Okay, good jobs guys. Four follows, four favourites, four reviews and 200+ views. Thanks! XD To be honest, I really didn't expect many because usually my first chapters don't get read a lot. Last chapter, I forgot to give credit to autumnflame for the summary so Danni, there's your shout-out.

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Selfish Love: Bro Talk, Trig and Cookies

Max didn't like emo guys staring at her during math class. She really didn't. But apparently, 13 other girls in the class would kill for it to happen to them. Especially if that guy was Fang.

"I'm not an emo," he whispered in her ear.

"Do your trigonometry," Max told him in a monotone voice.

Fang tried again.
"No, I don't know why you think I'm an emo. If it's the clothes, I just like sleeveless jackets and rolling up my sleeves and Converses with skulls on them and bleaching my hair. It's cool you know? I'm not an emo, I swear."

Max rolled her eyes. 'As if!' she thought. His whole school outfit just screamed 'I'm an emo'. It was like a puppy saying that it wasn't utterly adorable.
"Do your trigonometry," she repeated.

She entered 38*tan*(57.42) into her calculator and rounded the answer to the nearest decimal place.

"Do you know how to do Question 6 on Page 4?" Fang continued bugging her.

She was honestly starting to get ticked off by this guy.
"Do your freaking trigonometry and stop talking to me!" she practically growled.

Mr Schneider looked up from correcting math quizzes.
"Is there a problem Miss Janssen?" he demanded.

Max slumped back in her seat.
"No?" Despite her obvious dislike for Fang, it was an unspoken rule of the Teenage Code. Thou shall not rat out emo boy regardless of how much thou hateth him.

"Really? Are you sure that Mr Martinez isn't bothering you?" he asked for confirmation.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. Max had to suck it up and abide by the laws of the Teenage Code.
"Yes, I was just… Er… Talking to myself?"

"Right…." Mr Schneider said unconvinced. "Tell me how that goes."

And after a conversation so awkward with the teacher of her second most favourite teacher, there was only one thing left to do. And you know what that is? And what was that? To glare at Fang like hell of course!

And guess what? The same thing happened in history.

"So who can tell us about the Industrial Revolution?" Mrs Fisher asked the class.

As usual, it was a requirement for all assigned partners to sit next to each other. With the exception of Nudge, Max was getting glares from every single girl in the room. It wasn't her fault. She wasn't the one who had asked for an annoyingly stalker-ish emo guy as her partner.

"Ha, I bet no one knows about this Industrial Revolution thingie," Fang told her.

Max sighed loudly and used her hand to block out Fang from her line of vision.

"Monique Edger," Mrs Fisher addressed, pointing to Nudge.

Nudge stuttered over her words.
"Erm yes… The Industrial Revolution. I know about that. I totally know about that."

Mrs Fisher gave a sly grin as if terrorising the lives of high school students was her job.
"I suggest you read Page 48, young lady."

Max turned around in her seat ever so slightly to give her best friend a reassuring glance.

"Urgh, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her," Nudge seethed.

"I think you mentioned that already," Iggy told her.

"Don't worry," Max told her casually, "She's only harassing you because she has nothing better to do. And because she gets such a great reaction out of you, she feels satisfied and wants to keep on doing it."

During that lesson alone, Mrs Fisher had picked on Nudge eight times. In a row. That had to be a new record!

"Yeah, don't worry, no one really knows about the revolution anyway. You're not the only one," Fang said cheerfully.

"You are the happiest emo I have ever met," Max thought aloud.

"I'm telling you, I'm not an emo!"

"Yeah right, and puppies aren't adorable."

"I know, they're so adorable, right?" Fang agreed.

"Yeah, sooooooo adorable. Wait… What were we talking about again?" Max asked, narrowing her eyes.

Fang tried to talk with his mouth full of lasagne. And failed. With epic proportions.
"I haf gno igea wuk ee are porking agout, but de ood ere tif ate! (I have no idea what we were talking about, but the food here is great!)"

"Yeah, you're so right dude," Iggy concurred, "Righteous man."

"You actually understood that?" Nudge asked bewildered.

"Bro, this is bro talk man. We bros always and I mean always understand bro talk," Iggy explained as if it actually made sense.

"It's like all the food here is magic!" Fang raved passionately.

"As if!" Max snorted, "It's called private school food. The price is all in your tuition fee."

"Wait… We have to pay for this?" Iggy froze with a sporkful of lasagne halfway to his mouth. "I thought it was all for free!" He looked down sadly at his fourth helping of food.

The bell rang signalling the start of fourth period.

"Urgh… What do we have next?" Max asked, turning to Nudge and her ever trusty timetable.

"I have home economics, which means that you have… Er…"

"Biology," Fang finished for her. "This is our dissection class." He grinned like a drunk maniac.

"Ick, why did I choose to take biology again? Why didn't I choose something easy like home economics?"

"Uh… I think last year when we were choosing our electives, you heard that Lissa was taking home economics so you refused to take that class," Nudge recounted.

Max groaned. So in the end, it was her fault that she had to be in biology. Her own pride and stubbornness had caused her to meet her end. And the worst part? In the end, Lissa didn't even take home economics and had instead chosen dance.
"First, we need to set some ground rules," she told Fang as she was getting up from her seat.

"Hmm… for a cafeteria, this place is really nice. And clean," he commented as if she hadn't said anything.

"First off, this isn't a cafeteria. It's the dining hall. The King Henry dining hall if you want to be specific about it. And secondly, in all future classes, please refrain from talking to me. Or staring at me. Or looking in my general direction at all. Please, please, please! I implore you, don't make the other girls hate me even more," she commanded.

"No," Fang put it simply.

"Oh you had better ignore me," Max continued.

"No."

"Urgh, you're unbelievable," she muttered, storming in the general direction of the science labs.

Fang caught up to her with his large stride.
"Unbelievably handsome. I'm a snappy dresser and I also play a mean harmonica."

Fang subtly stuffed a large chocolate chip cookie into his mouth. Ms Teemo was sitting behind her laptop typing frantically as if she was writing her own story in her "spare time". Spare time being defined as class time meaning she wasn't a very good teacher or very motivated. To be honest, biology that year was going to be a bludge.

"Eating in the science lab is dangerous," Max warned him.

Fang chewed thoughtfully and remained silent.
"But cookies are delicious. Especially choc chip ones!" he told her after swallowing the baked good.

Max blanked. Her mother didn't let her eat junk food. She snuck food home from vending machines when she could but vending machines only ever had chips.
"What are choc chip cookies?"

Fang thought for a moment.
"Well, it's like a cookie except it has bits of chocolate in it," he explained.

She blanked again.
"But what's a cookie?"

"Wait, you don't know what a cookie is?!" he gasped shocked. "Have you been living under a rock?"

"I'm serious, what's a cookie?"

Fang sighed and face-palmed. He pulled a cookie out of the packet in his pocket and handed it to her.
"Just try this."

Max opened her mouth but then stopped.
"I don't owe you a thing. Got that? I do not want to find a letter in my letterbox that says I need to pay you twenty dollars because you gave me food."

Fang raised a sceptical eyebrow.
"Twenty dollars for a cookie? No way, just put the freaking cookie in your mouth and eat it."

Max gave the cookie a suspicious look before forcing it down her throat and preparing for her taste buds to pick up the horrible taste. And her thoughts? It honestly wasn't that bad.
"I expected worse," she admitted. "And it tastes…"

Fang smiled. He made done a good thing. Now there was one less person in this world who would never experience the decadence of chocolate chip cookies.

"It was amazing! Give me more" Max demanded. She took a hold of Fang's shoulders and shook them vigorously. "Give me more cookies."

Ms Teemo looked up from her laptop.
"Is there anyone bleeding?" she asked.

"No," the class chorused.

"Well okay then." She shrugged and went back to her "work".

Fang held up his hands in the universal gesture for surrender. He pulled out a long packet of cookies from his pocket, only half of which was left.

Max widened her eyes. She tore the plastic packaging down for easier access and stuffed cookies into her mouth three at a time. And in no time at all, the cookies were long gone.

"You'd better get me more of this," she growled, "And I'd better get it soon. I'll pay you. I'll get you five dollars a packet, okay? I NEED MORE!"

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