Guess who's sticking with her update schedule? ME! Some of you may not have believed I could do it, BUT IT IS DONE! (and if you didn't believe

If you haven't seen my update schedule yet, go to chapter four of Be My Light, it's there.

As I've mentioned before, I'm having a case of writer's block with Fax drabbles, so if you guys could help me out, that would be really awesome! Also, if anyone has any future story ideas that would super cool of you to suggest it!

I've decided to make this story more than a three-shot, like I had originally planned. I really want to stretch out the plot and develop the characters more.

SPEAKING OF CHARACTERS, you might be a bit surprised with what I do with one of them in the story.

And here is what I have delayed for some time…

There he was, the ignorant little twit. He was acting all cool and nonchalant in his black t-shirt with some weird band name on it, not even seeming to notice the daggers a certain someone was glaring at his back.

Max bit down on her thumbnail. It had been two days. Two days since the party, and Nick hadn't texted her or called her, or even emailed her! She didn't want to seem obsessive, but wasn't it polite to contact someone after you make out with them in a closet?

Max huffed loudly. Her dilemma was truly frustrating.

"Just go talk to him already, sheesh. Your goo-goo eyes are making me sick." Nudge stated off-handedly, slamming her locker shut.

"Wha-what? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Max exclaimed nervously.

"Come on, Max," Nudge said, rolling her eyes. "I was there when you guys got out of the closet. It's totally obvious that you are totally into him!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Deny it all you want, it just convinces me more that I'm right."

Max sighed. "I will deny this if anyone else asks me, but maybe, deep deep down, a tiny part of me sort of likes him a little."

"OMG! OMG! I have to text Angel!" Nudge squealed, whipping out her phone.

"No- Nudge- stop!" Max exclaimed, lunging for the phone.

Nudge dodged Max's attempt and tapped a few buttons on her phone. "And, send!"

Max sighed in defeat. "Fine, as long as you and Angel are the only people who know."

Nudge nodded enthusiastically and looked back at her phone. "I can't wait for her to reply- OH MY GAWD!"

"What is it now?" she asked Nudge impatiently.

Nudge gulped. "I may or may not have accidentally have sent the message to all of my contacts instead of just Angel."

"WHAT?"

Max watched in horror as everyone's phone notified them of Nudge's text. Gasps of "OMG" and "LOL" filled the hallway, along with laughter and mockery.

Max pulled out her phone and looked at the text:

STATUS UPDATE: MAX HAS IT BAD FOR NICK LOL!

Ignoring Nudge's string of apologies, Max ran as fast as she could to the girl's bathroom.

After yelling at some sophomores to "get the hell out of there," Max turned on the sink and splashed water onto her face, hoping that it would wake her up from a terrible dream.

No such luck.

"Keep it together, keep it together…" Max kept mumbling under her breath. Max had promised herself a long time ago that she would not make a big deal about any matters to do with romance or boys, and she was determined to keep that promise.

After taking a deep breath, Max prepared herself for whatever was coming for her once she walked out of the bathroom. But right before she put her hand on the door handle, a voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Honey, you can't go out looking like that!"

Max whirled around to see Dylan, her high school's only openly gay student, standing behind her.

Dylan was in Max's senior class. He had neatly combed blonde hair and sharp blue-green eyes. Dylan's parents were both CEOs of popular tech companies, so Dylan was always dressed in high end preppy clothing.

Dylan and Max were once a "thing," but after Dylan came out of the closet, he ended their relationship. Max really didn't mind, she didn't want to be tied down her junior year anyway.

Dylan had a habit of hanging around in the girl's bathroom, being shamelessly honest about passing girl's hair and makeup choices, as well as giving out style tips. Many of the girls at Max's school were very fond of him.

Dylan sidled up to Max. "You better fix that hair, girl. It's a disaster! And that makeup? Were you blindfolded when you got ready this morning?"

Max laughed. "No, I'm just having a bad day."

"Oh, that's right," Dylan said empathetically. "I got the text."

"Everyone in the entire freaking school did. And now everyone knows that I got it bad for Nick! My life's a living horror!"

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Save the drama for your mama, sister!"

Max chuckled and allowed Dylan to work his magic on her hair and makeup. "Viola!" he said when he was done.

"Thanks. I owe you one."

THIS UPDATING SCHEDULE IS KILLING ME!

I used to complain about how some authors update really late, but now I realize how hard it is to make time for writing! I have a newfound appreciation for some people.

I'm sorry if I offended any gay people, I haven't met an actual gay person in real life, so I don't know how they act.

If I update late sometimes, I apologize in advance because some days I can't put enough time aside to write and edit.

ANNOUNCEMENT: I currently don't have a beta for my stories, so if anyone wants to be my beta, just private message me.

So, I guess I will see you all Thursday for Penelope Reagan Alexander!

Love ya,

celestialwhisperer