First of all, I would like to thank dancerbell12 and BookHunter for reviewing! You guys really and truly rock! :D Secondly, I would like to ask: HOW MANY PEOPLE JOINED THE FANG COMPETITION FOR THE MISSING CHAPTER?? I did! When the results come out, I'll post it on fanfic so you guys can read it. I would really like your opinion on it! Let's get back to the story now…:]

"Ready?" Max asked.

I bent down to tie my shoelaces, nodded, and smiled evilly at the thought of beating Paul to a pulp and humiliating him in front of his jock friends.

"Yup."

"All right. Let's do this."

I grabbed my jacket and ran out the front door to catch up with Max. Damn, she was infuriated. I liked it.

"Hey, aren't we gonna fly there?" I asked.

"Nah," she replied. "We gotta make a grand entrance. Let them laugh their asses off. They won't be laughing when we beat 'em up."

She had a point. Max had chosen the best place for a fight. We entered the abandoned alleyway. It was a perfect place to watch someone get their ass kicked too.

I didn't say anything 'cause I knew that Max would puff up like a puffer fish if I'd told her. I just silently walked, looking straight ahead at the nothingness in front of me while all the guys who'd came to watched jeered, mocking us and laughing.

"Assholes," Max muttered under her breath. I felt her stiffen, and knew that she was ready to kick ass.

(By the way: who's seen that movie? Is it good? I wanna watch it! Kick ass seems interesting…)

I held her back and mumbled, "Save it for the fight. They're not worth it anyways."

"You're right," she agreed.

"Hey douchebag!"

Great. Paul had arrived.

"You ready?" Max asked, and I knew that she was just itching to beat him up with just one easy move, but even she knew that we needed a good demonstration.

"Uh-huh. I hope you're ready too. As you can see, I invited the whole team. You'll be their hero if you, by some stroke of luck, win."

Max snorted.

"I won't be needing any luck, unlike you."

"Come on!" Some random guy yelled. "Start the freakin' fight already! We didn't pay twenty bucks for this crap!"

"You made them pay you?" Max and I snarled at the same time.

Paul scoffed.

"A guy has to make a living somehow."

Max turned on her heal, and I heard the dry leaves crackle beneath her feet.

"Yo. The name's Max and I'm here to kick this dude's butt." There was a roar of laughter. Max ignored it. "If I win, my friend Iggy over there is gonna get a go at him. And if he also wins, Paul has to give all of your money back. Sound good to you guys?"

Everyone cheered.

"During this demonstration, I will name each of my moves so that Iggy, who's sightless, will know what I'm doing."

"He's blind?" another guy asked. "This is too good to be true."

All of his friends laughed in agreement. I just shook my head. These guys were total idiots. Oh well, maybe they'd learn something new today.

The crowd did a countdown.

"THREE! TWO! ONE!"

I heard a swishing noise and a grunt.

"Oh no!" Max said in mock fear. "Are you okay? Sorry, I'm pretty good at jumping."

I was guessing Paul had charged at her and she'd flown up.

"Here, lemme give you a hand." I heard a loud crash and leaves flew everywhere. She'd flipped him on his back. "This, folks, is my infamous Boulder Crash. See, you just take the guy by his feet like this, and you fling him around," I heard Paul screaming. "And then you just let go! Whoa, daddy, look at 'im go! He's flying!"

There was another loud crash and the ground shook as Paul fell to the floor.

The crowd booed.

"Go get 'er man!"

"What the hell? You gettin' beat up by a girl?"

"Loser!"

I chuckled. This was probably Paul's worst day ever. I, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying it.

Paul yelled and charged at Max again.

"Time for a little bit more physical contact. Ooh, he's trying to punch me." I heard a loud "SNAP!" and knew that Max had grabbed his fist and twisted it around the wrong way.

"You broke my hand!" Paul shrieked it pain.

"Don't worry," Max assured him. "It'll heal in a couple of days. My mom's a veterinarian, as you know. She takes care of animals like you. You should probably let her bandage you up after we're done."

The crowd oohed. Even I had to laugh, even though Max's wit usually drove me nuts.

The leaves crackled once again as Paul staggered.

"Oh, God, you're so terrifying!" Max said mockingly. "Look! Aww, he still hasn't given up."

I heard Paul's breath, ragged and heavy. He grunted with every swing of his fist. He was still trying to land at least one punch on Max.

There was a woosh and I realized that Max had jumped up again, and landed on Paul's back.

"Sorry pal, but game over."

The crowd went wild. Everyone was dissing Paul for being such a "ninny" and telling Max that she fought "just like a dude."

"All right, all right! Calm down!" Max yelled. "Guess Paul lost to me, but he has to get beaten up by Iggy too, so you guys can get your money back. Whaddaya say? Should we give the fellow a break, or shall we proceed to the next match?"

All of the basketball players hooted when they heard the second option.

"All right," Max said. "Next match it is. Yo Iggy! C'mere!"

I got up from my seat and walked next to Max.

"Iggy here is one of my best friends, and the second best fighter I know, despite that he can see zilch. Is that true talent or what?"

The crowd roared.

"Got anything you wanna say to these people, Ig?"

"Yeah. Don't be an asshole like Paul and I won't kill you in your sleep."

Everyone cheered.

I turned around and walked right up to Paul, who was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Ready for the fight of your life?" I growled.

YAYYY! I like it when dudes fight for girls! Call me lame/cheesy/whatever, but I find it extremely romantic. Ha. I just read my story from beginning up to this chapter, and I just thought that it would make a great movie. Lotsa action. Lotsa romance. Lotsa ass-kickin'. What else does a good movie need?

Anyhow, advice, ideas, criticism, and questions are important to me.
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Oh, and for my readers who like art, I'm a real artsy person, and maybe you might wanna check out this project I've got going on in Flickr. (additional info in my profile)

Keep being awesome!

And don't do drugs. Drugs are for douchebags.

And don't forget to R&R!
-Nesibe