CHAPTER 3~Of Choices and Foam Swords
PREVIOUSLY ON BECAUSE OF A FIGHT, BELIEVE IT OR NOT:
The thing is, he won.
I lost.
And he won.
For the first time.
A small grin flashed across Fang's face. A teeny tiny smile of triumph broke out, as my eyes clouded with defeat.
All the guys were crowding around him saying stuff like, "Awesome, dude," or, "Congrats man." He ignored them all, and carefully got off me. Fang stretched his hand out, beckoning me to take it. No hurt feelings? His eyes seemed to be asking. I grinned a bit, and took his hand.
He won.
I lost.
Max P.O.V~
"So Fang, my homie, what are you going to do with that chica over there?" some random guy asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ew, can we say Pervert Alert?" I replied, feeling disgusted.
"For you, babe, you can say anything. Tell me if she's a screamer," he said, winking before he stalked off.
"Gross! I can not believe he just said that! Fang? FANG. NICK. WALKER!" I screamed.
"Hmm?" He wondered, turning around, facing me.
"Did you not just hear him? If I had less self control than I did now, he'd be pulp by now!" I ranted furiously.
"Don't worry, I won't tell him whether or not you're a screamer."
Silence.
His face heated up slightly. "Wait, that came out wrong. I meant that-" he paused to clear his throat, "Uh, I wouldn't even know besides, Iggy'd kill me..." he managed as I glared at him expectantly.
"Sorry?" He muttered weakly.
"Yeah, yeah. But I'm yours for 24 hours, so you better tell the awaiting crowd what you're going to do," I replied coolly, although practically hyperventilating on the inside.
"You're mine?" Fang questioned.
Now it was my turn to clear my throat. "Uh...I meant that I'm your slave, I guess?" I said, heat rising to my cheeks.
"Right," he said warily.
"So, uh, do you know what you're going to do with me?" I asked cautiously.
"You'll find out with everyone else," Fang winked, before walking over to where Iggy was standing.
Fang P.O.V~
Truthfully, I was nervous as hell, although I winked at Max before walking towards Iggy.
"Congrats, Fangy," Iggy cooed, "First time my sister's been beaten!"
"Yeah." (A/N Fang tends to say that a lot doesn't he?)
"But what are you going to do with her? Anything bad, and I'll...I'll do something!"
"You'll see. Nothin' bad."
Max P.O.V.~
Tension filled the air, as the entire group of party guests waited out on the back lawn, to see what Fang's decision would be.
It was a big day for the students at Wasson High School. The day that Maximum Martinez's fate for twenty-four hours, would be decided by none-other than Nick "Fang" Walker. This hasn't happened since... uh, lets say never?
Iggy and Fang were the only people in the house, and were about to appear through the back doors of the patio in any moment. What would Fang choose? Surely he's not like those other pervs at school. He's different. I know it.
The door creaked open, as Fang and Iggy walked out. It was so quiet, you could hear the sloppy noises produced from a hormonal couple kissing.
Well, that was awkward.
I felt like Fang and Iggy were like leaders or something, and that we'd kow tow to them any second. I would never, that's for sure.
Fang coughed nervously, jaw slightly tightened by the intensity of the stares. Our eyes locked, and I urged him to go on.
"Uh, hi. I'm Nick, and I beat Max for the first time ever, I suppose. So I guess I get her as a slave for a day, correct?" he bemused. Several people nodded enthusiastically in response. Mainly guys.
"Uhm, a lot of you gave a lot of 'suggestions'...but they didn't influence my decision the slightest bit. I...want Max to spend the entire day with me, if she wants to," Fang finished.
Was he really giving me a choice? Thank you FANG!
It was silent, and everyone was looking at me. At least I put my clothes back on.
"I - I uh. Okay," I stuttered. Fang's eyes grew wider the tiniest fraction from surprise and relief that I agreed.
"Yeah," he mumbled before walking back into the house.
Well, that could've been worse.
Fang P.O.V~
Back in the house, I met up with Iggy and Max.
Iggy walked past me, towards where Nudge was waiting for him, giving me a nod, and a clap on the back, saying thanks.
That left me and Max. There was just this one thing that was bugging me.
"Why?" we asked simultaneously.
"Why did you give me a choice?" Max asked, clearing up what she meant through the previous question.
"Why did you agree?" I countered.
"I asked you first," she muttered, "But it was because... I think I may like you..."
"What?" I asked.
"No, not like that..." She fumbled with her hands, her face bright red, "But why did you give me a choice?" Max wondered more confidently.
"Because you aren't so bad either. If you didn't want to hang out with me, I didn't want to ruin this budding friendship that's happening with us," I replied sardonically. Max chuckled.
"Let's go Fang. We've got another 24 hours ahead of us..." she said, grabbing my hand and leading me out the door.
Max P.O.V.~
The next morning, I got a phone call at seven in the freaking morning. Let me get one thing straight: I usually get up pretty early. Around six or six-thirty, five if I have soccer practice. But the thing is, 1) it's Saturday morning, 2) last night there was a party, and 3) I went to bed at four. So if you're smart, you do not call me at seven expecting me to already be up, singing with cartoon birds that just happen to be chirping outside my window. Yet for some stupid reason, some stupid person was stupid enough to do it.
Only one person in their sane -or insane-mind would do that. Actually, make that two.
Iggy.
And Nudge.
Since I can still hear Iggy's loud snores from the third room over, I'm going to take a wild guess and assume it's Nudge.
"What the hell are you doing waking me up at seven in the morning on a Saturday when there was a party last night?!" I growled, annoyed.
"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed, Miss I'm-Grumpy-Today!" Nudge sang loudly. "Anyways, you, me, Ella, and Angel are going to the mall today, okay? I'll pick you all up at eight, so be ready. Yes, Max, you have to come. Yes, Max, I am forcing you. Yes, Max, Ella and Angel know. And yes, Max, I asked your mom, which she happily agreed to! Okay, so see you in an hour! And Max..."
"Hmm?" I groaned, ears writhing in pain since the moment I picked up the phone."Get the hell outa your bed now, or I'll get Iggy to," she threatened in a diabolical tone, before cheerfully hollering good bye, and hanging up.
Grudgingly, I sat up, blue comforter bunched in a pile around my pajama clothed body. The only reason I complied to Nudge's wishes is because there was no way in hell that I was getting Iggy to wake me up again.
The last time Nudge asked Iggy to wake me up on a weekend, he ended painting over my green colored walls with neon pink paint by using it to write WAKE UP on the wall opposite of my bed.
In response, I beat him up and made him swear never to do it again.
Problem is no matter what he swears to, be it to Jesus Christ or the man who invented fire, he will always, always, always listen to his girlfriend.
As I prepared for the outing with Ella, Nudge, and Angel, I thought about last night. Yesterday, I spent the rest of my night/morning just talking with Fang. Yes, I spent partial time of my twenty four hours with him. Yes, that could've counted. Did it count? No. WHY?
Lemme tell you a little secret:
Because I wanted to. Well, I wanted to spend time with him, not count it.
I believe the twenty four hours would only count if I had to spend time with Fang against my will, or if I had to do something.
Last night, was neither. It was out of choice. We had a couple drinks and sat at a table in the backyard. I had meant to only have a drink and then leave, but we had ended up talking until three which is part of the reason I went to bed so late. I had started to tell him about my life and then had found that I could not stop. By the time the night was over, he knew my whole backstory; how I grew up in this town all my life, how I met Nudge, how our family used to go camping when we were younger. How my dad disappeared when I was still a kid and how he never came back.
You could say that Fang and I had now become very close. I can't say that we were exactly best friends but we were close enough that I felt quite comfortable around him.
The mall we went to wasn't all that large. Just a Bath and Body Works, Hot Topic, Justice, Dollar Store, Aeropostle, American Eagle, Gap, Abercrombie, Apple, Dicks Sporting Goods, places like that. Oh, and a small, but amazing food court.
But with one look at the Dollar Store, and another at Justice, I knew what I was going to do. Glancing casually at Angel, she had gotten the memo, as we walked briskly to the dollar store.
This brilliant idea hit me one day, and I'd been itching to try it out. I had told Angel about it once when I was babysitting her while her parents were away.
I, the 16 year old sophomore, and Angel, the 8 year old second grader, walked straight into the toy section of the dollar store. After a heated discussion on which colors to buy, we chose out four foam swords and bought them before heading to the fountain in the entrance and waiting for the rest of our crew. Nudge and Ella had begun their mad shopping spree as soon as they entered the mall, knowing I'd only allow them thirty minutes to do whatever they wanted. After that, they'd have to find their own ride home.
Ella and Nudge were back. We wordlessly handed them their very own sword, and whispered the plan into their ears. Grinning hugely, enough to light up the skies of heaven itself, we quietly walked into Justice, our swords behind our backs.
Angel pretended to be looking around for clothes, as did Ella, as Nudge and I assisted them. We each walked up, placing us in front of the cashier, one by one to not arouse suspicion. Angel. Nudge. Ella. Me. All four of us, swords in hand were facing opposite directions.
Suddenly, I yelled out, "Three!"
"Two!" Nudge shouted.
"One!" Ella screamed.
"NOW!" Angel cried, surprisingly loud, for her tiny body.
As the sound waves from the "now" reached us, we drew our swords, pumping them into the air.
"FOR JUSTICE!" we all exclaimed, turning heads, as all four of us scampered out of the store, before security was called.
Laughing wildly, all the way back to the car, we high-fived, grinning.
"That. Was. Awesome!" Nudge squealed.
"Can we do that again, Max?" Angel wondered innocently.
"I think that was amazing!" Ella laughed, head tossed back.
I think I saw a camera flash...I thought frowning, but still smiling on the outside.
"Max?" Angel asked.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. That was fun!" If only Fang was there. It would be even better.
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