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MAX'S POV
"What? What's the matter?" Sam asked genuinely confused.
"Dylan's here."
"Yeah, and...?"
"He's my ex, and he hates me. Our relationship ended in a big fight between him Iggy and Fang. That was right before you moved here." I explained nervously.
"What caused the fight?"
"Don't get weird about it, but he caught me and Fang kissing." I saw Sam swallow hard. "When he found us he hit me. He had been hurting me like that for the past few months."
His eyes widened, "That dick hit you?"
"Yes, and kicked, and pushed me on the ground... but please don't make a big deal out of it." I looked pleadingly into his blue eyes.
"How can I not?"
"Fang and Iggy took care of it, it's done. Now, lets go dance." We made our way to the dance floor. We danced for about two minutes, then Dylan interrupted us.
"May I have dance with the beautiful young lady." He asked Sam.
"Fuck off Dylan." I cut in.
"I didn't ask you bitch." he snapped. Sam looked pissed.
"Don't you talk to her like that!"
"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" He asked cockily.
"Do you really wanna find out?" Sam asked in a deathly whisper. You couldn't tell by looking at him, but he was a triple black belt in karate.
"Bring it on bitch." Dylan yelled causing everyone else to freeze and stare. Sam was about to punch him, but I pulled on his arm before he swung.
"Both of you stop!" I yelled.
"Stay the fuck out of this!" Dylan yelled and shoved me, making me loose my balance on my heels. I fell with a thud, and hit my head. Murmurs and gasps came from our 'audience.' Then Sam swung, and all hell broke loose. Then everything went black.
FANGS POV
I was just wandering through the mall, thinking of Max. She looked plane gorgeous tonight. And who got to go with her? Sam. That little fucker. I was leaving Hot Topic when I accidentally ran into someone. We both fell on our asses.
"Oh my god I am so so so sorry." she had red hair, and lots of it.
"It's fine." I mumbled and helped her up.
"I'm Lissa." She smiled.
"Nick"
"Well do you you wanna get some ice cream with me?"
"Can't sorry, dad will spaz if I'm not home soon." it was a complete lie. I'm almost never home before midnight on the weekends.
"Well maybe you'll be at my new school, tomorrows my first day."
I nodded and walked off. I decided to go to Jason's house. I walked in without warning, him and Spencer were stoned on the floor.
"What's up guys."
"Mah penis." Spencer laughed.
"Well OK then..."
"Want some weed?". Jason asked lifting up his bowl.
"Nah." I had never done that kind of stuff, surprisingly. No one believed me when I told them I had never it...
"Suit your self..."
"Hey what if I asked Max to the Halloween ball...?" Spencer said.
"She is pretty hot." Jason added. I was not enjoying this conversation.
"Bet you twenty dollars I can get in her pants by the time of the ball."
"Oh you're on! You in too nick?"
"Why not?" I wanted to punch that bastard! But, being me, I kept my face impassive.
"Why'd you come over." Jason asked.
"Get some girl to leave me alone. I had to make up an excuse to get away."
They both nodded.
"Oh hey, Nick, that new Sam kid was completely bashing you in 6th period. He was calling you an 'emo fag, who probably has a secret diary with girly poetry.'"
"Well he's a bastard..." I thought already plotting my revenge...
MAX'S POV.
I was pulled out of the blackness when I felt something wet and cold on my face. My eyes fluttered open to see a very concerned Sam leaning over me. Dylan was passed out on the floor a few feet a way with a bleeding nose. Sam had a black eye, and a big cut on his cheek.
"Sam? Are you alright?" I asked lightly touching the cut.
"Me? Are you insane, I thought you were dead?"
"I'm fine, been through worse than this." I tried to sit up but I got to dizzy, the wet thing on face, which turned out to be a rag, fell off of me. I lied back down, and realized how much damage had been done. My head hurt like a bitch, and I thought I sprained my wrist.
"What time is it?" I asked weakly.
"Around 11:30."
"Shit. Iggy's gonna kill me... And you."
"Lets get you home then." he said and picked me up bridal style. We rode home in silence. I stared out the window at the all to familiar scenery. When we pulled in to the driveway I saw Iggy on the porch, glaring at us. I opened my door and stumbled out of the truck, I still had no balance. Iggy assumed I was drunk, and ran angrily towards us. Then he saw me holding my swollen wrist, Sam black eye, and his cut.
"holy Shit! What the hell happened!"
"We ran into Dylan." I managed to croak out.
"We left him knocked out on the floor..."
"He did this to you!" Iggy yelled.
"Well, yeah."
"Ugh! I am literally going to kill him!" He meant it.
"No Ig. You are not being sent to jail!"
"Fine, but he is not getting away with this..."
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