AN: Jakes type of shirt… cuz my description is awful… is in the pro.

Fang POV

Max just left the room, saying NOTHING at all to me. I can't believe it, it simply won't process through my mind. Why is she going out with that loser. He's even worse then Sam.

The next day

Max POV

It was almost time for the date. I really wasn't in the mood to go all-out. In fact, I was rather tired. I threw on a pair of jeans and a green Abercrombie shirt. I straightened my hair a little bit, just so it wasn't a frizz-ball, and said good-bye to each member of the flock, except Fang, that would be waaaay too awkward. Nudge's suggestions took up all of his time anyway. Jake was waiting for me in the lobby with another limo, it brought back painful memories. He held open the door and climbed in after me. He was wearing one of those roll up shirts and jeans… cute. That is, until he wouldn't take his eyes off of me, and not in a good way.

Jake POV

God. Max looked so pretty, even nicer then the after party, and she was only in a T-shirt and jeans. Unfortunately, as much as I tried, I couldn't stop looking at her.

Fang POV

It was eight 'o clock, I knew this because Max just left . I watched her go through my hotel room window. But she went with JAKE. That stupid, all-American, blond-haired, blue-eyed, look-at-me piece of crap. Hate him.

I peeled myself away from the window to flop onto my bed. I rested for a second, and then grabbed the remote for the TV. I pressed the 'on' button, the power button on the TV glowed green for a second, and the TV flickered on. Instantly, the drawl of some news channel started playing, I flicked through the channels, and found that nothing good was on, figures.

I walked off the bed and put some shoes on. I grabbed my room key and walked down the hallway into Iggy and Gazzy's room. I knocked on the door and heard a gasp and a muffled,

"You can't come in! At least not now!" from Iggy.

"Oh yeah? Well why?"

"Because… Gazzy just had another one of his flatulence episodes. I don't think ANYONE would want to come in here!"

"You're lying." I said, and opened the door.

Why the pair didn't lock it was beyond me. Strewn across the floor was Iggy, Gazzy and lots and lots of bomb materials. Great. Gazzy's blue eyes widened and he said,

"Please don't tell Max." in a barely there whisper.

"Fine! As long as this is all gone in an hour. Deal?"

"DEAL!" They shouted.

I closed their door and walked to Nudge, Angel, and Max's room. It was mostly silent, except for a few girlish giggles. I rapped on the door.

"Is everything okay in there?"

"Yeah!" They shouted.

"Do I need to come in?"

"NO!"

"Okay go to bed in an hour okay? I'll be back then to remind you."

"Okay!"

God, those two could easily take over the world if they felt like it. I walked back to my room and slid the key into the slot. I heard a beep, and opened the handle. I decided to watch the boring news for a little bit.

10 minutes later I heard the hotel phone ring.

"Hello?" I asked

"Hi, who is this?"

"This is Hannah!"

Crap.