A/N: 22 days until Last Day Of School!

Iggy: What, you're doing a countdown now?

Max: Duh. What do you think?

Iggy: It's kinda irritating. Just saying.

Chapter 33

Max POV

The whole dress shopping thing didn't really worked out for me.

My hatred for dresses still haven't changed. I still hate it.

But, there were some benefits.

1. I made Fang squeak and blush.

2. I made Fang go insane.

3. I made out with Fang.

4. Uhh...

Yeah, that was it. Don't even ask me about the limitations, because I really don't want to discuss them. That would be a really different story and you really don't want me talking about what I want to do with dresses. And wearing them isn't a "do."

Now let's talk about my education.

In 21 days, I'll be graduating. Oh yeah! Uh huh! Hooray! Hey! Hey! Hey! Yessss!!! Jump up and down with me!

But I still have that problem of getting to a college. I just mailed my college application yesterday. And I can't stand the fact that what if none of the colleges I applied to didn't permitted me?! I'll be stuck in this house with nothing to do but eat chocolate chip cookies! (But that I could live with!)

For those of you wondering what colleges I applied to, well, fine! I'll tell you!

I applied to Harvard (Yeah, like I'll get a chance there), Stanford (Love the beach), Yale (Ugh. Mom made me apply there), Princeton (Nudge still thinks there are princes there), and NYU (Ari suggested that).

So, now you know what colleges I applied for. I still wish I could get a full scholarship in Stanford.

Only one thing is bugging my head.

What colleges did Fang applied for?

That "bug" is clearly messing up my mind.

"So, how was the dress shopping?" J.J. asked me, while I took my books from my locker. I closed it, and stared at her. She was grinning a cherry-lip-glossed grin.

I didn't grin back. "How do you think?" I said, coldly.

"It was that bad?" She said, now by my side. She switched her books and notebooks to her other arm.

"It was awful!" I cried out. I opened the door of the room and went in.

"What was awful?" asked Lissa. Ugh. I wish she was dead. I glared at her face. Her totally fake and make-up-plastered face. She looks like a clown, just like always.

You. "Nothing. My weekend was awful." I faked a smile and moved on. Once I sat on my seat, J.J. didn't sat on hers. She sat on the seat where Iggy was supposed to sit.

"I hate her," I hissed. "I hope she trips on her heels and falls to her face. That way, her face would be all scrunched together in the middle." J.J. laughed. So J.J. started talking about her weekend.

I didn't know she was dating Sam for almost two months! I must really be late in the latest news of reality. We must be really getting into our conversation because we didn't see Iggy standing in front of J.J. We didn't even hear his clearing of throat. He stomped his foot hard. Still, we haven't heard of him.

It was J.J. who noticed him. "Oh, I forgot someone was sitting here." She stood up and handed me a note. I looked at Iggy. Up and down. And repeat.

"What, is there something in my face?" Iggy started touching his face. "Who has a mirror? Who has a freakin' mirror?!" He shouted so loud that the teacher almost fell from his chair. Everyone stared at him with that What-the-hell? face.

Fang was the only one who didn't look at him. "You're so shallow." He said to Iggy, then stared out the window. He rested his chin on his open hand.

I stared at him. Just stared. Then, he suddenly looked back. I was stunned. Those dark, (really) dark eyes stared back at me. I saw his lips quirked just a teensy weensy tiny bit. To me, that was definitely a smile. I smiled. I turned around and tried to concentrate on my essay.

Why can't I breathe?

Ella and Nudge went to their first ever track meet. They were really excited and really confident that there are going to win. Let's just hope.

Now, I'm all alone with Mom again at the house. Their coach said they'll be home at around five or six this afternoon.

I just started typing my essay when the phone downstairs rang. Mom answered it and called that it was for me. From the way her brown eyes sparkled, I'm guessing it was Jeb or Ari or someone else I don't care to know.

Ha! I was definitely wrong.

"Max?" Eep! It's Fang!

My heart skipped two beats. "Yeah?" I answered, my voice a little shaky.

"Are you OK?"

"Uhh, yeah. Why did you ask?" My voice retained to the usual bad-ass tone.

"You sounded kinda nervous there."

"I was not!" I replied, offended. "By the way, why are you calling me? I was in the middle of typing my Holocaust essay." I looked at Mom because she's about to burst out in hysteria. Jesus. Mothers. I shook my head at her and went up to my room instead. Good thing those phones with cords are so last generation.

He was silent in a few minutes. "Do you want to go on a date this Saturday?" He asked, completely ignoring my question.

SAY WHAT?! "Errrr..." Talk about awkwardness.

"It's OK if you don't want to."

"No! NO! I want to!" I said, a little too quickly. Did I sound desperate there? Did I?

"Oh. I thought you didn't want to."

"Pshh!" My voice rose a few octaves. "Of course I want to! Who said I don't?"

He chuckled. I love love love his laugh. It's like music to my ears. Whoa! "Wow. Did I embarrass you or something?"

My face warmed up. Shit! "No, no you didn't. I was just shocked."

"Never heard of a guy ask a girl to a date before?"

Ah! Offensive! "That's so offensive. Of course I have heard guys ask girls to a date before! You don't know how many times I've heard guys ask!" I laughed.

"Don't throw those losers you've dated before in my face." He said, his voice very, very serious. With a hint of possessiveness.

Oh, this was a whole new side of Fang. I've never seen him very possessive. "Oh. OK." I had to bite my lips down to keep from laughing.

"I can hear you laughing. Saturday. Seven."

"Sure! I'll be waiting." I smiled ear-to-ear like the Cheshire cat.

"You better. Gotta go."

"Bye. Take care." Yes, I totally mean it.

"Yeah. I l- Gotta go." BEEEEPP!

I scrunched my face. I was confused.

What did he want to say?

What phrase starts with "I l-blank-blank-blank-something-something-something-whatever-BLAH!"?

A/N: I definitely have a cold. Listen to my freaky, more deep voice!

Max: That's exactly what you posted on Facebook.

Iggy: Ew! You shouldn't be talking to her, Max! She has (lowers voice) germs!

Max: Puh-lease! I'm immune to germs!

Iggy: Suit yourself. (shrugs)

Me: 22 more days! Aah! Ah-ah-ah-achoo!

Max: (moves away from Aya) RnR? (takes the hand sanitizer)