Alright. Its been forever, I know. I've been busy, I haven't written at all, and its been pretty bad. I have many excuses, but none of them worthy enough. So please, just enjoy the story:

"And that is how you bowl," Dylan says carefully, handing me the bowling ball. I took it carefully in my hand, cautiously looking around. Dylan and I were the only ones here at the moment. We decided to arrive to the bowling alley a few minutes early, so I could get a little head start.

I tossed the ball with perfect aim, witch seemed to come natural for me, but my balance was terribly off. I expected Dylan to laugh, having that same amused look in his sea blue eyes, but instead he nodded in approval.

"You'll be good once you learn the proper technique." he steps closer, and this time he puts his arms lightly around mine. His elbow guides mine back, and we move forward at a quick pace. And then, at the very last minute, he lets me set my own spot to toss it.

And bam. Strike.

All at once, I forget all of my hate towards him: the black mailing, the arrogance, ect.) and I simply grinned. Dylan's eyes lit up, too, and for the first time, I could see an actual human being inside him. A heart and its own personality.

I give him a highfive and a big smile. Just as I finished thanking him, I see Fang, Lissa, and Sam walk through the doors. I also see Nudge, Iggy, Angel, and Gazzy trailing right beside them, apart but still together.

My happiness was ripped away, and the only feeling I felt was the envy. I bit my lip until blood started to flow, even though I wasn't very aware of it.

"Hey Max!" Nudge yells at me happily. She's perky as ever, her dark hair in ringlets down her back. "What are you wearing?!" she looks at me with a disapproving look. I was still in my simple black tshirt and faded jeans, and I just couldn't see what exactly was so wrong with this.

"Whatever," I say, laughing, trying to keep my eyes away from Fang and Lissa. "Let's bowl some."

Iggy is the first to sign in his name up on the board, as he says that he will beat us all so bad, that we will regret ever being born. The man is gonna pay.

We end up renting a couple lanes, and then we all verse each other. I make strike after strike, until Iggy is face down on the table, crying out in despair. I smile at him, walking towards him and giving him a pat on the back.

"It's OK Iggy, it's not that your that bad. I'm just that good."

His glare leaves me unfazed, and he can see that clearly, so he simply picks up a piece of pizza and starts to stuff it in his mouth. Angel gives me a smile, having done exceptionally well with her bumpers, and trots after him, probably trying to cheer him up.

I sneak a glance at Fang, who's sitting at the table beside us, looking extremely annoyed. Lissa is hanging on his shoulder.

Dylan comes from behind me and enfolds me in a big hug. It suprises me at first, but I don't pull away. Why don't I pull away?

"We gotta get going. Sam and the other guys are heading home. Did you want to catch a ride with me?"

I look once more back at Fang and Lissa, Fang is staring at me and Dylan. His eyes are emotionless but all I can feel is hurt. "Ok." I say, and walk with Dylan to his car after making a plan with Nudge that she will take Angel and drop her off at my place.

I don't even look back.

I'm in the car with Dylan, when his hands get a little to grabby. His eyes aren't the same as they were back in the bowling alley. I look at him really hard, and try to see why suddenly this guy would change. But it's typical for guys to do this, and I never should have thought otherwise.

After I tell him to knock it off repeatedly, he doesn't stop. I get angry.

"Your hot when your mad, you know that? Why don't you just come home with me tonight?"

Oh good gosh. He has got to be drunk.

"Did your friends give you something?" I ask coldy, staring into his sea blue eyes. There glazed over and distant. It's a sign.

He continues to ignore me, playing with my hair and not paying perfect attention to where we are going. "Stop Dylan." I growl, "Your not sober. Let me drive."

Again, he makes no sign that he even heard me.

"K, I'm out. Stop the car." Dylan does listen to that, fortunately, and pulls over.

"If you wanna be a bitch," his words are getting slurred together, "Then beeehhh one!"

I'm opening the door when I feel a hard shove against my shoulder. I get thrown onto the gravel, and I hear the car door slam. Dylan grins at me through the window, rolling it down.

"Someday." he says, and drives down the road like a maniac.

He caught me off guard, he did. I hit the ground so hard that my lip was bleeding, one of my knees had a big gash in it from hitting the sharp part of the car door. I could see that blood through my jeans. Too much blood.

I started to walk down the road, reaching for my phone that was supposed to be in my pocket. A immediately feeling of panic ran through my veins. I must have left it in Dylans car.

I'm feeling dizzy from the blood loss, and I don't know what road I'm on.

The last thing I remember is the sun setting on the distant peaks, and a chilly wind blowing against my face. It wasn't a bad place to go, I think. If I bleed to death here, it will be the best way to die.

Angel. Little Angel. I can't forget her. But Nudge will take care of her. Give her a better life then I ever have or could've.

Tears roll down my eyes, almost closed. I hear a car in the distance. I recognize the sleek black paint and the fancy wheels, but it's too late.

Did you guys like it? Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks:) I'm really sorry for how long I took to update. I've been busy with school and stuff. I'll try to update by Saturday.