Iggy: Oh God. (runs to my side) Aya. Aya, can you hear me? Aya!

Max: What happened? (waves hand to my face)

Iggy: She's not blinking. She's not breathing. She's just staring ahead. This could only mean one thing.

Max: What?

Iggy: She saw Final Destination. The last movie. She's traumatized. Aya, did you see Final Destination?

Me: DO NOT EVER SAY THOSE WORDS EVER AGAIN!! Yes! Yes, I saw it! AAAAHHHH!! Blood, all I see is blood! It was awful. And horrifying. I never want to see it again! (runs away)

Max: Wow. How did you know?

Iggy: Well, Aya's not a big fan of horror movies. Especially that movie.

Max: Well, what are we going to do with this chapter? It's a good thing she wrote it down first. I'll type it. Grab me a piece of that pizza. And not the smallest one!

Iggy: Dang it!

Chapter 24

Fang POV

Uh oh.

We are caught.

I'm in big trouble.

For the second time.

I stood up quickly. "Mom, it's not what you think."

Mom exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding. "Oh, Thank God. You have clothes on. Don't ever do that again." She pointed a finger at me. She turned to Max. "And you, missy, you have to go home. You have school tomorrow." She closed the door and left us there.

I looked at Max, who was already by my side, "Well, I guess I have to go." When I didn't answer, she went to the door. But before she can even touch the knob, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "Uhhh..."

I kissed the top of her head and let her go. She half-smiled. She kissed my cheek. She opened the door and she waved goodbye.

Girlfriend. I like that. I like that very much.

Her lips still lingered in my cheek.

My alarm clock rang. I got up and yawned. I pushed open the curtains and squinted at the sun. Well, another day at that ridiculous school. Thirty-seven more days and I can get a taste of that sweet, sweet freedom!

And after that, four more years of school.

Still, I can get away from my mother's wrath. And punishments.

I showered then put on my clothes. I went downstairs still yawning. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and poured milk. Without using a spoon, I basically ate the cereal with just my mouth. It was already half-full when Iggy came to the kitchen.

"Dude," Ig said in a disgusted voice. "This is why they invented spoons. Use one!" He saw the bacon still sizzling in the stove. I could see his mouth already watering. He reached and grabbed a handful, not even realizing it was freaking hot. He shoved the bacon to his mouth and chewed. With his mouth open.

"Look who's talking." I murmured and just ate my leftover cereal. I washed my hands on the sink and wiped it at the back of Iggy's shirt.

"Fang! This is new!" He tried to look at the back of his shirt. He's not making any improvement.

I just smiled. Gazzy and Angel came to the room and saw Iggy. "Why is he doing that like a dog chasing his own tail?" Gazzy asked.

I shrugged. "Ask the dog yourself." Then, Mom joined.

"Mom! Fang just called me a dog! And a pig!" Iggy pointed at me like a three-year old.

"Fang?" Mom asked, with her eyebrows raised.

I shrugged. "Just called him a dog. You saw what he was doing."

Mom glared at Iggy. Ig was astounded. "Stop that. It's ridiculous. And, man up. It's just water. It'll get dry." Angel giggled. But stopped when Iggy glowered at her, and just went on chewing her Pop Tart. Gazzy was also trying hard not to laugh. He was almost this close to sputtering his oatmeal at Iggy.

Ah. Another day and another Iggy-getting-humiliated-day. Best kind of days ever.

I yawned just as soon as I stepped out of my car. I parked at our usual spot. But the space beside ours was empty.

Then a black Audi parked in it.

Or not.

I realized the car was familiar. It was Max's car. Max came out and smiled when she saw me. I half-smiled back. My girlfriend. (I so love that word!) "Told you!" Iggy yelled at Gazzy.

"Why do you have to be so right? Fine, I'll do the cleaning next time." Gazzy sighed.

I looked at them questioningly. "We had a bet whether you two are," Iggy crossed his two fingers. "this. And I'm right!" He and Gazzy walked away, with Gazzy still sighing. Nudge and Ella winked at me.

I just smiled and went to my locker. I feel like Max was staring at me when I walked away.

Finally! All the morning classes are done! Lunch!

Ooh. Pizza. Cheese pizza. I bought two pieces of pizza, a can of soda, and an apple. When I paid for them, I tried to find a suitable table for me.

I am not sitting with Lissa's friends ever again. Nuh uh.

See, when Max ate on her first day here, she was sitting beside J.J. She's this pale skinny girl who I thought was kinda cute before And still is.

Today, their table was not full. Just the two of them. The usual. I decided to sit with them. When I placed my tray down, they both stopped talking. I think J.J. stopped breathing. She just stared at me while I sat down.

I nodded at them. Max was glaring at me. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be sitting there?" She pointed where Lissa sat with her stuck-up "friends".

I shook my head. "Wait," J.J. said, still gaping at me. "You know him?" She asked Max. "You know him? You know Nicholas Walker?" Ugh. I hate my name. I sound like a wimp.

Though Max hated to admit it, she nodded. "Oh. My. God! My best friend know the most popular guy in the whole school!" She frantically waved a hand to her face.

Max slapped her forehead. "J.J., please, can you quiet down?" To me she asked, "Why are you really here? I demand an explanation. No lies." Her lips were a straight line. She's serious.

"What, I can't sit with my girlfriend?" I asked her back.

Which wasn't the best answer right then.

J.J. was looking at us, back and forth. She was gaping. Her face paled. "Catch her, she's going to faint."

Max shook J.J.'s shoulders. She blinked many times. "Girlfriend?" She asked me with a aqueak. "What?"

I laughed. I nodded. J.J. looked at me with squinted eyes. "I thought you were dating her." I knew who she was referring to. Lissa. And she also said the pronoun with so much hate. You got me, girl!

I just shook my head. "Fine, if you don't want me here, I'll eat outside with Ig and Gazzy." I started to stand up and turn around but Max said, "You can stay. Just don't humiliate me." I nodded.

"This is gonna be cool!" J.J. cried out.

Oh, no.

I had World History last hour. We are now talking about World War II. The Holocaust.

I am very sensitive on this topic. I hate Hitler. Because he committed genocide. Why would he kill millions of Jews, Gypsies and other people who he thought was not a part of his "Third Reich"? Isn't he part Jew? All those innocent people, all they want is to live! And Hitler took that right from them! It's kinda like the Civil War! He's racist! Not just racist, he wanted to kill all Jews in this world. He wanted to wipe their existence out of this world. "Thou shall not kill." Isn't that a part of the Ten Commandments? It's just right that Hitler's dead!

But what would it be like when Hitler's still alive? I bet people would trash-talk him. Haha. All the Jews would be humiliating him. That would be fun to watch. Hitler getting humiliated.

Anyways, just a couple more minutes and it's the weekend.

Maybe I'll ask Max out. Or maybe not.

Maybe I'll tutor her. Maybe not.

What can I do with Max this weekend?

A/N: Give me an F! Give me an I! Give me an N! Give me the letters like N-A-L-L-Y! Put it all together! What does it spell? (screams)

Iggy: FINNALLY? Really, Aya? Wow. That movie really messed-up your brain. It's F-I-N-A-L-L-Y. There's only one N. Remember that.

Me: Oh. (nods) OK. Anyways, here's what happened to my week!

1. I wrote my Last Will. I had so much fun writing it!

2. My brother had detention today. (giggles)

3. My brother is banned to all electronic gadgets in this apartment. Except for the TV and my iPod. Wee! (jumps up and down)

4. Ashley actually asked me if she can have my green plaid long-sleeved Aeropostale boyfriend shirt when I die. I said yes. Lia said it was awful to ask me that. I didn't care. I think my shirt doesn't even fit her.

5. My English teacher said that I "live in my world." And that I "shouldn't be disturbed because I'm at peace." Thank you, Mrs. Workman. Those were not really her exact words. I made some minor tweaks. :D

6. I just found out that I'm not the only one in my school who hates Justin Bieber! Yay me!

7. Catie and Chelsea wanted me to draw them a drawing. Noooo!!

Iggy: OK, OK. That's enought. We all know that your week was interesting and very horrifying. We get it. (watches Aya walk away)

Max: Is she still OK? (whispers to Iggy)

Iggy: I don't think so. She's still traumatized. I think. But her old witty personality is, just quite, back. And her brain is bruised.

Max: Wow. Horror movies must really change her day. And her life. Note to self: No more horror movies for Aya.

Iggy: RnR?