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The awkward moment when you're so damn popular (LOL, sarcasm), that you get invited to three parties all on the one night. Then have an eighteenth the next weekend and a sixteenth after that. Seriously. How am I supposed to pick one?
Disclaimer: She's got electric boots, a mohair suit. You know I read it in a magazine. B-B-B-Benny and the Jets. And I don't own. But you know that. And there's a girl in my year, and I swear to god, she looks just like Blake Lively.
Growing Up
Chapter Thiry-Five: Betting
MAX POV
"So when do you want to officially tell our parents?" I asked Fang from where I was sprawled on my bed.
"Do we have too?" He asked, swiveling around in my desk chair.
"I think we should."
"Yeah." He admitted. "Very soon."
"Tonight?" I suggested.
Fang sighed, running his hand through his hair, causing me to turn my attention to his bicep. Damn these teenage hormones. Making me sex-crazed all the time. "Yeah."
I got up from my spot on the bed and straddled Fang's lap. "I'm going to miss our time alone."
Fang nodded. "We'll find a way."
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Fang and my parents sat, all squished, on my couch awaiting the news. They were nervous, worried that we were going to tell them something horrible. I wouldn't blame them.
"Okay, I'm going to come right out and say it." I sighed.
Fang cut in before I could continue. "We're going out."
I looked at him. He held his hands up. "I'm sorry. I couldn't take it."
I rolled my eyes and turned to out parents, bitting my lip. "So?"
For a minute our parents were quiet. It was making me more nervous. I looked at each of them and suddenly Fang's mum and my mum both jumped up.
"WE KNEW IT!" They high-fived and started jumping around. Fang and I watched, mortified.
"Can someone please...explain?" I asked, trying to get my head around this whole situation. I thought we would be receiving a lecture on being responsible and whatnot.
"Okay, we made this bet," I stared at my mum, she grinned sheepishly. "That you and Fang would end up getting together before graduation. But your dads thought otherwise."
"You. Made. A. Bet?" I choked out.
"Well...yeah." Fang's mum admitted.
"What?" Fang asked.
"We might have discussed your relationship." My mum told me. "But, not in a creepy way." She assured me.
"Not a creepy way? When was this?" I demanded.
"When you guys were in Freshmen Year."
I stood there speechless. Our parents made a bet on when Fang and I would end up together.
"Okay rules." Oh now mum wants to play the parent. "No doing anything you'll regret."
I waited for the rest, but it seemed she was finished. "That's it?"
"I trust you. And I trust Fang more than any boy."
I looked at Fang and he looked normal, but I could tell he was smiling that stupid smug smile mentally. I just knew.
"Oh...thanks mum." I turned to go upstairs to my room and with Fang right beside me.
"That was weird." Fang commented once we were in my room.
"Very. I can't believe they bet on us." I shook my head. "But that was much easier than I imagined."
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"Gimme a B!" Dee shouted from a megaphone.
"B!" Her posse - i.e. Jess, Nat, Rach and I and a couple of the guys from the football team - repeated.
"Gimme a E!"
"E!"
"Gimme a R!"
"R!"
"Gimme a K!"
"K!"
"Gimme a L!"
"L!"
"Gimme another E!"
"E!"
"Gimme a Y!"
"Y!"
"What does that spell?"
"Berkley!" We yelled behind her.
Let me explained. We were currently marching around the school, in an attempt to recuit people for the cheer squad this year. We looked really gay, in our cheerleading outfits, red and white hair ribbons and read and white pom poms and cheering. I felt like an idiot, but I was laughing my head off.
"Berkley is hot to go! H-O-T-T-O-G-O! Ah whoo! Hot to go! Ah whoo! Hot to go!"
"We've got spirit, yes we do. We've got spirit, how bout you? 1-2-3-4 we've got more than you can score. 5-6-7-8 we've got more than you can take. 9-10-11-12 we've got more than you can spell."
Dee continued to chant, turning heads. Some of the senior guys wolf-whistled at her. She stuck her tongue out at them.
"Dee is loving this." I whispered to Jess.
Nat and Rach laughed. Jess nodded. "Yepp."
Matt, one of the football jocks, took the megaphone from Dee. "Hate us cause we're beautiful. But we don't like you either. We're cheerleaders. We are cheerleaders!"
Dee snatched it back and flipped him off."Don't listen to him. We're a bunch of nice people and we'd like anyone to come and tryout."
"Yeah right!" Luke called from behind us.
Jess grabbed the megaphone and turned to Luke. "Shut up, you jock."
"Bring it on, bimbo." He called back playfully. Everyone "oooh"ed and Dee raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
"Just kidding. Go Berkley!"
I laughed at Luke's antics.
"You're such an idiot Luke!" Nat called out.
"Remember girls, and guys, tryouts are today after school in the gym." She continued her mission down the corridor and into the courtyard. I heard her loud voice, echoing around the corridor until it finally faded away.
"Hey cheerleader." A familiar deep voice greeted from behind me. I turned around and smiled kissed Fang quickly. Sean pretended to throw up and Fang just flipped him off.
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"We like to party. We like, we like to party. We like to party. We like, we like to party." Nat sang, shaking her hips and waving her arms above her head, as we walked down the corridor.
"The Vengabus is coming. And everybody's jumping. New York to San Fransisco. An intercity disco. The wheels of steel are turning. And traffic lights are burning. So if you like to party. Get on and move your body!" Luke sang along with Nat, both shaking their hips to the non-existent beat. Nat looking good, Luke looking like a complete retard.
Rach grinned and joined in. "Hey now! Hey now! Hear what I say now. Happiness is just around the corner. Hey now, hey now, hear what I say now. We'll be there for you." She and Nat both shook their "boo-tay"s.
"You guys are actually singing the Venga Boys. Wow." Fang shook his head, clearly embarrassed for himself and our friends.
Luke, Nat and Rach fell into a pile, all giggles and laughter. Sean shook his head and looked down at them. "You guys are sad."
Nat picked herself up, and Luke helped Rach up, wrapping his arm around her. "No, we're jumping!"
Sean, Fang and I groaned. "That was a lame reference."
Fang chuckled and shook his head again. "That was horrible. Truly scarring."
"You guys are so gay." Sean complained. "Why are you singing that anyway?"
"Cause that's how we roll." Nat told him seriously. We were all silent and looked at one another. Then we burst out laughing. We continued to laugh until a very loud and obnoxious cough interupted.
"Ah-hem."
All of our heads snapped to the direction of the cough. Lissa.
"Can we help you?" Sean asked, not-so-politely. He hated Lissa. Like, hated. And Sean doesn't normally hate people. "You bitch." He muttered, making entire group giggle and laugh - well Fang chuckled, of course - like tipsy middle-aged women.
"What was that?"
Sean coughed. "I said, flick the switch."
We laughed even harder and I had to bite my lip from being to loud. Nat didn't hold back and fell onto the floor, smacking the ground with her hand.
Lissa didn't say anything, but I could see she was upset with us. Oh boo-freaking-hoo. She turned on her heel with her friends following close by and strutted off for the cafeteria.
"That was random." Nat said, completely composed.
I shook my head at her and smiled. "You're a weirdo."
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"Okay!" Dee called into the megaphone. Man, she really loved that thing. I can't wait for my turn.
"Hey!" She yelled loudly, causing Sean to smack his hands over his ears.
"Jesus Chirst Dee! Give that megaphone a rest, will ya?" He lowered his hands.
Dee stuck her tongue out at her younger brother. She turned towards huis ear and screamed into the megaphone, "I've got the megaphone, so I can use whenever I want."
Sean playfully shoved his sister away and moved away from her. She grinned at him.
"Could Freshmen sit there, Sophomores sit there, Juniors and Seniors over here." She pointed to the left, middle and right of the stands. "Hi everybody. I'm Diana. Call me Dee. I'm the captain for this year's squad. This is my deputy, Jess. Junior members of our team, Nat, Rach and Max. We have Five other places available and it does not matter what grade you are in."
We worked our way through group choreography, and eventually leaving a group of twenty or so, girls sweaty and out of breath. Wow, that sounds really kinky. I really need to get my mind out of the gutter.
FANG POV
I watched as Max and Jess worked their way through the dance - Max would kill me if she heard me calling cheerleading dance - once more for the last twenty girls to perform. I had been there for Max ever since her first cheer tryout. Wow, that was two years ago. Freaky.
Sean stood up and being the idiot he is called out, "You go Glenn Coco!"
Everyone in the stands laughed and Max turned around and gave him a really Sean? Really? look.
"You're a fucking idiot Sean." Luke laughed.
"None for Gretchen Weiners." Sean told us seriously.
Rachel stifled a laugh and Nat was hitting me repeatedly. "Gotta love that movie."
"Is that necessary?" I asked her. She nodded.
"Yes." She told me seriously. I rolled my eyes.
Max flicked and spun her head, while turning around and I couldn't help but notice Max's body right now. She's gorgeous, don't blame me. I tried not to notice Max's long tan legs. Or how short her skirt was. Or how hot her ass looked when she bent over to touch her toes. It didn't help she was right in front of me. It took all my mental strength not to take her right then and there.
Nat must have noticed that my gaze lingered a little too long, because she leaned over and whispered with a smirk, "You're drooling Fang."
I scowled at her and sat back, thinking about anything to...well, turn me off. I settled with the image of a dead bird. That should do. Nat watched me, knowing exactly what I was trying to do and was on the verge of exploding. Well, that's what it looked like.
"Fang's got dirty thoughts about Max." She quietly sung into my ear.
I didn't look at her. "Shhh, I'm trying to concentrate."
"I betcha you're thinking of her lying in your bed, naked. And you're totally getting a hard on and she's-"
I smacked my hand on her mouth, before she could go any further. "Nat? Shut up."
She removed her hand, her shoulders shaking from her laughter. I scowled at her and my jaw set in irritation.
"You know I'm just teasing, Fangy." She cooed, putting one arm around my shoulders.
I looked straight ahead, looking away from Max and avoiding Nat's eyes. "It's not funny."
She grinned. "Actually, it is."
My glare hardened. "Fuck you."
"No." Something in her tone made me turn to her. She had a stupid twinkle in her eye and a knowing grin, like the punchline was coming up. "Fuck Max."
She burst out laughing and hugged me again. "I'm kidding. Well, at least half-kidding."
So...long enough now? I felt like some humor and a little stupidness of teens. You know us. This is exactly how my friends are. Kinda immature and embarrassing...
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- FlowerChild22