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Broken: Chapter 17

Broken Affairs of the Heart

Fang

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""Kayla! Kayla, where are you?" Iggy screamed. I hide besides the porch steps. "Kayla! Please, just let me talk to you." I was silent as another tear came down my face. "KAYLA!" Suddenly, my phone went off, with a phone call. I silenced my phone, but I already knew that he knew where I was. He walked around to where I was. "Kayla," He helped me up, "what are you doin-"

"Look Iggy, I didn't mean to do that. I mean, it's not that I didn't want to. But, that doesn't mean that I want to either, and I just didn't know what I was doing, and I was just upset about Ethan and I was being an idiot and-"

Suddenly, he stopped me by kissing me."

"Are you ready for you're Geometry exam?" She asked me. I barely heard her; my mind was on the formulas, I knew I was bound to forget one. A=1/2(b+b2), SA=4/3(pi)r2, V=1/3Bh. "I'll take that as a maybe?" We were standing outside of the geometry classroom, which was right by the staircase that lead up into more and more classrooms. Max had a by-period, a period where she did not have a class. The little smartass decided she wanted to get AP Biology out early, so she took all of the tests in the summer. Now she only has to be worried about the final AP test that was a little less than two months away.

I looked up from my notes, "Sorry, I'm just really worried about this test. If I don't ace it, I won't pass the class. And if I don't pass the class, then I have to go to summer school. And if I have to go to summer school then I can almost kiss me dreams of getting the hell out of here goodbye. And if that doesn't happen, then-" A sharp pain pierced my face; Max had just slapped me into consciousness. "Thank-you, I was turning into Nudge for a second."

She laughed, her smile radiating throughout the hallway, until suddenly her smile faltered. "Ugh, make-out sesh three o'clock." It was probably Bridget and her new boy toy for this week, but I was surprised to see who it really was. Iggy and Kayla. "God, you'd think they'd know how to find a janitor's closet or be able to hide under the bleachers or find a busy construction site with a lot of bulldozers ready to ram them over.

I smirked, wondering why she was so bothered by the new couple. "God, you sound like it's Lissa or Bridget, not two of your best friends who've you've known forever."

"It's just gonna be kinda awkward." Max stated as we walked into the school, "I mean, seriously, Kayla and Iggy going out could be the end of our entire little group. Think about it."

I rolled my eyes, "You're just over exaggerating. Just last week you were cheering them on, now you're worried about them ruining our friendship. I think someone's missing Iggy a little bit." She gave me a look that gave the message of "Screw you." I playfully smirked back at her. "The only thing I'm worried about is I know that sometimes, relationships with other people can kinda ruin friendships." Right as I finished saying that, Dylan just happened to walk by. In a low voice, I grumbled, "Speak of the Devil." She nudged me in the side, right where a bruise was. I couldn't help but mentally flip off Anne in my head.

"Hey Max, I was wondering if I could talk to you?" He said, leaning on the railing his arm was resting upon. His lanky stature looked down on the tall Max. He turned to me. "Alone?" I glared at him, letting him know that wouldn't happen.

Max turned to me, "Please, Fang. Everything's fine." She gave me a look of pleading. I nodded.

I leaned into her ear, to whisper something to her, "If he breaks your heart, don't expect me not to break him." She nudged me, even though I knew she was silently chuckling. "Well, I guess I should go take my exam."

I walked into the geometry room as Dylan began to talk. "Hey, so I wonder if you wanted to-" I cut off the sound of his fading voice with the sound of another loud shrill: the bell.

"I'm glad to see you finally resurfaced." I mocked Iggy. We were walking out to soccer tryouts.

He grimaced. "Oh, ha ha." He murmured sarcastically. "At least I have game. You haven't gone out with anyone in the three months since you've came to this school."

I sighed, "Probably because I don't want to go out with anyone right now. Most of the girls here are crazy, dude, including your girlfriend."

I already knew the reason why Iggy was pushing the idea of a girlfriend on me. The harsh winter winds of February came to a close as the calm and soothing spring breezes of March greeted us with open arms. So basically, here in the "beautiful-weather-all-of-the-time" California, the average temperature was 70 degrees. All of that "In like a lion, out like a lamb" bs was a lie in San Diego. A total of four months had passed since I had came into this school, and I hadn't once even thought of a girlfriend. I was too busy with tutoring and Anne and Juliet and everything that I didn't really realize the need to have a girlfriend. I was doing better than I thought I ever had. My grades were going up. Anne decided that she was going to only semi-beat me lately. Juliet has been making friends.

But the real reason? The Spring Formal was coming up in only a few weeks.

"Kayla is not crazy." He scowled defensively. I cocked an eyebrow, warily. "Okay, maybe she is, but not like Lissa crazy. She's like, good crazy."

I laughed at the comment, or the chuckle I call a laugh. "Maybe so, but that doesn't make her any less crazy."

Iggy thought for a second. "Okay, then is Max crazy? AKA yours and my own BFFLAEAE?" I cocked my eyebrow again. I think after knowing Iggy, my eyebrow's going to need serious surgery to recover. "Best Friend For Life And Ever And Ever!"

"Um, obviously she is. She has, like, a 4.53 GPA. And she reads, for fun. And she's friends with that d-bag, Dylan."

Iggy stopped in his tracks. "Oh My Jalapeño! You are totally jealous of Dylan. Not only that, but you totally like Max. We all know it. We've known it since the beginning of January. Don't deny it!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't like Max, and I'm definitely am not jealous of Dylan!" I debated furiously.

Iggy smirked a smirk so large, it gave my smirks a run for their money, "You say that now..." I sped up my gait, so that I was walking faster than Iggy could catch up with. "You'll see Fang, you'll see." I ignored his taunting words as I ran to the soccer field, where there were about fifty other guys standing around in shin-guards and cleats.

"Vhat a surprivse! You've vinally decided to show up." Coach Ter Borcht said in his annoying German accent. "Let's get started!" Ter Borcht put us through an eternal amount of drills and punishments if even "vun" of us was taking a break. One of these drills included the dreaded "figure eight". The gist of it was quite hard for him to explain in the heavy accent he had. The person at group one would pass the ball from left of the goal post, as if the kick was a corner kick, to the person at group 2. The person at group 2, standing somewhere around the midfield line, would pass to the right of the goal post, where a person from group 3 would be standing. The person from group 3 would pass in the middle of the goal and the midfield line, where the person from group 4 would be sprinting to, to dribble and shoot on the goalie. If the kick was successful, then the goalie would have to run a lap. If the kick was unsuccessful, then the entire set of four would have to run a lap.

You could say that got people running.

Next, we did a defense drill. There would be two offenders, three defenders, and the goalie. The two offenders, or forwards, would have to weave their way through the three defenders, and shoot a goal. If the offenders weave their way through the defenders, but the goalie blocked the ball from going into the goal, then the defenders and the offenders would have to run a lap. If the defenders and the goalie miss, then they would all have to run. If the defenders kick the ball away from the offenders, then the offenders would have to run a lap. Contact was recommended.

Two people sprained their ankles, while someone else broke his entire foot.

Finally, we ended with a scrimmage between two teams. Anyone who won the scrimmage was more likely to end up on the variety team, while anyone who lost the scrimmage was more likely to end up on the JV team. Thankfully, both Iggy and I were on the winning team.

"De dark vun... De vun vith de blonde hair... De vun vith blue eyes." Ter Borcht said. I turned to Iggy, on the other side of the crowd, waiting to see who passed through this round. We both smiled, knowing we passed. Just passed Iggy was the famous bleachers, where Lissa and Bridget were famous for having their make-out sessions. A couple were getting pretty steamy on the third row of the bleachers. It couldn't have been Lissa or Bridget, the girl had brunette hair with sun-streaked blonde hair.

I turned back to Ter Borcht and the co-coach. Thankfully the co-coach decided to speak instead of Ter Borcht, so I could actually understand who had passed. "Brock Lewis, Simon Lakewood, Nicolas Walker, Drew Wekt, Robert Skeet, James Anthony..." I knida tuned out after that, but I still listened for Iggy's name, with no luck. We were dismissed afterwards, and I walked toward Iggy.

"Tough luck, dude. I thought you did awesome today." His face was twisted in shock.

"What are you talking about? They called my name."

"They did?"

"Yeah, James Anthony. Did you actually not know my name?" I fell silent. "You didn't know my name!" He shoved me aside, as I started laughing.

We continued walking until I saw her face. A face I didn't expect to see. "Iggy look." We looked up on the bleachers, Dylan kissing some random girl, but she wasn't some random girl. She was the girl with brunette hair. The girl who was sitting in Lissa's spot. It was Max.

"I told you that you were jealous..."

Oh no, what did I just do? I'm just a terrible person you guys!

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