Ahhhh the sister hogged my computer yesterday to go on sims3. Literally, ALL DAY. Like, no joke. No exaggeration. She was mega determined to make our house. I must say, it turned out pretty well, except the only part that was fucked up and confused her, was my room, of course. Hahahha
And sorry I couldn't upload this earlier, my dad, sister, and I were on vacation in North Carolina with no internet access for a whole 10 days.. i'm not quite sure how I survived.
I remember a question asking if my username was a reference to the "Warriors," series by Erin Hunter. And the answer is yes. Lol (if you guys have any questions for me just ask them and i'll answer :) lol. So yeah)
Concerning the last chapter, this is what I meant by "bat-wings.." yeah... i'm pretty sure you've all seen at least one version of this shirt, so yeah. → (delias . com ) .?itemID=55932&categoryID=2571&sizeFilter=&colorFilter=&brandFilter=
anyway, i'm still super sorry for the wait! so here (insert heart)!:
I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes.. well, not exactly, my eyes were still closed when I woke up.. I could see that the light was shining onto my eyes, through my eyelids. How about that?.. no that doesn't make sense either. Oh well, you get the idea.
I walked downstairs after combing down and fixing the bird's nest that my hair had been turned into overnight, and took out the carton of orange juice from the fridge to take a drink. Just as I started drinking out of it, JJ came down and yelled at me for drinking out of the carton after she told me not to... I probably should have listened to her, but I mean, it's so much work to actually get out the glass and pour it into the glass, put the carton back in the fridge, and then finally drink your juice. Yes, I am very aware of how lazy I am (A.N. fun-fact about me!: I don't actually drink out of cartons. Lol), but I went through the steps of how to drink orange juice nonetheless.
After eating breakfast, drinking my orange juice (A.N. it just occurred to me that I don't like orange juice because it gives me a headache... I wonder why I used it 0.o), and washing the dishes, I went back upstairs to get ready for school... I hate school. I really do. The only reason I still get up in the morning to go to that hell is to see Fang, Nudge, Iggy, and the whole gang (A.N. I wanted to put "flock" there, but then I realized that it wouldn't have made much sense :P). I got dressed in a pair of black, skinny jeans and a light grey tank top with a black crop-top that dropped off of one of my shoulders (A.N. this is only if you don't know what I'm talking about: by "dropped off one of my shoulders," I mean like, the sleeve on one shoulder would be not on the shoulder like a normal t-shirt, but farther down the arm, like between the shoulder and elbow. I'll just show a picture next chapter...), along with my black and white checkerboard vans.
I took my skateboard as my ride to school today.. it was relatively early and I had the time. I thought of Fang mostly, and of the upcoming homecoming dance. I was thinking of going, but only if he asks me to. Just because I'm his girlfriend, doesn't mean he doesn't have to ask me to it. I know what you're thinking. "Max? Dance? You're joking." Well, no joke here. I promised Nudge. Now you get it, right?
I got to school (A.N. again, because I never have any idea what day of the week it is, I asked my dad to pick a day, and he picked Friday.. I think he was making a reference to Rebecca Black because he laughed after.) with a good half-hour to spare, and went straight to my locker. I unpacked all of my books and binders and put my skateboard into my locker. I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist, and I jumped.
"Dammit, Fang. You know how freaked out I get when I don't know someone's behind me."
"Whoops," he said with a chuckle. We sat down in front of my locker and started to talk about random stuff like cheese, video games, etc.
"Can I see your phone?" I asked.
"Sure," he said, handing me his iPhone. "I'll be right back, I have to use the restroom." Fang got up and left to go pee and I started going through random stuff on his phone. I opened up Safari and looked through all of his tabs. I got to the last one and found nothing out of the ordinary, until I saw who's email he was on... mine. Now I know email is not a big thing, but my email had everything. It had my personal stuff, personal photos (A.N. No, nothing dirty, silly..), personal information, everything. And the page was opened up on one of my emails from my dad.. before he died.
I stood up and stormed over to the nearest boy's bathroom. I barged into the bathroom and saw a few guys quickly zip up their flies, and a few peek over the stalls to see what was going on before freaking out that there was a girl in the bathroom.
"FANG." was the only thing I said before many arms pointed towards the person I wanted to see. He was leaning against a corner with a cute, sandy blonde guy and a very cute brunette. Anyway, not my point. Fang had his eyes wide open, and his dark brown eyes were staring at me.
"Um, Max.. I don't think you're supposed to be in here. It's kind of the boys' bathroom." He said with a laugh. A few of the guys in the room laughed too, but a quick glare from me shut them up pretty quickly.
"Um, Fang..," I quoted, "I don't think you're supposed to be on my email. It's kind of, oh, I don't know, mine, you asshole."
"Shit.. did I leave that open?" He asked, his mood completely changing.
"Uh, yeah. You kind of did."
"Okay, Max, I can totally explain," Fang insisted, walking towards me, hands out in front of him, most likely to protect himself incase I decided to attack him.
"Really? How so?" I asked back, challenging him.
"Well... um.. you left your email up on my phone from last time and.. well.. Max, you have to admit it is partly your fault for leaving it up.."
"I know it is, but at the most it's only 2% my fault.. just because it's open, doesn't give you the right to go through all of my emails, photos, and whatever other crap is on there, Fang."
"I'm sorry, Max. Alright, I screwed up. I really am sorry and if there's anything I can do-"
"Forget it, Fang! You know better than to do what you did. I know you do. So until you get your head screwed on right, I think that it's better that we take a break." I slammed his phone onto the ground, cracking the screen, and ran out of the boys' bathroom.
**Let the time pass!**
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes, Nudge! God, that's what happened, and that's what he did. He can't take it back!"
"But.. but... but it just doesn't make any sense! Surely he knows that when a girl is ready to tell him something, she will, and that he can't go snooping around in her stuff! I mean, all boys know that.. right?"
I glared at her for being so hopeful about the topic.
"I don't think so, Nudge. Not every boy is "Prince Charming." You should know that, too. Remember Chris?"
Nudge fell rather silent after I brought up Chris. Her, Ella, and I were in my room, discussing what happened today. Nudge was leaning against my bed, I was on it, and Ella was sitting backwards on my spinney desk chair, facing us (A.N. so it's like, your legs are straddling the seat, and you're facing the back of the chair, completely turned around.. like, okay, yeah.).
"I still don't get it," said Ella. "Fang has always had a thing for being very respectful of other people's things. I mean, being Fang and all, you'd think that he would know something about invading other people's stuff."
"Well, I guess that we were all wrong about him. He went through my email, read them, and he just went through everything." I was on the verge of tears, over a guy. What the hell was wrong with me? What had happened to the invincible Maximum Ride? Oh, right, she turned into a complete puddle of emotions when she had finally gotten her first real boyfriend. Yes, real. I've had some in the past, but they were never really into me.
"Hahaha! Look at little Maxie, all upset that she never had a boyfriend who loved, and cared about her!"
"Little bitch, no one is ever really going to like you!"
"The money people can make on a bet that includes the insecure, baby that calls herself Maximum Ride!"
All of the memories of the boys who had been dared to ask me out, the girls that had teased me about it, and the other boys who had bet hundreds of dollars that they could get me to say, "yes," to going out with them, started to flood through my head.
"You guys.. I think I seriously just fucked up the only relationship I'm ever going to have.." I said.
"No, you didn't. He did. Fang screwed up, Max. Not you," Nudge stated.
"But I don't think it was necessary to be so cruel to or break up with him the way I did.."
"Well, let's make a list of all the things that are good about Fang, and all of the times he's screwed up," Ella suggested.
"I don't know, El. I mean, what will that accomplish?" I asked her.
"Well, we can see which things he did cross each other out, and see if you should give him another chance or not. I don't know, it's up to you, he is your boyfriend. It was just a suggestion."
"Ex-boyfriend," I corrected.
"No, no, he's your boyfriend-on-hold." Nudge said.
"Ex," I challenged.
"On-hold," Nudge argued back.
"Okay, so I'm going to put a stop to this before it get's to where we were before. Sound good? 'Kay, cool." Ella said.
We didn't come up with the list, but I did have a small moment where I went through a whole montage of good and bad things that happened between Fang and I. The dates, the awkward and stupid break-ups, everything.
Lissa P.O.V.
Well that made my job a whole hell of a lot easier. They broke up on their own, so I don't have to do anything about that. Too bad Fangy-Poo will still have to.. test... this serum because if I have any chance of keeping him for my own, and not going back to Little Miss Maximum Ride, then he's going to have to completely forget about her.. for good..
"You of all people, why did you want to see me? Hell, why am I even here, I hate you. I repeat: I hate you."
"Yes, yes, I know. But I know how much you love to pull pranks, and I have the ultimate thing to use for an awesome prank, alright."
"Okay.. do explain.."
"Well, if you put this," I handed the boy Daddy's serum, "in someone's drink, it'll explode right in their face."
"And who did you want this to go to?"
"Fang."
"..Why Fang? I don't want to be part of one of your messed up "get Fang all to myself" plans. I'm team Max, Lissa."
"It's not! I just want to get back at him for dumping me."
"Sorry, Lissa. I don't want in."
"I'll give you $100." I bribed, as my devious prankster began to walk away.
"$1000."
"$300."
"$800."
"$500, take it or leave it."
"...Fine. But if this ends up being part of something that's going to hurt Fang or Max emotionally, you're going to get it."
I pulled out five, new 500 dollar bills from my wallet, and payed the kid for his services.
"Now get lost, and don't tell anyone." I told him.
"Yeah, yeah.."
That's right, Iggy.. give Fang the one thing that will make him mine forever..
So I lied to the kid, big deal. As long as I had Fang, no one can do anything to me..
Ta-da!... okay. School for me starts on the 23rd.. so maybe a chapter before then, and then it'll most likely be a once a month thing =/
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