Maxs PoV
I followed Sam dutifully throughout the day, then he was kind enough to let me sit with him and Dylan at lunch. They sat alone, so I guess they still hadn't recovered from the social fallout being friends with Fang had caused. Which reminds me.
"Hey,Sam?" I said, keeping my voice casual but quiet.
"Yeah?"
"What did Fang do to make everyone hate him so much?" I mean, they can't just hate someone for no reason. So he must have done something, right?
He tensed up, and he and Dylan glanced around before saying anything, as though to make sure no one had heard me. Gosh, paranoid much?
Seeming satisfied that no one was eavesdropping, Sam leaned forward and began speaking in a hushed voice.
"Well, they didn't really hate him. He was just such a good target, you know? For the first few weeks of school, he was kind of invisible. But I guess someone saw his scars or something because one day they all just started calling him emo and beating up on him." I winced, and he shot me a sympathetic look before continuing his explanation.
"The problem was he never fought back. He never said a thing back at them or tried to defend himself. He just took it. He didn't stop them, so they didn't stop. It kept going on until… well, until he left." He said the last part awkwardly, and Dylan shifted, looking uncomfortable.
I nodded slowly in understanding. I learned that lesson well in juvy. You can't be a target. And if someone tries to target you, you make sure that it's the last time.
Fang wasn't like that.
"Hey, losers! Sitting with the new girl?" said a snotty voice behind me. I turned to see…
A really tall girl in designer jeans, a flowy white blouse, light brown eyes, and pin straight blonde hair that was pulled back from her face with a few bobby pins.
The sad part is, all of you expected me to say a red headed whore, didn't you? ^-^
"Hey Tiffany." Dylan said, adding what I was learning to recognize as his flirtatious grin. He didn't seem to mind the 'loser' title, though I could tell that deep down he was wounded.
Sam just gave a sullen hi.
Tiffany turned her eyes on me, scrutinizing every slobby detail. I sat up straight and looked her straight in the eyes, refusing to be intimidated by her apparent perfection.
"Hm, you're actually kind of pretty." She mused. "I mean, you could be, if you joined my group." I raised an eyebrow.
She smirked and turned toward another table.
"Bree!" she yelled. Instantly, like a dog responding to a whistle, another girl came rushing over. This girl was wearing a short jean skirt, a pink and black polk a dot blouse that was tucked in, and sandals. Her hair and eyes were deep brown, her hair curled to perfection.
Bree instantly swept her eyes over me, taking in my clothes, hair, face, and body the way Tiffany had.
"She could use some work." She said to Tiffany.
"'She' has a name." I said icily. "Max."
"As in, Maxine?" Tiffany asked with polite disinterest.
"No. Just Max."
"I think Maxine would work better." Bree said with a nod.
"I don't mean to be rude," I said, pretending to be polite. Then my voice rose to a yell. "But I dont give a flying fuck!"
All four people standing around me gasped.
Tiffany and Bree shot me dirty looks and stalked off, muttering under their breaths. Dylan shook his head and sighed at me.
"Max, you just committed social suicide."
Time skip
Sam reluctantly agreed to show me to the rest of my classes for the day, but insisted that after that I was on my own. And frankly I was perfectly fine with that. I didn't appreciate their zombie like obsession with popularity and status. And they already had negative points in my book for what they did to Fang.
Fang.
I thought his name wistfully, pressing the sleeves of his hoodie to my face. I missed him. Alot. Hearing all of these things about him today made me want to run back to the house and hold him close. I was craving him right now.
Unfortunately, I couldn't. Instead I had to brave the long annoying bus ride back to Tylers house just to come face to face with the homeowner himself, laying on the ratty couch, drunk off his ass.
"There's pizza in the kitchen." he slurred when I forced my way into the house through the broken front door.
FOOOOOOD.
I quickly ran into the kitchen to see the plain white box printed with ads sitting on the counter. I dumped my backpack onto the tile floor and snatched a slice from the box, devouring it in three bites. I scarfed down 2 more slices in this manner, then I wiped my fingers on my jeans and looked around for something to drink.
Beer was the only liquid in the house.
So I settled for drinking from kitchen sink. I snagged another slice, then chewed on it slowly on my way upstairs to do my homework.
I closed my door behind me and settled down on the bed to start working. It only took about half an hour, then I had time to think. I pulled my hood up, put in my earbuds, and laid back on the bed.
I hated it here. There, I said it. I have massive bruises on my body that hurt every time anything brushed them, I hated everyone at school, there wasn't anything to eat or drink in this house besides beer, and the entire house was dilapidated and falling apart.
I missed Fang so much it physically hurt, like a dull ache in my chest.
I didn't want to stay here.
I wanted to go home.
Time Skip Again
Several hours passed and I was asleep. Emphasis on the word was.
Slam went the door as Tyler stalked inside. Is he incapable of moving around quietly? I wondered as I yawned and tried to blink sleep out of my eyes.
"Move it bitch." he snarled. "I need this room."
For what?
At that moment, a tall blonde woman who was barely dressed appeared at his side.
Oh.
Guess that explains the stains.
Wait.
Ew.
I quickly shoved my stuff into the bathroom, then snatched up my phone, headphones, and Fangs hoodie before running out of the room. I moved pretty quickly, but not fast enough to miss the woman give a sultry laugh.
It's official.
I officially hate my new 'home'.
(A/N Hello peoples. Just to let you know, Tiffany and Bree are actually based on two girls from my school, at least in appearence. People who know me, can you guess who?
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