So I just watched the Supernatural episode and I'm not okay so I decided to get my feels out a little by writing. Warning this chapter brushes over something pretty serious but it is not in this actual chapter. Only mentioned. You'll understand when you read because well yeah.
Max POV
Dylan and I had just finished cleaning the floor of frog guts, scraping brain off the tile and so forth, when I asked him if it was okay if I ran home to change first, before the party tonight. He shook his head and said that he might as well go change too. He'd meet me at my room in an hour.
Which I thought was plenty of time, more than needed, until I walked into my room to find Nudge unpacking what looked like thousands of beauty products and Fang lounging across the couch who barely looked like he noticed my entrance.
"What's all this?"
Nudge jumped and whirled around smiling at me. "This is for you. At first I was upset you didn't tell me about the party tonight," my head shot around to Fang. He told. Jerk.
"But I'm willing to overlook that if you let me help you get ready." I continued my glare at Fang but he was preoccupied, his nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Is that you? God you stink." He groaned, pulled himself up and flopped down next to Nudge. As much as I tried to ignore it, his comment stung even though I had a reasonable excuse. Nudge scrunched up her nose as well when the smell reached her.
"Hey it's not my fault I was knee deep in fish guts for the past hour!" I argued defensively.
Fang continued to frown at the t.v but addressed me. "I wasn't talking about the frog gut smell."
"What? Yes you-"
Now his head was turned around to face me head on. "No I wasn't." and in those three words a whole lot of hatred poured out and I recoiled a bit. Then a fire burned in my stomach and I threw back a "Bite me!" and pulled Nudge up the stairs deciding even a makeover was better than sitting around talking to him if he was gonna act like this.
He moved to the bottom of the steps behind us and called back. "Not even if you begged me to."
Nudge smiled "You two are so in love."
"Shut up Nudge. No we aren't"
"Of course you are. That's the only reason he's so bugged by this whole 'party with Dylan' thing. The only reason he's going to it in the first place is for you!" she gushed. I rolled my eyes. She always romanticized things. Especially with Fang and I.
IGGY POV
I knocked on the door on Max's apartment and let myself in before anyone responded and saw Fang pacing back and forth in the kitchen.
"What's the matter? Where's Nudge? Max didn't leave yet did she?" I said startling him out of his trance.
He froze and relaxed against the wall when he noticed me.
"Jeez Ig. Knock much?" I made a woah now expression and was about to tell the man that I had knocked on the door but he was too busy moaning in self-pity over god knows what to notice. Before I had the chance he just held up his hand and let it drop.
"Nevermind. Girls are upstairs."
Girls? "Max is back already?" He nodded.
"So she's going tonight." Another nod. A hand running through his hair. Max was right. Words were not wasted with this one.
"Well crap, that sucks."
Explosion. "I don't want to hear it. It's your fault this guys into her anyway. What the hell, Iggy?"
I stared at him shocked. "Was that a more than 3 word sentence? Max will be so proud." Sarcasm.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
I tried again. "Look jackass I'm trying to be nice here," He raised his eyebrows. "For Max."
He laughed "Well then don't bother. Ever since Mr. Perfect strolled in she hardly gives a shit. Why are you bothering anyway?" He held my gaze strong. Shit.
"Well, thats sort of what I wanted to talk to you about." He was quiet. Thank god. I don't want to have to hit this guy again. Max only barely started talking to me again. "I did some digging on this Dylan kid. He's not… not the best." Fang blinked in confusion.
"What? I thought you liked him, More than me anyway." I winced. This was a bad idea. But I needed help watching over Max tonight and Nudge wasn't exactly the manpower that I required.
"He, he's done some bad stuff to girls in the past." I said quietly. He waited. I sighed. "He gets girls drunk at these…. parties whatever and he has s-. I mean he rap-"
Fang's head shot up and he almost looked alarmed. For his usual passiveness this was new.
"Rape? Where you about to say rape?" His voice was deadly quiet and he stared at me. I nodded staying quiet respecting the fact that with enough anger this guy could probably break my neck.
"He rapes them? This fucking douche rapes girls and you set him up with Max PLAYING FREAKING MATCHMAKER!?"
"Hey! How was I supposed to know? Maybe if you weren't such a massive douche I wouldn't have had to try to keep you and Max apart and set her up with him!"
"Well he's not putting his hands on her" He growled, almost to himself.
I nodded. He looked at me solemnly. "Now I probably don't want to know this but. How? What do we look out for so I can beat his face in?"
I shrugged. "Do I look like some chick he wants to you?" He opened his mouth but I cut him off. "Don't answer that." He dropped his head to bite back a smirk.
"I can answer that question. Though you're right you don't want to know."
What the hell? Gazzy?
"Hey, man." He nodded at me. Towards Fang he said. "You should probably lock your door from now on. Anyone could just walk in."
Fang rolled his eyes to me.
"So after I heard Iggy freaking out this morning I spent all day tracking down those girls. That Dylan took advantage of." Fang raised his eyebrows."She's my best friend too. We grew up together and I'll be damned if some piece of shit takes advantage of her." Fang looked a little surprised but I just waved for Gazzy to go on.
"So what'd you find Gasman?"
He looked back at me."Oh right, so basically he gets them drunk and convinces them to sleep with him. It not rocket science but it works."
Fang's fist curled under his crossed arm and I felt my teeth grind together.
"There's something else. He's pretty persistant, doesn't give up like that," he snapped his fingers. "And uh, he sort of has a 'type' so to speak."
I waited. "Type?"
"Yeah, hot blonde the usual, and um does anyone know. I mean-" He let out a sigh and abruptly turned to Fang. "She a virgin?"
Fang's eyes widened and he looked taken aback. No. No way. That fucking douchebag.
"So help me if you two did it I will rip your-"
"What? No! God course not. Can you imagine how Max would react if I even tried? Guys I'm starting to think we're not giving Max enough credit. She'd kill me before I got my zipper down."
I curled my fists."Damn right she would."
He rolled his head but nodded "Right, so see, same thing goes for him. We'd have first degree murder on our hands."
Gazzy shook his head. "But you wouldn't intentionally try to get her drunk. You guys didn't hear these girls, they were freaked like hell. Sounded like once he found out they never did it before that was all he could think to do. And if they didn't want to do it, he still didn't back off. Hence the term." I hesitated. He turned to Fang "So she definitely is?" Fang winced a little.
"Yeah. I mean as far as I know. She acts like she is."
I turned on him. "What is that supposed to mean?" at the same time Gazzy muttered "Crap."
Fang rolled his eyes and turned to me. "Nothing bad. She's just innocent in a way. In that way I guess."
"So what? That all you do? Daydream about how to take her innocence away?"
"About thirty times a day." He said smirking. Smugly.
"You-!"
"CAN WE FOCUS? Those girls I talked to. They said he wouldn't take no for an answer. Not all of them were flat out drunk. So this won't rely on Max's sense of judgement alone. Which let's admit is spotty at best." Gaz broke in. I was still glaring at Fang writhing in anger.
Fang was still for another second before he bounded towards the stairs. I grabbed him by the sleeve and he pulled back his fist like he was gonna throw a punch. Upon seeing my face he let it drop and his eyes dyed down.
"What are you doing? We should probably stop her shouldn't we?" he growled through his teeth.
I dropped my hand. "Think about it! What is Max going to do the first second we forbid her to go out with him?" He frowned.
"Right. And she probably won't believe us on the other thing. Though we could try." Fang sighed and his eyebrows pulled together.
"What are you guys talking about? Why the hell not? You're not actually suggesting we let her go out with him and cross our fingers and hope for the damn best are you? Is that the plan?" Gazzy stared at us. "Please tell me that's not the plan."
I peeked at Fang from the corner of my eye and slowly shook my head. He nodded in response then turned to Gazzy.
"Over my dead body. She's staying home, even if I've got to threaten her with the rope again." He smirked like there was some inside joke I wasn't getting. Then he turned and bounded up the stairs to Max's room.
I frowned hard. "Rope?" I called up and he laughed. "Hey! What do you mean again?" I was about to keep screaming when I heard the front door opening.
Gazzy and I both looked at each other then took off through the living room. There was Max, looking as beautiful as I've seen her. Of course Max has always been beautiful in a best friend way. I got a kick out of that kid.
She shot me a nervous smile and twirled. "How do I look?"
That was such an odd thing for Max to ask but even so I wasn't born yesterday and in usion Gazzy and I responded "Beautiful"
A horn outside beeped loudly and Nudge grabbed Max's hand pulling her to the door.
"C'mon Max that's Dylan picking us up! You look great, now lets go!" She looked at us. "We'll meet you guys there later."
"No Max! Wait! I have to tell you something!"
Max smiled ruefully and swiftly kissed my cheek on her way out the door. "I've got to go. We'll talk tonight, okay?"
"Hope you can carry us home babe cause tonight we are getting so drunk!" Nudge pressed a quick kiss to my lips and hooked her arm through Max's. It wasn't until they were out the door that I got my thoughts back. Drunk? No. Nonononononono. I quick ran to the door and saw them pull out of the parking lot.
Gazzy returned to me with keys in his hand.
"I'm going to go ahead. Grab them if I can. Go get Fang and follow. Please no killing each other. Not tonight."
I nodded and Gazzy ran out the door. I heard Fang come barreling down the stairs.
"They're not up there. I looked all over- What? What's wrong?"
"They're gone they ran out the door as soon as you went up the stairs."
Fang stared at me. "What? She left without saying goo-" He cut himself off and continued on as if he hadn't said anything. "How are they gone? Why the hell didn't you stop them?"
I shook my head. "I tried. She said we'd talk later and ran out."
He stared at me, shocked. "That? That was you trying? No. Trying would mean grabbing her and locking her in the bedroom, tied to the headboards so she couldn't escape. At least until after the party was over. My God. Asking politely wasn't part of the freaking plan!" By now he was screaming in my face then ran across the room.
"What are you doing." Please not the knives. Please not my knives.
He glared coldly at me. "Getting my girl back before she does something stupid. You coming or what?"
Sorry it's late again I watch Supernatural so if you do to please PM me I need you guys. I'm so tired my god. Alright love you guys nd remember to review ! MAXIMUM RIDE FOREVER IN EXACTLY 4 HOURS 6 MINUTES IM NOT READY
