FALSE ALERT. I'm really sorry, but I decided to re-update because some of ma homies check this story on Tuesdays only. No new chapter; there should've been one, but I didn't write it; and I honestly don't think I will for a while... seeing as I only have a week of Holiday left Dx ven though nobody mentioned any mistakes, I went over it and changed a few things (but you don't need tor read it again, I didn't change anything ultra important).

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Okay, so... stories all have to have climax's and the first twelve chapters were mine. This is the main part, where feelings turn around, and people get confused... I'm sorry for the boring beginning, but the next few chapters should be quite saucy. IDNOMR ;)

Previously

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The room was illuminated with bright light, and my eyes burned. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, a voice called from outside.

"Hey, switch off the lights! They aren't supposed to be on!"

In surprise, I quickly switched the light off, my breath caught in my throat as I stumbled back.

The stranger latched onto me, and held me steady.

It felt like my skin burn at his touch. I quickly threw his hands off and steadied my drunk-self.

It may not have been long, but it was enough time to recognise the boys face. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that my assumption was wrong, and I was just hallucinating due to the alcohol.

"Fang?"

I didn't wait for him to answer, I flung the cupboard door open and stumbled outside, trying to get as far as possible.

I gracelessly slammed into the cupboard guy, before charging off, while he called after me, "You still had twenty seconds left!"

Idiot.

I careened around the room, trying to get lost in the crowd of hot, sweaty, dancing bodies. I am so taking a shower after this.

I swallowed my disgust, and carried on pushing through the crowds in a daze, ignoring the drunk and bitter insults thrown at me every-time I stubbed another persons toe.

I finally found a place between some rowdy girls and boys, knowing I would never be found by Tess, JJ or any of them. The crowd around me jumped up and down noisily to the house music, the girls gurgling and making funny noises.

This was doing nothing for my headache.

I let out a shaky breath of relief, but started to feel my legs getting tired. I was almost certain they would collapse right there and then underneath me, and I would fall to the ground.

To be honest, I wouldn't actually mind, seeing as there were about three other people passed out around me. It wouldn't hurt to add another member, would it?

I finally came to my senses- well, as much sense as a drunk person could have.

I staggered out of there, my vision blurring, as a sharp stinging sensation ran up my legs and through my whole body, as my legs finally gave out.

Surprisingly, I fell forward onto something soft. I didn't bother checking whether it was a person, or a sofa... I just gurgled in pain, rubbing my leg- or at least I thought it was my leg. My leg felt numb, so for all I know, I could be rubbing some knocked out persons face.

I quickly shut my eyes, realising what I had just done.

The boy I was trying to force all my problems into, happened to be one of my biggest problems.

I groaned, as I tried to get into a more comfortable position. If I was sitting on a human, they were actually pretty darn comfortable.

I willingly kissed him, I thought to myself with disgust, I initiated it!

I raised my hands, and began rubbing my temples, hoping it would somehow help the pounding migraine I was having. No such luck.

Stupid, stupid Max. What did I get myself into?

Why couldn't I just be content with sitting at home with a pizza, and a movie?

I opened my eyes again, hoping that my vision might've improved in the last 24 seconds. No such luck- actually, hey, it is better!

I kept blinking, until eventually,the black dots cleared. My vision was still hazy, and did the occasional turn, but it was much better. I looked down to see what I was sitting on.

I almost screamed when I realised I was sitting on the back or some half dressed slut. I shot up, before falling forward onto my knees.

I stayed there for a second, thinking 'I'm going to throw up, I'm going to throw up'.

I know you most probably don't want to know this, I could feel warm putrid substance rising in my throat. I felt dizzy and sick.

As I crouched there, on all fours, an acidic, bitter taste in filled my mouth, and then my stomach started clenching. Damn, I am not doing this again.

I watched in disgust, choking and spluttering, as some disgusting substance came spewing out of my mouth; Not even a single person turned their head in my direction. Sheesh, I was just as bad as the others.

After I was finished. I wiped my hand with the back of my mouth, not even bothering with hygiene, as I shakily stood up, willing back the tears burning at the back of my eyes.

I felt like shit. This always happens. Why do I come to these things, knowing that I'll most probably end up like this the next day?

The nauseous feeling had subsided, and all that was left was a tingling, almost burning, sensation left in my throat and mouth.

I looked around, my movements slow, until my eyes settled on a couple, less than two metres away from me, making out madly on a dirty, lacerated couch.

I held on tightly to some sort of table, squinting at the couple in wonder. What I could see, looked so familiar; Ew.

Iggy and Nudge.

I felt like I had another strong punch to the stomach.

I know I shouldn't have, and that it wasn't fair on them... but I was doing everything on a whim today, and I hurt all over too much to care about that.

I stumbled over to them, tripping on my own feet, trying to block out the pounding music. Gee, it must be like 3am. Shouldn't the party be dead already?

I reached over to them limply, leaning onto the wall beside us for support; using most of the energy left in me, not to topple onto the couple.

"G-guys?" I asked gruffly, my voice scratchy and dry.

I watched them grope each-other, until after what seemed a decade, they finally pulled apart to look up at me.

At first, their expressions were annoyed... until they realised who it was.

Their eyes widened, and Nudge jumped of him, standing up straight. How could she do that? I thought jealously, Is she not drunk, too?

"Shit Max," Iggy said, looking worried, "You've really outdone yourself."

I tried not to cry as Nudge came forward and gave me a hug, only to pull away, her face scrunched up in disgust, "You stink. What the hell have you been drinking?"

I shrugged, because I honestly didn't know. The stranger- I mean, Fang- read the bottle, maybe he'll remember?

"Please," I started weakly, "Can we go home?"

Nudge and Iggy looked at each-other then smiled.

Iggy stood up from the couch, and gently walked forward, taking my arm and putting it around his neck, and looping his around my waist, "C'mon you fat, drunken dumb-ass."

I didn't even have it in me to laugh, or punch him, as he helped me limp through the crowds, elbowing random ravers, until we got to the door.

"What about JJ and Tess?" Nudge asked.

Iggy sighed, running a free hand through his hair, "Ring them."

Nudge nodded, walking along as we trailed behind, out of the driveway.

I soon realised that Fang could still be in there, in the sweaty, hot mess.

I should have told them to go back, but I wanted to do what he did back at the beach and you and I both know he deserved it.

I let them take me out the gates, as my mind wandered back to the closet. I was drunk. Why did I still remember it though?

How was I ever going to face him? Was he drunk too?

I let out a deep sigh, avoiding a few broken bottles on the street.

Just pretend it never happened, I told myself, Just carry on hating him.

Iggy dragged me to his car, down the block, and Nudge helped support me from my other-side.

"Didn't you guys get drunk?" I gurgled.

They laughed and shook their heads.

"I wasn't really in the mood," he winked at Nudge.

Nudge shrugged under my weight, " I did have a little, but not over the top... like someone here."

I choked back a laugh, "But you always get drunk..."

"I was occupied this time."

I suppressed the urge to shudder, knowing that if I did, I would most probably just fall over.

When we finally arrived at the car, I was surprised to see Tess and JJ, sitting on a bench about 10 metres away, talking quietly. I was too drunk and nauseous to feel upset and left out.

"Hey!" Nudge called, waving frantically.

They looked up in surprise and stood up, quickly walking over.

"You guys took forever-" JJ complained, only to stop when she caught sight of me.

Tess made a funny noise, "Wow Max, I didn't know you were a hardcore drinker."

They looked at me oddly, but Nudge cut in, "She's not. Somebody most probably spiked her drink."

They nodded, as JJ supplied a bottle of water. I drank it up.

"Why are you back so early?" Nudge asked.

"The party was boring, and it stank. I couldn't take it. I found Tess and we got out of there."

Eh, why didn't she find me? It would've saved me alot of trouble.

Iggy nodded, then looked at me, "You think you'll throw up in the car?"

I hesitated, but then shook my head, 'No'.

He raised an eyebrow. The hesitation was enough proof.

He took a tighter hold of me, and gently dragged me up the steep hill and over to the bench where JJ and Tess had previously been, lying me down.

"Damn, I was never good with Hangovers. Fang always used to whip up one of his hang-over specials, and I would feel better immediately."

I groaned in response, turning over on the hard wooden bench. "So... Uncomfortable," I murmured lightly.

He laughed, "Gimmie a sec, I'll go get Nudge."

I scrunched my eyes shut, and tried to sleep... my headache had soothed quite a bit. the atmosphere was much cooler, and calmer out here than in there.

I waited a further five minutes. How long does it take to get Nudge? I asked myself dryly.

Eventually, just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a voice.

A familiar one that I did not, under any circumstances want to hear right now- or, as a matter of fact, ever.

"Fang, man. Where were you? You're the best with dealing with hang-overs."

I heard a deep familiar chuckle, that now seemed to rattle my bones.

"I brought some Paracetamol in the car, could you get it?" he asked lightly.

Iggy tutted, "You should've brought Aspirin."

"Nah, that only irritates the stomach even more."

"Whatever you say, god of Hang-overs..." Iggy muttered, his voice getting quieter as he moved away.

This totally sucks. Less than an hour after the incident, I was alone with him.

After about five seconds, I head some rustling, and then I felt something, maybe his jacket, graze my ear. Please move away from me?

I was about to voice, or gurgle, my thoughts, when Iggy came back.

"Here you go, I also brought some water."

Fang nodded, taking it from him, " After this, we have to go to a diner at get something to eat, she has to line her stomach, it'll make her feel better."

I seriously don't know why he cares. I mean, sure, he said 'Sorry' the other day, but I tried to ignore it and I had succeeded; I forgot all about him and his apologies until that kiss.

Sorry doesn't change anything; actions speak louder than words, and he hasn't exactly been my 'best friend' for the past few weeks, now has he?

My eyes tightened shut in anger.

Iggy nodded, "JJ, Tess and Nudge have gone to find a Waffle house or something like that. Its funny how the guys are looking after her, and the girls are doing the useless stuff. Should we wake her up?"

I'm guessing Fang nodded, because somebody poked me gently in the sides.

"Max," Fang addressed me smoothly, his voice not wavering.

Clearly, he had chosen to act like nothing had happened too. Why did that annoy me? I had no idea.

If that kiss was as good as I thought it was, because I know I held up my end, he should be thinking about it a lot; just like I was.

He repeated my name, again, and again. For some reason, I didn't hear the sarcasm, and annoyance I usually heard. Maybe it was because I was on the brink of unconsciousness?

Actually, I hadn't talked to the guy face to face since he apologized. He was being a lot nicer.

Somebody who made your life miserable can't change in a day. It's a fact.

Who changed him? Why is he being so nice?

A pair of large hands settled on my shoulders, and pulled me up into a sitting position, despite my protests; I had no idea whether they were Fang's or Iggy's. I was hoping the latter.

The hands released me, and I opened my eyes.

Iggy looked at me worriedly, "The others are all trying to find a place to eat."

I nodded tiredly, as Fang passed the water and tablets to me indifferently.

Maybe it wasn't Fang who I had kissed. Just some random dark-haired pretty boy?

I tried to look into his eyes, but he purposely averted his gaze, convincing me all the more that it was him.

I quickly swallowed the tablet, looking away. "Do you know what you drank?" Iggy asked me softly.

I shook my head, not wanting to talk.

Iggy tried again, "Do you at least know the percentage it had?"

I choked back a little laughter as Fang looked at his best-friend calmly, "You dumb-shit. How would she know the percentage if she didn't know the name? She was drunk."

Iggy raised his hands in mock surrender, "My bad."

"But," Fang started. "I think I saw her some time through the party, drinking some Jock Andiels."

Smooth lie, Fang, Smooth.

Iggy looked back at me and gaped, "That is some hard whiskey. Why the hell would you drink that?" He than looked back at Fang, "If you saw her, why didn't you take it off her?"

Fang shrugged calmly, "She had already finished the bottle."

I would've thought Iggy would've carried on interrogating him, and maybe asked why he had left me, if he had seen me drunk with an empty whiskey bottle- that would've been hard to answer, because my suspicions probably were correct, and he didn't leave me- Damn, he's seeming nicer and nicer in my head - I kissed him, and then ran off.

In stead, Iggy turned to me, staring in awe.

"You finished the whole bloody bottle? You should be out cold right now, or having your stomach pumped!" Iggy exclaimed.

After taking a few more swigs of my water, I piped up, my voice scratchy, "I thought you wanted to see how well I could hold down my drink?"

"Not like this!"

Fang cut in, "I don't think she finished the whole thing. I think other people were using it to pour shots, and she grabbed it."

Iggy face-palmed, "She's such an idiot."

"I'm still here," I reminded them, my mouth still dry. I was irked.

"Well, if you had carried on drinking, you wouldn't be!" Iggy cried.

I know I shouldn't have, but I started to laugh, " I love you Iggy," I said smiling weakly. "I appreciate you trying to take care of me but I'm hungry."

"Nudge is finding a waffle house," Fang informed me, looking away from my face.

I had tried to forget he said 'Sorry', because I am sure as hell that Nudge or Iggy put him up to it.

But the kiss?

That just added to the cluttered pile of shit that I now call my life.

I didn't know who it was. He knew it was me, and yet he still kissed me. Did he do that to everybody he hated?

I nodded slowly, and lay back down, resting my head on somebody's coat. It smelt nice and fresh, like it had just come out of the wash.

I breathed it in, and closed my eyes again, shifting around on the uncomfortable bench, and trying to rest and stop my head from aching.

After they dragged me to the Waffle house, about fifteen minutes walking distance, (Iggy took me on a piggy-back. When he get tired, Fang offered, but I immediately declined) I sat on a separate table with JJ, Tess and Nudge, while Fang and Iggy sat across the diner, talking in hushed tones. I desperately wanted to know what they were talking about, seeing as they kept looking over.

3rd Person POV

"Fang, man," Iggy started, punching Fang's shoulder, as he stood from the Waffle house seating booth, "What's wrong with you?"

Fang looked up at him oddly from his seat, "What do you mean?"

"Are you really going to ask me that?" Iggy said, frustrated. "I've been your best friend for years. Why are you acting to awkward around me? And so... different around Max?"

Fang sighed, playing with a salt shaker, " I'm not acting different."

"Yeah, and I'm not stupid. Did Max hit you or something?" Fang gave him a funny look, "... Oh shit. Did she tell you about me and that Gemma girl? Cause I swear, she came onto me."

Fang raised his eyebrows, "Gemma?"

Iggy shrunk back into his seat, "She didn't tell you?"

"Yeah, well, I'd like you to tell me now."

"Uhm," Iggy started, looking slightly flustered, "you know that girl, 'Gemma Hartley'; the only girl you actually ever paid attention to in Middle School... Yeah, well, she kissed me back in eighth grade."

Fang started to chuckle, "I only paid attention to her, because she kissed me in the seventh. I only looked at her once in a while to make sure she wouldn't pounce on me again."

"Oh."

"By the way, how does Max know that little fact?" Fang asked, smiling.

"Oh, you know..." Iggy mumbled, "We used to meet up a bit after high-school."

Fang raised his eyebrows, "Really? How often?"

"Once or twice a week."

Fang stared in shock, sparing a few glances over at Max, "Once or twice a week?"

Iggy nodded, blushing.

"Damn, Iggy. I knew you were friends with her, but not that good friends."

"What?" Iggy said, joking around, "You thought I just talked to her a little in high-school, and then came here and magically striked up some brotherly-sisterly friendship with her?"

Fang nodded slowly.

"Well, then you're stupid," Iggy said, before standing up. "Excuse me for a moment, " he said, "I need to go and drop the kids off at the pool."

Fang raised his eyebrows.

"I need to go take a shit," he clarified, leaving and going to the Men's bathroom, across the restaurant.

Why didn't you just say that?

"Oh," Fang replied belatedly, before looking over at Max.

She still looks a little drunk, he thought, smirking a little, but damn, even whens she's drunk, she sure is a good kisser.

"Why didn't you tell me about these little get-togethers?" Fang asked, genuinely feeling upset, but not showing it.

Iggy shrugged, " She hated you. I guess she still does..."

"Thanks," Fang mumbled sarcastically, biting into his waffle.

"Well, she does have good reasons."

Fang shrugged, his anger flaring as excuses started to whiz through his mind, "It's not my fault she fancied me, It's not my fault she was stupid enough to write a sappy poem, and it's not my fault that ugly girl read it out to the lunch hall."

Iggy sighed, leaning back in his seat, "You can be such a- Wait a moment, what?" His eyes widened, "You still don't know?"

Fang ignored him and carried on, " You and I both know I fancied her like hell back then. If she had just walked over and told me how she felt, instead of letting that Brigid girl get her hands on that poem, none of this would've happened. Actually, I found that poem quite... creepy, but I still fancied her all the same."

Iggy forgot about what he was about to say for a moment and asked the question that had been bugging him for years, "Why did you laugh then?"

"I was under peer pressure, you idiot!" Fang growled quietly, roughly taking another morsel of waffle, "I'm not perfect, I do have my flaws. My life isn't some romance novel like yours. You and I both know that we were too stupid and popular back then to care more about girls then our popularity status'."

Iggy shrugged, "You do have a good point. I think I might have done the same..." Iggy then remembered what he was going to say before, "But I can't believe you still don't know."

"Don't know what?" Fang demanded tiredly, setting down his fork to pour more syrup on his waffles.

Iggy shrugged, " I think you know it, but-"

"Just tell me already."

"Max didn't write that poem for you. If you took enough time to know her personality, you would've easily realised that what Brigid said was all bullshit. You just fancied Max cause she was hot, not because of her personality."

Fang raised his eyebrows, ignoring the last comment, "Max did write that for me, it had my name on it," he whispered airily, protesting.

"No it didn't, you dumb-shit. Did you even check the paper?" Iggy spooned another helping of sugary strawberries into his mouth.

Fang opened his mouth to reply, but then shut it, realising he was wrong, "No."

"The poem was for that homework assignment; the one on love? Max wanted to try something original, so she tried doing Unru-, Unri- Unre-"

"Unrequited?" Fang supplied, helpfully, stifling his laughter with the waffle.

"Yeah, that. She tried doing unrequited love and Brigid just pretended it was to you."

Fang went serious, "No-"

"Yes, ask her, ask any one of them," he pointed towards the girls table.

Oh shit, so all the times she denied writing it for me, she was telling the truth?

Fang sighed, "Why are you telling me this now? It doesn't really help. It's just making me feel bad."

Iggy scoffed, "You feel bad? What about the way you treated her at the beach? Or her coursework, huh? She's never done anything that bad to you."

"The coursework was a mistake," Fang whispered angrily, seeing the girls look their way. He stuffed another piece of waffle in his mouth.

"And what about the beach? Why were you so cold to her then?"

Fang was lost for words, I was jealous, and I was stupid, he thought, realisation dawning over him. I need to redeem myself. I sound like such a prick, even to myself.

"I helped her today, at the party."

"Oh really?" Iggy said sarcastically. "Because when Max was throwing up all over the floor, and almost passed out, I didn't see you there."

Fang didn't know what to say, Should I tell him about the kiss? No. "I was there, I tried to help her, but she ran away from me."

Iggy looked at him weirdly, before starting to laugh, "Damn, she hates you that much?"

Fang nodded uneasily, "Nobody deserves what I did to her, she was so sweet back in High-school. So much more feminine, and she even used to be called Maxine-"

"I prefer Max, suits her more," Iggy offered, pouring some syrup on his hand, and licking it off.

"I hate to think I had anything to do with that change."

Iggy stopped playing around, and scoffed, "You had everything to do with that change. Man, you may think it was just a little bullying, but everywhere she went around the school, some kid made fun of her. It wasn't just you, but you were the reason for it. I can't believe we were such dumb-shits back then. I wish I could go back and help her in some sort of way."

Fang nodded, "Every-time I see her, I feel that way. I even went to her room a few weeks ago, with some big prepared apology, but I just chickened out, and wrote 'Sorry' on a post-it note, before getting out of there."

"I kind of prefer the new Max, she seems alot happier. It's easier to joke around with her these days."

Fang shrugged, "I wouldn't know, since she doesn't 'joke' around with me."

Iggy laughed, drinking some water.

"Fang?" he asked gently, "Why were you so... cold around her? You were so nice when she wasn't around. What did she do to you? She was always so nice to us lot."

Fang shrugged, "I was stupid back then. I was under serious peer-pressure, and I didn't want to lose my popularity title-"

"No," Iggy cut in, "The popularity thing has nothing to do with it. Before and after that incident, you always used to swiftly ignore confessions and date requests. You never laughed, or teased after it. You're popularity status never changed. So why did you do it to Max?"

Fangs hands tightened around the desk in annoyance, "You know I told you I had a little crush on her before, right?"

Iggy nodded.

"It wasn't true. I fancied her so bad, before and after. You know how pretty she was," and still is," and how many boys used to ask her out; I used to get so jealous. Even after the incident, although the numbers decreased, boys would still nag her to go out with them; she thought it was annoying, so I thought if I asked her out, especially after the incident, she would reject me. It used to upset me, so I started to try and hate her. It kind of worked, but I know for a fact that I still fancied her."

After five years of waiting, I finally got the kiss I wanted from her, but despite the fact the fact that she ran away from me, that was one of the best kisses I have ever experienced, Fang thought back to the stuffy little cupboard, and smiled.

Iggy didn't see the smile, and looked at him surprised, " I already knew about how much you fancied her before, it was obvious. You were like in love with her. That's why I was so confused when you got her supposed 'love confession', and you started to hate her. I thought you only liked her because she was hard to get."

"No. I'm not like that, " Fang kicked him under the table.

"So... al the coursework, and the beach things, were your attempt at trying to ...hate her?"

Fang nodded meekly, "And I was jealous."

"The surfer guy got you jealous?" Iggy snorted.

"She hates me now," Fang stated in a dull, uninterested voice, ignoring Iggy's last statement, "I wouldn't blame her if it stayed that way."

Iggy smiled, leaning over the table, "But, the real question now is..." Fang flinched, knowing what was coming.

"When the hell will we get our bill for the waffles?"

Iggy sank back into his seat, leaving Fang looking dumbfounded.

"Only kidding... But seriously, do you still like her?" He leant forward, looking slightly amused.

Fang was silent, mulling it over in his head, Should I tell him? I should lie, right? But I can't, he might see right through it.

Since the kiss, I can certainly feel some old feelings resurface, he thought sadly.

He finally settled on one, vague word, " Possibly."

Uh, cliffhanger much?

That's the reason why I didn't do any Fang POV throughout this story; because I didn't want ya'll to know the excuses for why he did those things. I don't want him to be perfect, and I kind of wanted to to be realistic. I don't think any high-school/secondary-school kid would give up their popularity status, or lose their friends for a girl they fancy. He did those things at the beach because he didn't want to see Max and Sam together, and he was jealous, also he was trying to hate her. There are more reasons in the next chapters! Mwahaha.

I hope this has all cleared up; I don't think it's moving too fast, seeing as Max doesn't like him, but Fang always has, but then he started to hate her because he wanted to stop feeling so whipped about her, and I quote 'old feelings resurface'. See?

Okie Dokie. I'm aiming for 460 reviews, okay? Please try! Otherwise I'll be bad, and won't update for two weeks and a half like just now. I didn't update on a Tuesday, so I'm slightly upset. I'm actually thinking of updating again on a Tuesday, because I have people you check for this story only on Tuesdays O.o

Please read, and Review. What do you think of Fangs excuses?

PS. SUCKAS. I'm still on holiday! (unless you still are too?)