That Night*
We all walked out into the parking lot, silence feeling great as we came out of the noisy gym. Max and Fang didn't take their eyes off each other as they walked towards the truck, both oblivious the two pairs saying goodbye behind them.
Iggy's arm dropped off of Ella's shoulders as he said mumbled 'bye'. Her arms stayed wrapped around his torso, 'I hope we can do this again, sometime' spilling out of her lips.
I turned to Gazzy. He smiled, "Time for the icing on the cake." With that, he leaned down, lips brushing mine. I smiled, kissing him back quickly before stepping back and turning to the truck.
Iggy was standing beside the truck, talking quickly and angrily to Fang. Max's eyes were wide and she was trying to interrupt, but Iggy continued to ignore her. Fang sighed, looking unhappy and like he didn't have a choice for what he was about to do. He waved his fingers in the air, gesturing to something behind me.
I heard a 'puff', my eyes going wider than I thought possible. I turned around quickly, seeing a strand of black smoke where the Gasman used to be.
