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Chapter 3 – The boy named Fang
Max POV
I was so lost in my thoughts about Jeb that I didn't even realize at first that he had said it.
"What are the scares from?" I was mad for a moment. He just met me, why should I tell him? I looked into to his eyes to see him looking at mine already. He seemed sad at my feeling this way. He seemed to be kind and sincere as he asked. He looked as though it had just slipped out and that he didn't mean to say it. But he had. And all of a sudden I felt as though I had to answer.
"My pocket knife." I said. I expected him to run yelling that I was an emo freak.
But he didn't he just sat there for a moment digesting this before he did the strangest thing. He pulled me into his arms letting my head rest against his chest as his arms wrapped around me tightly, afraid I would pull back.
I didn't, I couldn't. He was the first person in my life to show true kindness to me even after he found out about my little "habit". It was weird. But also nice. So I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beat and to his steady breathing. After about five minuets of me sitting in his arms being held against his rock hard chest we lent back in unison.
I looked into his eyes and saw what seemed like gold flecks reflecting in the light from the wooden lamp on the table next to the couch. "Thank you." I whispered.
"That's okay." He whispered back.
"Would you like some dryer clothes."
"Yes please if you wouldn't mind." I got up to get them when he grabbed my hand sending a tingling sensation up and down my body. "Would you like me to clean up the kitchen are..."
"Max." I replied. "You don't have to."
He smiled slightly in the dim light. It was so amazing that it gave me butterfly's. "I want to." He said simply. This is truly the most kindness I have ever been given in my life by one person.
"Thank you...arr..."
"Fang." Fang. What an amazing name.
Twenty minuets later we were dry and sitting at the dinner table eating pizza Fang and I made together. He figured out I couldn't cook. And had helped me make a pizza. First time I have cooked anything without it exploding.
"So let me get this straight," I said looking into his gorgeous eyes once more, "You got kicked out of your old school because you glad wrapped the toilets?" he nodded and I started laughing. "Seriously." He nodded again and shrugged. I kept laughing and soon he did a little to. I worked out that he doesn't talk much and doesn't show a lot of emotion on his face. However, when I looked into his eyes I could not only see his emotions, but his thoughts as well. It was strange. But awesome at the same time.
"So what school are you going to go to now?" I asked still slightly laughing.
"Arizona east. Start next Monday" He relied, shrugging.
"No." I said folding my arms. Fake angry. "That's my school." I smiled, losing all trace of being fake angry. "Awesome." I grabbed his plate and carried it to the sink and began to wash up he came over grabbed a towel and began to dry.
I was almost done when he flicked his towel at my waist when was turning to get the final white, pizza covered plate.
I turned to wards him and smiled. "I hope you realize, Fang. This. Means. War." Dragging out the last part and grabbing a tea towel as well and flicked it at him.
For the next five minuets Fang and I harmlessly flicked towels at one another. That was until he filled a clean plastic cup with dirty dish water and threw it at me. I jumped back but it still got me covering me in red, pizza water. D-escut-ing. I glared at him then ran out of the kitchen to the laundry and shut the door.
"Max?" Fang asked through the white painted door. Seconds later I had pulled the door open and thrown the laundry water on him drenching him from head to toe.
"Victory!" I screamed and laughing at his wet figure. The black hair that fell over his eyes now plastered to his forehead.
He was motionless for about two minuets before I came closure to him worried that I had done something to him. Then, out of no where, he raps his arms around me in a bear hug. After I few seconds he pulls back to look at me. Wet all down my front from his hug. I screw up my face and I hear him start to laugh and I couldn't help but laughing too. His laugh not only beautiful, but contagious.
After our laughing fit and getting changed out of another set of wet clothing we sat down on the couch. "So, how come you were sitting in the rain on the corner of a street full abandoned houses." I asked.
"Well, first off they they can't be abandoned if they haven't been lived in yet and second because I was depressed."
"Why were you depressed?" I pressed.
"Umm..." he stuttered.
"You can tell me." I reassured.
"But I only just met you." He said, dead serious.
"Come on, I already told you my deepest, darkest secret in the hole world and we new each other less when we do now." I was serious too. No one knew that I cut my self. No one. Except for the people who would rather not be around me because of it.
"Fine." He said slowly after a moment of thinking. "I was just told my mother has cancer."
Oh, now he looked depressed. I wandered what to do. With out my consent my body moved towards him and hugged him genitally for a moment. When I pulled back he looked slightly lost for words.
"You'll be okay." I said slowly.
"She won't though." He mumbled.
"How do you know?" I said, to counter his argument.
"I can feel it."
I opened my mouth to say more on the topic but he didn't want me to and instead said. "Why do you get to ask all the questions?"
"Not all of them. That was a question Fang." He smiled crookedly. "What do you want to know?"
"Okay, first off," he began, "where are your parents?"
I lent back on the couch slightly. I was going to tell him that I didn't want to tell him but when I looked into his eyes I knew that he wouldn't tell anyone and that he would understand. "My mum and half sister Ella are off exploring the world and left me here four months ago. alone. My dad, if you can call him that, is a large believer in science and experimentation. On, in particular, me."
"You?' he questioned.
I nodded. "I used to live with him and when I was four he took me to this place he called the "school"," I made quotation marks in the air, "and he ran all types of experiments on me, pumped me full of drugs and almost killed me several times." I shuddered. "I still have night mares."
"Is that why you...?" His eyes widened. He hadn't meant to say that, it just slipped out. "Wait! I'm Sorry! I didn't mean to say that. It just..."
"Slipped out?" I finished for him and he nodded. "And yes. And it is because I cut my self that mum and Ella aren't around. Don't want to be near me." I finished sighing.
"Oh Max." Fang breathed I looked at him, his eyes sad, not that the rest of his face was, the rest was, as usual, plastered. "I'm sorry."
"What? Not your fault." I looked up little bit brighter at him. "Do you know your the first person I have told that before."
"Am I?" he said and his lips twitched.
"Yeah." I replied.
Thirty minuets later Fang and I walked down a dimly lit street towards a beautiful, white house that had a huge tree with I swing on it out the front.
"So," I said conventionally as we walked towards another perfect house at which perfect people , who wouldn't even look at me, live. Except I was with the boy who's perfect house at which perfect people , who wouldn't even look at me, live, talking to him. Lol. "This is where you live?"
"Yeah." he said casually. We walked up the steps to the porch and Fang knocked on the big friendly red door. A little blond girl answered the door, her hair glowing like a halo, surrounding her head.
"Mum, Dad Fang's home!" she yelled over her shoulder. Then turned back to Fang. "Fang!" she grinned broadly as he lent down and scooped her up then kissed her nose affectionately.
"Hey Angel." Fang said to the little girl in his arms. "This is Max." The angel girl looked at me shyly and smiled. I smiled back, a warming sensation filling my heart.
"Oh my goodness! Fang!" A black haired lady who looked the spitting image of Fang gushed almost running towards Fang. Fang let the little blond girl, who -by the way- look like an angel, drop to the ground just before the black haired lady engulfed him in a hug. "I was so worried I thought that you ran away!"
"Never mum." he looked at me then said, "Was just helping out a friend." and he gestured to me once he was free from his mothers embrace.
"Oh hello!" she said brightly at me. She held out a hand. "I am Fang's mum. Lucy or Mrs Ride, which ever you prefer." I shook her hand and smiled at her.
"Lucy, darling, what's happening?" I man asked from inside the house.
"Fang's home Richard dear. It's okay he was just at a friends place."
"I should be going." I said looking up at Fang.
"Yeah I guess." he said looking kind of depressed. "Dad will you drive Max home. I don't want her walking home alone in the dark?"
"Yes of course." Richard said as I smiled shyly at Fang.
"I'll meet you out side the school at 3 : 03 tomorrow." He said looking at me with sparkling eyes.
So that's it guy's. Hope you liked it.
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In the next chapter - Max's "habit" comes in and you learn more about her past.