HELLO! So, as I promised, I uploaded as soon as I found out that I had 175 reviews. I might do this again later.

So, I also promised that Mylan would be gone by this chapter, and let's just say that I'm keeping that promise.

Broken: Chapter 22

Broken Anne

Max

"So, who's this?" Her voice rang with a slur. Her demeaning eyes glared down at me, though every few seconds her pupils would dilate. A cocky smirk appeared on her blotchy face; I could easily see where Fang got it from.

I stepped forward, extending my hand. "Hi, I'm Max. You must be Anne, Nick's mother."

The drunken woman glanced down at my hand, and scoffed. She began toward the tiny kitchen connected to the living room, opening a cabinet that was filled with empty bottles. She found one with only a bit of alcohol left in it, and bit off the cork containing it. "So this is the whore you've been sleeping with?" She said, trying to pick a fight. The fact that she would call me a whore, just because I was friends with Fang, well that wasn't that bad; I had been called worse. But the fact that she thought that Fang would actually have some hoe to call whenever he needed her irritated me beyond end. Fang wasn't like that. He wouldn't do that.

But what did I know? Maybe he actually did. I could be Lissa; she was always fawning over him. Or maybe Bridget; I might've seen her looking at his ass a couple of times. But it could be anyone, really. Fang wasn't exactly, how you may say, unattractive. Even if I thought of him as nothing more than a friend, I could admit that. And I recollect a lot of the girls were quite ecstatic for his appearance to the school.

What was I even thinking about? Fang couldn't be someone like that. I had known him well enough to deduced what kind of a person he was. He was over at my house twice a week, and we often spent the weekends together, just goofing around. Not to mention the fact that we saw each other everyday at school and texted often.

But had I really known Fang that well? How long ago was it that we officially met? We first spoke to each other in the middle of November; I remember because Jeb had given me a hard beating that night. Now, it was almost April. So we had known each other for five months: and we didn't even really talk to each other for one of those months. Was that the sign of us not really knowing each other? I mean, I hadn't told him my secret about Jeb. Just bits and pieces, but only because the situation called for it. It was a forced revealing. And I had never been inside his house before. Never met his mother before, even though she wasn't much to meet. But still, he met my dad. But, once again, a forced revealing.

I glanced over to Fang's face. It was slightly flushed. He looked down at me, and with a slight turn of his head, he shook his head saying "no." Exactly. That wasn't Fang. He didn't do stuff like that. Not Fang.

I became even more infuriated at Anne. I had to agree with Fang on this one: she is a bitch. But, I took the high road, and stayed polite. "Oh no, ma'am. I'm just a friend of his." I assured her contently.

She gulped down the remaining of the toxin. "Oh, then you must be that snobby, rich bitch he always talks about. How you're just a 'little daddy's girl who has the entire world wrapped around her finger.' Quote, unquote." She remarked cheekily.

I looked up at Fang, a bit hurt. He wouldn't even flash a glaze toward me. "Ma'am, I don't think we got off on the right foot. I'm sorry if I have offended you in anyway."

She scoffed, pushing her way past both Fang and I. "Honey," She sneered, "I might be wasted, but that doesn't mean that my bullshit meter isn't working. I can totally see through this whole polite scheme. Don't look so surprised, I used to do the same thing." She threw the bottle on the ground, letting in shatter on the cheap hardwood. She chuckled, "If you really want to get on my good side, you'll go to the market and by some beer. Oh, by the way, Nicky Dearest, I spent the rest of the weeks money gambling today. I guess you'll just have to deal without food for five days."

Fang clenched his fists, but I responded too quickly, "You know, you're right. I was trying to be nice, but not because I was trying to get on your 'good side." It was because that's the polite thing to do. You try it once or twice."

She turned back toward us. "See, now we actually get to meet the snotty, rich girl. Tell me, have you ever gone a day without eating, not because you were trying to lose weight or something like that, but because you had absolutely no food and no money to get food."

"No, that's never happened to me. And I bet it wouldn't happen that often to you if you didn't gamble and drink all of your money away. You could at least try to get a job, whether it's at a McDonalds or some multibillion dollar company. At least it would show that you cared."

"Sweetie, after your fifteenth drink of the day, you start to lose all emotion entirely. If what you said really mattered to me, I would've already killed you by now. And don't think I couldn't do it." She threatened.

That sent me off the edge. Fang touched my wrist, probably to try and contain what I would be saying next. "Well, asshole, I bet it wouldn't take any effect on me. You're too wasted to aim a gun straight, or even pull out a knife before cutting yourself first." And then I said something I really wish that I could take back. "And you know what, Fang is right. You are a 'bitch who doesn't care about anything.' Quote, unquote."

She laughed deliriously and looked at Fang, "I like that one. She's feisty. Hope you getta good bang outta her." She slurred, before leaving and walking into her bedroom.

I picked up my backpack, glared once at Fang, and stormed out of the shack, slamming the door behind me. The door opened again; Fang must've followed me out. "Max," He said, chasing after me. "Max." He repeated, sternly. "Come 'on Max, don't be like this." I continued to walk toward my car.

"What, Fang? You gonna try and convince me to be your little whore now? Or maybe explain how you didn't say that I was a snobby, rich kid. Quote, unquote." I fumbled around in my backpack to try and find my car keys.

Fang sighed. "Max, I said that before I even really got to know you." There, he had just confirmed that he said that.

"Oh, so now you say that you know me?" I asked, "This was the first time I had ever been to your house. The first time I'd met your mom. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Juliet." I sighed, "I seems to me, that if you really knew me, then you would understand that I wouldn't care if your house sucks ass, or if your mom's a freaking psychopath."

Finally, I found the car keys, and tried to unlock the door. Before I could, Fang took them out of my hands, and threw them down the street. I glared at him intensely. "Max, you do know me, and I do know you."

"Oh really, then why didn't I know that you had some whore on your speed dial?" A friend would've told another friend that.

He laughed. He actually laughed in this occasion. Part of me was surprised, because Fang rarely laughed. In fact, I don't think that I had ever actually heard him full out laugh. But, the other part of me was furious. Here I am, fuming with anger, while he sees this as some kind of joke. "You think that that was actually true? Anne was just trying to mess with you. She was lying."

"Suure."

He stepped closer toward me, "Max, trust me, Anne is a impulsive liar; she'll do anything to get under your skin." He laughed again. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're jealous."

"Ugh, I am not jealous of some slut sleeping with you."

He ignored my comment, "Besides, who do you think I'd be banging? Lissa? Bridget? You know me better than that."

I shook my head, "After today, I don't know if I do." I turned back around, to begin looking for my car keys. I couldn't believe that he had just thrown them onto the street. I grumbled. I finally found them behind the car; I bent down and grabbed them.

He grabbed my wrist, turning me back around, leading me to stumble and fall into his arms. I pushed myself off of him, feeling a hard stomach. I looked at him in confusion. He pushed back a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Max..." He muttered, biting his lower lip, conflicted. He was staring my my lips; I knew where he was going on this. But, I just stood right where I was. His hands cupped my face.

What are you doing Max? I thought. You're just letting him do this. Stop him. He's not supposed to be touching you. You're mad at him, you're mad at him, Max. Why are you letting him do this? Why aren't you stopping him? You are going out with Dylan. What. Are. You. Doing. I subconsciously stepped a bit backwards.

"Fang..."

"I..." Fang hesitated, "I just have to try something." He whispered.

I pushed him a bit back. "Fang. Don't."

"No, I just have to do this, Max." He wouldn't stop looking at my lips.

I didn't know why, but I didn't want to stop him. He leaned in closer. "No, it's impossible." I muttered.

He smirked, "Don't you remember," He said quietly, "nothing is impossible." He took the risk. He jumped the tracks, doing exactly what I should've been preventing him to do.

His lips developed around mine, twisting softly in unison. It started off really slow, simple, easy. But, at the same time, complex and confusing. I mean, hell we were at each other's throats only a minute ago. I felt his warm breath escaped from his mouth and caress my lips. I thought about stopping, but I honestly didn't want to. It was amazing, passionate, real. My arms secured it's place around his neck. It wasn't awkward; it felt natural. His right hand lowered from the back of my head to my back, pulling me closer. My hands tangled within his hair, as I took a deep breath. I should have stopped, but I didn't. I couldn't stop now. My breathing increased, the kiss becoming more and more intense. He pushed me against the car, sending a sharp pain up my back, but I didn't care. All I could do is fight harder and harder against his mouth. He nipped at my inner lip slightly, looking for approval. I bit back, smiling ever so slightly. My tongue made it's way into his mouth. as we continued to kiss in harmony. Our tongues fought the other persons, fighting back and forth. I had won. I pushed my body further against him than I thought was possible.

He moved from my mouth to my neck, sucking and nipping at it. I fell limp in his arms, moaning. It was then that my thoughts pushed back into perspective. I was kissing Fang. Fang was kissing me. I was going out with Dylan. Unwillingly, I pushed Fang away, finally. I flushed intensely; my face looked like a red tomato. "I- I- Um- I have to go, bye Fang." I diverted my eyes, and got into my car, driving away from the scene. He stared at me go emotionlessly. He turned around and walked back into his house.

I knocked furiously on the door in front of me. I was almost in tears. I had not been more afraid of anything in my entire life. The door flung open. "Max, what's wrong?" He asked, worried.

I looked up at him, "Dylan, we need to talk." He closed the door, and sat down on the steps that led to his porch. "I was- um, I was with Fang today. He was really sick, so I tried to comfort him and all. And, he, um," I hesitated, "He kissed me. And I kissed him back."

Dylan looked wide-eyed at me. "Max. Why would you do that? After everything that he's done to you. After everything that I've done for you." Tears began to stream down my face. "Did you like it?"

"What?"

"Did you like it? The kiss?" I stayed silent. "Max, he's nothing but trouble. He's gonna bring you down." He whispered. I remained to be silent. "If you ever need me, you'll know where to find me." He then stood up and walked into his house.

I cried, but I was not sad. No I was not sad, because I was relieved.

So that's the chapter. Aren't you so excited that Max is once again pissed off at Fang. Be sure to sent me hate comments if you want. Don't forget those death threats, I live for those bad boys.

So I don't have the next chapter done, I'm sorry. I have like five billion pages of Spanish homework that I have to do, so it'll probably be done in a week or two. I'll try not to go MIA this time.

So um, peace.

~Maximum Reading