WOAH. WOAH. WOAHHHH.

Instead of four more reviews I needed…I GOT TWELVE. That's more than the average I get for any of my stories…ever. Thank you a whole much guys!

Now, who got number sixty? It surprised me – and maybe you because three of you guys were all one minute apart. The sixtieth review was none other than MY BLONDE "NEICE" LIZZY! Holy crap thanks so much! You should've seen my response to her…

Now, the people who reviewed are:

Madam Roses, ISuckAtUsernames, FictionFinatic28, Lizzy, Xx-ThisSucks-xX, Fly On Maximum Taylor Ride, I don't know and I don't care, faxlover62598, xAlternativexMusicxGirlx, Guardian Bear, Aleta Cypher, and STALLION OF THE CIMARRON. I still am completely grateful for you guys for reviewing – even if you didn't hit 60, you guys got me far beyond! Two more until seventy, I think that's surely good!

And yesterday I saw RIO – the bird movie with Wil.. I know he's not the only one in there, but my gosh he had some awesome lines…I think I laughed too hard…The movie was good, definitely top ten – or five. Can't decide…

Anyways, I'm working on learning Japanese. I got three apps on my iPod for it…Mainly so I can walk around singing the Vocaloid's songs without looking like a moron. But I can now say simplest of things like "today I drank coffee"…Too bad I didn't have coffee today though.

ONWARDS TO FANG POV!

Fang POV

The next two weeks were uneventful, but the third week of school came to a start, and at Monday, I was eating lunch, sitting down with Iggy at our table. Lissa had gone off somewhere I didn't care about, but I couldn't find Max within my line of sight.

Now, I know you probably thought I stalked her or something, but she was cool enough to tolerate Iggy, so she joined the group. September had started and she was slowly starting to sit with us during this time, but she hadn't even walked into the courtyard yet. Lunch was half-way through and even the obnoxious Iggy had become to notice.

"Dude. Where's Max?" Iggy said to me, setting down his orange juice.

I looked at him and JJ, who was pretending to not be listening. She was sitting beside my brother and cleaning her glasses off, averting her eyes to her lap. "I don't know."

Iggy took that in for a moment, and spoke, "Well she does have that skinny scum bag of a boyfriend, maybe she's with him…"

I nodded and pretended I didn't care, and since I was the "Emotionless Brick Wall", nobody saw through my steel gaze. "Yup," I stood up, and grabbed my trash to toss it away. "I'll go look for her, JJ?"

She looked up, "Yes?"

"Stop pretending to not be paying attention," I said bluntly, and continued walking off to the nearest trash can, which was on the corner of building B since we weren't too far from it, when something out of the corner of my eye caught me.

I looked up to see Dylan. Mr. Perfect was standing there, and I couldn't tell who he was talking to, but a flash of red hair caught my attention. He was leaning low to a thin girl with high heels that Lissa had worn once…

Wait…red hair, heels? I turned around fully, and got a better angle of my girlfriend and Max's boyfriend. Well, they surely weren't just talking…Making out is a more appropriate term, and intensely at that.

I saw Dylan push her against the wall, and she grabbed his back and forced him even closer to him. Dylan twirled some of her possibly artificial red hair, and I couldn't continue watching. I was disgusted, but didn't really care at the sight in front of me.

But why wasn't I moved that my girlfriend was kissing some other guy? Because it's a slap in the face for Max, and as soon as I tell her, she'd be single within days.

But I just couldn't go up to her like that.

Wait, I could. Dylan had moved his mouth from Lissa's own to down her neck. I gulped, and did the best thing somebody like me could do: run.

And I know she saw me, because I don't necessarily run the quietest, my feet hitting the concrete quite loudly as my Converse slammed repeatedly onto it. I dashed around the corner, and back into the lunch courtyard, where people were already emptying themselves out slowly, and teachers yelling for them to get back to class.

Iggy waved at me from the end of the trickling river of students, and I jogged over, catching my breath as he asked, "did you find her?"

"No, but I found something else…"

I made it to my science class, and was thrilled to see my spot in the corner of the room Lissa-free. Though I wondered what exactly happened with her and Dylan, it didn't matter when I was finally not by her right now. I sat in my seat, relieved.

On the board was written "Do warm up on page 50 in your book," and "iPods are allowed during all single work times".

I grinned slightly to myself, and brought out my iPhone that rested in my pocket. I didn't take out the headphones because I didn't need them. I unlocked my iPhone quickly, and texted Max, since it was PE for her, she would be in the locker room getting dressed out or something. She turned on her phone only during this hour.

Not like I knew or anything.

Hey, can I talk to you after school?

No response, so I took out my notebook to start the warm up in the text book, flipping to the appropriate page.

Nothing happened during the next minutes, and Lissa never came in, even after the bell signalizing that students were late rang.

"Okay class," Mrs. Rollings spoke to us. "Warm ups should be done, put your devices away."

I put my phone into my pocket, and a text buzzed at the last minute. Max…

No I'm busy, Dylan and I are gonna hang.

"Crap," I whispered under my breath. Fine, go hang out with your pretty boyfriend. Your pretty liar of a mate.

I sound so strange, but I really don't think he deserves Max. Anybody above his level is nice for her, even that Sam guy, Lissa's ex, the super mega obnoxious player that was worse then Iggy…

Or she could be with me.

I resisted the need to smile at that thought, and closed my book as the teacher began to start the lesson.

I was finally home, and couldn't wait to update my blog post for the second time. I had an idea, and it would surely start something if anybody I knew got onto my new blog.

"Hey Nudge," I said to my sister, who was on the couch sketching out something. The television down here was playing my favorite show, though I didn't tell her I liked Ace of Cakes, she just so happened to turn it on.

She looked up, "Yeah Fang, what do you want? It better not be about Firehead."

"Oh, well then…" I trailed off, not meeting eye contact with my sister. I could feel her attempt at a death glare being sent at me, but since she was as…frilly as can be, I didn't even flinch.

"Oh my gosh! Fang, seriously, what else can possibly happen? Did that stuck-up moron cheat on you again or something? JUST DUMP HER," Nudge applied forcefully, and I had a sudden interest in the television show on. They were making a zombie cake now.

"Yup, she basically did cheat on me but I don't care, and you know that. I can spread lies faster than she does if I use my blog though…" I trailed off, and I had a sudden idea that Nudge must've developed in her mind too, because she all of a sudden jumped off the couch with a huge grin on her pretty face.

"OH MY GOSH HOLY BARBEQUE SAUCE!" She did a sort of fist pump, and dropped her sketchbook and began running up the stairs for who-knows-what.

Wait, "holy barbeque sauce"?

I know, the last thing Nudge said came to me randomly. Because I am just weird like that…Yup.

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