How Life's Rivers Flow

By Vampire-knows

Lupo

Part of his game. It had to be part of his game. Max couldn't be who he was going for now. And she couldn't be interested in him. She was caught up in my brother last time I checked, a cringe worthy mess if I had ever seen one.

Or maybe it wasn't either. Maybe it was an accident.

No, accidents like this didn't happen with people as meticulous in their way with women as Iggy was.

I headed off to drama, Fang accompanying Aidan and I since his first period was on the way. I leaned over to the blind boy, whispering that his brother was up ahead and hoping he'd get the hint to go catch up with him and leave me and Fang alone.

He did, giving a curt excuse to Fang and I that he needed to make sure Weston was settling in well. As soon as he was gone, I turned my eyes to glance at Fang. "So, that was interesting."

"Never in a million years would I have believed that Max and Iggy could have become a thing," he sighed, a feel of betrayal obvious in his voice.

"So you do think they're a thing?" I asked, trying to get a feel of what was going on. I hadn't witnessed much of Max and Iggy's relationship, but Fang had known them both for a long time.

"I've known Max for years. She wouldn't do something like that without having some commitment to the guy. At least, not as far as I know."

"What about Iggy?" Someone as skilled as him could get what he wants from almost any girl. Max's morals be damned, he could convince her, if he so wished.

"Iggy wouldn't manipulate Max. He wouldn't be with her just to be with her for a night," he sounded so sure of himself while still having a sense of confusion to the idea.

Max and Iggy seemed as foreign an idea to him, and apparently the rest of that group, as sight was to Aidan. And by every inch of his body language, it did not set well with Fang one bit.

And it didn't set well with me either.

I couldn't stomach the conversation anymore, deciding to change the subject, "When are you going to be able to break things off with Lissa since you didn't catch her before school?"

"Probably Spanish, though I'd hate to do it during class," he sighed, slowing his pace as we reached his turn down a different hallway.

"You have to rip the bandage, Fangarang. Better sooner than later."

0-0-

"So, we didn't really get the chance to talk in drama," Aidan started as we strolled through the empty halls towards the beginning of third period. "What are your thoughts on that mess this morning?"

I just groaned, not really sure how to articulate what I was feeling. If this was part of the game, I knew exactly what to do, how to retaliate, what move to make. But I couldn't be sure that it was. He might not even be playing the game anymore and now all I was doing was staring at the empty chair on the other side of the chessboard. "What were your thoughts?"

"Nudge smells like apple cider. Oh, you mean about the mess. JJ needs to cool off a bit. Sounds less like love and more like an obsession. I'm pretty sure Fang has a thing for Max. Iggy's a hot mess, and Max is becoming one too."

I nodded, "Sounds about right. How are things in the Nudge department, by the way?"

"She smells like apple cider and her laugh is my equivalent of heroin."

I couldn't help but laugh, a grin spreading across my face, "Damn, you got it bad."

"I do, I really do."

0-0-

"Have you written anymore for that song?" Aidan asked, swinging his feet from his place on top of one of the big science cabinets. We had found an empty lab to hang out in, just for some new scenery.

"Another verse, yeah," I answered while in the process of trying to put the skeleton models in a dirty position.

"Let's hear it," he ordered, starting the beat on the cabinet door between his legs.

Fight the feeling

Leave it alone

Cause if it aint love

It just aint enough to leave a happy home

Let's keep it friendly

You have to play fair

See I don't care

But I know

She aint gon' wanna share

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?

Don't cha?

Don't cha, baby?

Don't cha?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?

Don't cha?

Don't cha?

"Very good," he commented, swinging his feet even more as to make the cabinet start to rock.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" I asked, watching as its stability began to disappear.

Aidan didn't answer, instead shifting his grip on the cabinet while increasing the power of his swings. Soon, the cabinet came crashing down, books and random supplies spilling out of it. Aidan jumped from the top just as it first began to fall, landing in front of it in perfect pose. "We should probably get out of here now."

I nodded, hearing the commotion from a class down the hallway who were more than likely curious as to what that loud bang had been. I grabbed Aidan's hand, pulled him from the lab, and rushed down the hallway in hopes to get as far away from the scene of the crime as possible.