Right…so you thought you got rid of me…well, I got worse over the night so I am home one more day!!! WOOT…ouch…that hurt-no sudden screaming with a sore throat! Ok so I have a few responses:
TO: XxXxXxXDarkWingsXxXxXxX: hahaha that's so evil that you want to do that…but ok…here's how to give someone the screaming shits: you can put eye drops (like clear eyes for example) in someone's food or drink…it's clear and fairly tasteless so they won't know it's there…just don't use a lot or they'll get really dehydrated from all the pooping they'll be doing =) I never want to be on your bad side! Yikes!
TO: Bex & Marie & Izzy: uh oh…burning is not good…and I really want chocolate, too! I went and ate a cookie after that chapter.
TO: BookWormForLife: glad you liked the chapter…I was a little wonky yesterday, so I came up with some pretty insane stuff!
Alright…speaking of wonky- today is my third day of being cooped up in my house home alone, so if things get really random…you've been warned…I'm at home going insane and talking to myself…
Enjoy!
Nightwings93
Max POV: Chapter 12
Iggy and I walked back into the kitchen with very innocent looks on our faces. Maybe too innocent? Oh well, Brigid is too stupid to notice and way too busy flirting with Fang to notice.
"Hey, Max!" Iggy called from the stove, "can you help me serve plates?"
"Sure," I obliged walked over to the stove.
Iggy spooned some gravy into a separate bowl. He took his bottle out from his back pocket and put three drops into the gravy.
Gazzy rushed over to the stove. "Why are you letting her see this?" he hissed at Iggy.
"We have a truce," Iggy whispered back. "We're going after the blonde."
Gazzy nodded. "Riiiiight," he muttered, sounding like Kronk form The Emperor's New Groove. Gazzy walked back to the table and smiled at Brigid as if nothing was wrong.
"Give this one to boobs-a-lot," Iggy whispered to me as he passed me the plate with the contaminated gravy.
I suppressed a laugh. Brigid was wearing a very low top. I really wanted to dump the food down her cleavage but that would defeat the purpose of putting shit-in-a-bottle in her food. I walked to the table and placed Brigid's food in front of her.
"Complements of the chef," I hissed in a low voice.
Brigid looked up and glared at me then returned to flirting Fang. Fang looked up at me suspiciously, and I winked back. This should be very interesting. I helped Iggy serve the rest of the food, and we started eating.
About three bites in Brigid got a funny look on her face but kept eating. Iggy, Gazzy, and I sniggered under our breath.
"Man, Iggy, this gravy is amazing!" Fang announced.
Iggy nodded, "Secret family recipe."
"I'm gonna get some more," Fang mumbled making a gravy boat out of his mashed potatoes.
The twins and I watched in horror as Fang got up and poured the gravy from Brigid's special gravy bowl onto his mashed potatoes.
"Hey-" Iggy started, but I slapped my hand over his mouth.
"Don't blow cover," I hissed in his ear. "She'll get suspicious."
Iggy peeled my fingers from his mouth, and we all watched as Fang spooned a giant mouthful of gravy and mashed potatoes into this mouth. Gazzy was drinking water when he saw Fang eat the 'special' gravy. Soon, Iggy, Ella, and I were sprayed with water as Gazzy tried to warn Fang.
"Too late," I whispered to Gazzy who shook his head in dismay.
"Um," I heard Brigid mumbled form the other side of the table. I looked over at her. She looked really green. Then, a huge rumbling noise came form her end of the table. "I'm sorry," She muttered, "but I really have to go."
Brigid shot up out of her chair and bolted out of the dorm towards her own. Iggy, Gazzy, and I cracked up and slapped high fives. Fang looked at us with narrowed eyes; then, they softened and Fang laughed, too. Chances are he won't be laughing for long.
"You guys are terrible," Fang chucked shaking his head. "But, thanks. She was getting really annoying."
"I told you she was just a flirt," I muttered.
Fang nodded. Then, his stomach made a huge bubbling noise. "You didn't," he asked his face turning three shades lighter.
"You grabbed the wrong gravy," the twins mumbled.
"You could have stopped me!" Fang said angrily as he got up and clutched his stomach.
"We didn't want to blow cover," the twins chorused bowing their heads in shame.
I was in shock. I didn't know the twins could be remorseful. Then I looked at them and realized why they were looking down. It was to cover up their smirks. Idiots.
"Blow cover?" Fang repeated through clenched teeth. Then he turned to me, "And I suppose this was your idea. All because you're jealous of Brigid's voice!"
"Jealous?" I repeated my face flushing with anger. "Who could be jealous of that bimbo? And, what? It's funny when Brigid gets the screaming shits, but when it's Fang's turn, it's gang up on Max. Is that it?"
"Shit!" Fang yelled bringing his fist down on the table and then quickly running out of the kitchen.
"Literally," Gazzy muttered, and the twins exploded with laughter and fist bumped. Kyle and Ella just looked at me in utter confusion.
"I'll be right back," I ground out.
I sprinted down the hall to the ground floor bathroom. Just as I was about to go in, a whole horde of guys ran out screaming like the wimps they are.
"I wouldn't go in there if I was you!" one of them shouted at me as he sprinted by.
I shook my head and went in anyway. "Fang?" I called out tentatively. "If there any guys in here not named Fang, get your ass out. A girl's coming in."
Nothing happened, so I went all the way into the bathroom. I walked along the stalls until I found the only one with the door closed. There were funny retching sounds coming from within.
"Fang?" I asked again. "Are you okay?"
There was no response only more gagging and barfing noises. I thought this stuff was supposed to give you the Hershey squirts not make you barf.
"I think," I heard Fang pant from the other side of the door, "I'm having an adverse reaction to whatever it is Iggy put in the food."
My heart wrenched, and I felt so awful for not telling Fang about the gravy. "I'm coming in," I warned.
Fang didn't respond. He just unlatched the stall door. Let me tell you, it wasn't pretty. Fang was leaning over the toilet with little flecks of barf around his mouth. He flushed the toilet and looked up at me with glassy eyes. I exited the stall and got a paper towel wet. I went back in and dabbed the sides of Fang's mouth. My efforts were thwarted when Fang leaned over the toilet and up chucked again.
I sighed and knelt down next to Fang. It was odd seeing him the weak and vulnerable. Fang barfed a few more times, and I held his long side bangs out of the way and rubbed circles on his back. I felt really guilty about this. It was my fault that Fang was sick. After Fang stopped chucking his dinner in the toilet, I brought him up to my room to see if I could get rid of the fever that was starting.
"Get in bed," I ordered Fang.
I knew Iggy and Gazzy wouldn't be much help so there was no point in bringing Fang to the room he shared with them. Fang nodded and took his shirt and basket ball shorts off. He was just in his boxers when he climbed in my bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Getting in bed," Fang mumbled wearily. "This is how I sleep."
God, why me? Why? It is so awkward when your male best friend has an amazing body. I sighed and put a cool cloth on Fang's head. Hopefully, he'd be a little more comfortable.
I dragged my desk chair over to my bed and sat next to Fang. His hand reached up, and he placed his large hand in mine.
"Thanks, Max," Fang muttered. "You and the purple penguins are so nice."
Say what? Purple penguins? "Um, I'll be right back," I muttered.
I disentangled my hand from his and sprinted into the twins' room.
"What the hell did you put in that gravy!?" I accused. "He's seeing purple penguins!"
Gazzy and Iggy stopped what they were doing and looked at me sheepishly. "Well, we may have added just the tiniest bit of a hallucinogen," Iggy muttered, looking down. (AN: please no one try this at home. I have no clue if it's even safe to do that!)
"A hallucinogen!" I shrieked, "He's seeing freaking purple penguins!"
"And elephants!" Fang shouted from my room. "BRRRIIIIII! Like it? That's my elephant call!"
Iggy and Gazzy collapsed with laughter, "Oh, my God!" Gazzy gasped. "I so wish we had that on camera!"
"It's not funny," I muttered trying to suppress my own laughter. Ok, so it was pretty damn funny…but, I still felt bad. Really bad. Truly, I do.
I glared at the twins and walked back to my room.
"Hey, Max," Fang called from my bed as I sat back down in my chair. "you didn't tell me Big Bird stayed here."
Oh, Lord, it's gonna be a long night.
* * * * *
I woke up to someone shaking my shoulders. "Max, Max, wake up."
I flickered my eyes open to see Fang standing in front of me. He had put sweats on but was still shirtless. Nice.
"I'm feeling loads better," he said.
Just then a ray of sunshine came through my window and glinted off Fang's perfect abs. it was blinding. "Waaaggghhh!" I shouted covering my eyes and pitching backwards in my chair.
Ok, we are chalking this up to one of my top ten most embarrassing moments. Ever. Fang looked down at me in astonishment. Finally, he remembered how to use his limbs, and he helped me up.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I was just…startled. That's all," smooth Max. Real smooth.
"Oh, ok." Fang muttered. "Hey, so we've only got one class today."
"Correction," I said getting up and rubbing the back of my head. Floors are really hard! "You only have one class today. I have theatre and French."
"Oh," Fang said his face falling slightly. "What time is your class?"
"4:30 to 6:30," I replied.
"Ok," Fang said smiling. "Then I'll come pick you up and then we'll go do something just the two of us. It's been a while since we've hung out."
I smiled back. "Ok, I'd really like that."
Fang smile grew even wider and became the special smile that he saves just for me. My heart sped up and did a little flip flop. Ugh. Stupid heart.
Fang POV:
Theatre class went by really fast. Rob forgot about the skits we were supposed to do, so we started looking at Taming of the Shrew instead.
He told us auditions would start after fall break. I told Max she should go out for Katherine, and she swatted me over the head and stuck her tongue out. I did actually mean it as a complement but whatever. I'm sure she knew that. She just wanted an excuse to hit me.
Max and I parted after theatre. She went to French class and I went back to the dorms. I had nothing to do so I decided to get back at Max and look up what Je t'aime means. I grabbed my laptop and opened up free translations. I type Je t'aime in and hit translate.
'You, I like,' popped up on the screen. I realized it must be the literal translation. I decided to go ask Kyle instead. He'd taken French for a few years in high school so he'd probably know.
I walked down the hall and knocked in Kyle's door.
He opened it, "What's up?" he asked.
"I was wondering if you could translate some French for me," I responded.
"Sure," Kyle said shrugging.
"What does 'je t'aime' mean?"
"Literally it means 'you, I like,' but it's a reflexive verb so it means 'I like you.' However, in context it can be a fast way to say 'I love you.' Does that help?"
I stopped short. 'I love you'? "Um, yeah, Kyle," I muttered. "Thanks. Hey, I got to go. Catch you later."
I turned and walked back to my room. 'I love you.' She couldn't have really meant that. We were best friends. It made sense that we were best friends like peanut butter and jelly or syrup and pancakes.
She probably didn't mean it that way, anyway. She probably meant like a best friend. She loves me like a best friend. That's it. I mean, I really care about Max a lot, too. But, they way you care about and love a best friend, or your dog. Oh, wait, I really shouldn't compare Max to a dog. She'd totally get pissed.
I shook my head to clear. It's love like you love your best friend. That's totally what she meant. I got up, stretched, and started walking towards the French building to get Max. This wasn't going to be awkward. Nope. Because I love Max, too. Like a friend.
Max POV:
I was waiting outside the Language department waiting for Fang to come get me. I was really happy we were going to spend some time together. It'd been a long time since the two of us had had some alone time. It'd be good to hang out with my best friend again.
I felt a hand come down on my shoulder and figured it was Fang trying to be and idiot and scare me. "Hi, Fang," I said calmly.
"Wrong," someone growled in my ear.
My heart stopped. It was Ari. He grabbed my arm and yanked me to the back of the building. The back led out to an open field, so no one could se us.
"I told Fang this wasn't over. Now you'll pay for his stupidity." Ari hissed as he reached for me.
I ducked back and slugged him in the jaw. While he was stunned I did a quick snap kick to his side. Ari bent over for a moment then straightened. He let out an angry snarl and pushed me, and when I say pushed, I mean really hard.
I stumbled back and hit the back of my head on the building brick wall. Pain exploded and I crumpled to the floor, stunned.
Ari came over and knelt beside me. "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while."
Oh, God, no! He's not…?
Ari leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. I struggled under his grip, but he held fast. Finally, disgusted by he was trying to shove his tongue down my throat, I karate chopped his wind pipe.
Ari pulled back, gagging and spluttering. "Bitch," he hissed back-handing me across the face. He pulled a switch blade out of his back pocket and held it to my throat. "Not a word," he threatened.
He leaned back down, but before he could kiss me, he was torn off of me. I looked up to find Fang looming over Ari, his nostrils flared angrily.
"You…bastard…what have…I…told you…about…touching…women…dog boy!?" Fang shouted while kicking Ari in the stomach.
Finally, Fang stopped and came over to me. He crouched down and moved my hair out of my face. "You okay?" he asked.
I nodded. Then I looked behind him. Ari was slowly standing up. He spit on the ground then lunged at Fang. "Fang move!" I yelled.
I pushed Fang to the side and felt Ari's blade run though my hip. Son of a bitch that hurt. I quickly pulled the knife out and chucked it back at Ari. He grabbed it and scrambled away, probably worried that Fang and I would beat him up. I zipped my jacket up to hide the wound from Fang.
I looked down and noticed I was on top of Fang. Oops. Fang looked up and smiled at me. "Thanks," he muttered.
"No problem," I replied getting up. I made sure not to wince so Fang wouldn't know about the wound.
"Did he hit you?" Fang asked.
I shook my head, "Nope. His aim if awful."
Fang chuckled. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, let's just get a milkshake and pretend this never happened."
Fang nodded, and we walked to the nearby Dairy Queen.
I took a bite of my blizzard. "Thanks," I said to the lady at the cash register as Fang and I walked out.
"Where to?" Fang asked.
"Um," I muttered. I suddenly felt very dizzy. "The park?" I offered.
Fang nodded and started walking. I tried to follow him but instead I went head first into the ground. Then, I blacked out.
Dun dun dun! Ok…so I'm gonna take a little break and then write the next chapter… review if you want Max to live…lol jk jk…of course she'll live!