Hey, I'm back! And I'm actually on time! Okay, my poll is closing next chapter, so don't forget to go to my profile and vote on it! The mylan will be lasting until chapter 22, starting mostly at the end of this chapter. I am trying not to keep it too mylan though, so I will not be giving exclusive notice to Max and Dylan's relationship. It'll mostly be a side-note, like, "Oh yeah, we're together."

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Broken: Chapter 18

Broken Anger

Max

Last Time on Broken:

""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...""

I looked up, the wind blowing my hair back. He had said my name in such disbelief, such pain, such anger. His footsteps clanged on the metal bleachers. He threw Dylan up against the rail of the bleachers. "Fang, what the hell are you doing!" I screamed at him.

He glared back at me, "I'll deal with you in a minute," he grumbled in fury, "What the hell are you doing with Max!" I had never seen him angrier. Flames of resentment burned in his eyes. Iggy had rushed up the bleachers, trying to talk Fang out of this obvious argument, but he wouldn't listen; Fang was beyond reason. I pulled back on Fang's arm, will all of my strength, but he shook it off of him. "You better answer fast, pretty boy. I wouldn't want you to take such a hard way down." He hissed at Dylan. Despite my screaming and yelling, Fang kept Dylan in a choke hold.

"Oh, boo-hoo, Fang." Dylan snarled. I wanted to rip his throat out: why evoke someone with that much hatred. Though Fang may seem like he wouldn't hurt a fly, I knew better. I just wished Dylan did too. "Just because you have a little crush on Max doesn't mean that you are her body guard." He spat back. Fang tightened his choke hold, making Dylan make a slight squeal.

"And just because you're talking nonsense doesn't mean that I won't kick your ass from here to Alabama." Why Alabama? I thought, before going back to trying to break up the fight.

I moved my way between Dylan and Fang. "SHUT UP!" I yelled at both of them. The two fell silent, "Dylan, just leave, okay? I talk to you later." I sighed. He opened up his mouth to argue, but I cut him off with a glare. Dylan kissed the top of my head, taunting Fang. Fang make an attempt to try and attack him, but I help him back. Dylan made his way down the bleachers rapidly, before running off of the soccer field. "What the hell is wrong with you, Fang!" I shrieked at him.

His face, still full of anger, softened ever so slightly, "I'm sorry for getting that idiot away from you. Honestly, where has all of your sense gone, Max?" He demanded.

"You friggin' hypocrite! Where has all of your sense gone? Attacking someone? No matter how much you hate him, that's low." I said, pushing him back against the rails.

The softness faded all away. "So you just decide you want to go and make out with some jackass who is seriously the worst person I've ever met? Well, I thought you were better than Lissa and Bridget, but you were friends with them at a time. They must've rubbed off on you."

My face twisted with a million emotions. Confusion, pain, annoyance, irritation, tenseness, dejected, infuriation, peevishness, but most of all, anger. "You little jackass!" I yelled, pushing him harder. "Don't you ever compare me to one of those sluts. You have serious problems, Fang, and I'm done with all of them. You can find yourself a new friend, and a new tutor. Good luck with your SATs. I hope you realize how irritating you are. Come on, Iggy." I walked away from Fang, my footsteps noisily banging down the bleachers, with Iggy following me.

"Max, come on! I didn't even do anything. That little freak-show was to one who attacked me." Dylan pleaded, following me down the road. Jeb needed to use my car today, so I had to walk to school. It was only about three miles away, so it wasn't too long of a walk.

I turned a glared straight at him. "Didn't do anything? From the moment you returned you've purposely annoyed him, for some reason, and decided to take joy in that. And half of the reason why Fang was so angry was because you kept egging him on. God, you're such an asshole sometimes. Both of you." I continued walking along the narrow pavement, as Dylan followed behind me, like a lost puppy.

"Max." He pleaded. I continued walking, ignoring him. "MAXXXX!" He yelled stringing out the last letter of my name. "Maxie Mc'Pimpleskin the Third!"

I stopped in my tracks, reminiscing the old, antagonizing nickname. "I cannot believe you actually remembered that! What was that, five years ago, in like sixth grade?"

He nodded, chuckling over the memories, "Of course I do! You walked into school one day with a big-ass zit on your face and you started freaking out because Bridget said it looked like a volcano erupting!"

"Yeah, and then Lissa that it didn't look that big, but she couldn't say it with a straight face!" I said, continuing on the story. At this point we were walking at the same pace.

"And then that annoying "queen bee of the middle school" called you that, and I almost decked her, but she said, 'Boy's can't hit girls!' And then I said that rules were meant to be broken. She got so scared! But, of course I didn't, but still."

I laughed, thinking back to that moment and time. "I remember that girl, Emily Smith. Lissa and Bridget started hanging out with her the next year. By eight grade, they barely even talked to me..." I trailed off, my tone suddenly dark.

Dylan looked over at my tightened face, that was trying to keep out all of the rush of emotions coming back. "You're still kinda messed up because of that, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," I admitted, "I mean, she was like my sister for eight years, and Bridget for five. It's hard not to become attached to someone in that time period." He nodded, putting a supporting arm around my upper waist. "And it was so stupid how we stopped being friends. All because of stupid Sam."

"What even happened there? All I know is that Sam was dating Lissa, then Lissa thought Sam was cheating on her with you, and then you stopped being friends."

I sighed, beginning to retell the story, "In seventh grade, Lissa and Sam started going out, because Lissa didn't have enough attention on her. She didn't even like him that much, she told me that herself. Sam and I just talked to each other during Algebra, because Mr. Morris was so boring that there was times where we would fall asleep. Sam somehow got the wrong idea, and started telling everyone that I was going out with him. Lissa assumed the worst, and broke up with him, rightfully so, and was too stubborn to listen to my side of the story."

Dylan nodded, chuckling at the stupidity of it all. "I remember that. I was seriously pissed when I heard that you and Sam were allegedly dating."

"And why is that?" I asked, with my eyebrow cocked.

"Because I had the biggest crush on you back in seventh grade. I swear, I was like, obsessive." I laughed whole-heartedly, "Well, based on today, I think that the crush has kind of continued on." I blushed ever so slightly, as his fingertips neared my own. Taking a risk, I grabbed his hand.

"So how long has this crush been for?"

He thought comfortably, "Since about second grade. Most boys are like, "Ew cooties!". I was like, "Hey, I don't mind." But it wasn't really that big until fifth grade."

I laughed again, now the one who was blushing was Dylan. "To be honest had might've had a crush on you, too, in freshman year. But only like butterflies, not like full out stalking."

We were nearing my house, but I didn't want to go inside. Not now, not for a while, never. Anything but go into that house again. "How bad has it been lately." I barely heard. I didn't want to think about it. I wanted this moment to be pure, without a bad thought in my mind, but I had to answer. "Not as bad as usual. Work has piled up, so he can't drink too much or he'll get fired. He has enough sanity to know that." I mumbled, my tone as quiet as a mouse. "And he hasn't been home early for a while, so I guess that's good too." I added on. I couldn't help but just wish that he would just pick up his beers and walk away from the house.

"I get what you mean." He said. I was confused with what he was talking about. "You were talking aloud. I was saying how I get what you mean. Dad, or as he prefers me to say, Dr. Gunter-Hagen, spends so much time at work, that I don't really see him. I just wish he'd quit telling me what to do, if he doesn't even spend time in my life."

I smiled a sad smile. I had never really understood those: were you happy or sad. Or were you just trying to be happy in a sad situation. The thought of sad smiles infuriated me, and yet, I still smiled, as if if I smiled, then everything would be okay, even though I knew it wasn't going to.

We arrived at the house three minutes later. Those three minutes were spend in silence, with us just holding each other's hand. I placed my hand on the outside gate, about to open it up, leading my way into the large house. "Do you want me to walk you in? Maybe we can hang out, just like old times."

I smiled at the idea, but shook my head, no, "I wish, but I have a lot of Trig homework. But, thanks for walking me home. And it's okay for today, I know that Fang was way out of line."

Dylan smiled back, "Yeah, and sorry again for that." I smiled, brushing it off, as if saying that I just wanted to forget about it all. I gave him a hug, our faces meeting each other's. I couldn't help but blush a little harder. His hand brushed through my hair, as he leaned in closer. Before I noticed, his soft lips were upon mine. It was not harsh, like the one earlier today, but soft, tender. We broke apart a few seconds later.

"Maybe Trig homework can wait." I whispered into his ear, before leading him inside the house.

Happy? Of course you aren't! You're probably extra mad, just because I made Dylan nice. I know, I can be kinda mean sometimes. Plus, I gave you that backstory between Lissa, Max, and Sam. I bet that was kinda unexpected. It's nice for Lissa to actually be not as bad as people make her out to be. That, of course, does not change the fact that Max hates her like hell.

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