Chapter 8 Of I Hate Wonder Woman

(A/N: guys, if you thought that was a cliffy... Oh hell, you guys will HATE me for one of my later ones. You will probably track me down a kill me... Ahem. Yeah, there's already been foreshadowing for that. Also, I know this scenario is overdone, but bear with me. Because of the fact that I have two stories -including this- and I start co-authoring another one, I don't care about the polls, the chapters are probably going to be shorter, but more often. And one word about all your comments about the cliffy: ANTICLIMAX BABIES, muahahaha.

Ohgoshohgoshohgosh. I wanna get to the fax NOW. But I cant.

In a reply to person22: MARRY ME. I do that but not all the time!•v•

Also, Im holding a mini contest. Whoever can guess my plot twist *wink wink*, If there is one, wins a Character to be... Iggy/ nudges/ lissa's/ or someones (even Nick 3) short term boyfriend/girlfriend! To enter, PM me your guesses. If you get it right you must NOT tell anyone. If I get multiple guesses that are correct, I will pick the one closest to the truth. It's open until I say so/ someone guesses! Good luck!)

MAX

Regrettably, I ALWAYS take my dares, so I shifted to face Fang, who was sitting beside me. The rest of the family sat in the circle, making everything a million times more awkward.

"Uhh..." We both said at the same time.

I began to lean in awkwardly, blushing furiously. He leaned in too, staring directly into my eyes, making me uneasy. I tilted my to the side, a bit, not too sure about how to go about this.

I had never bothered to get a boyfriend or be kissed since I never knew when I would be leaving to move abroad next.

Time was moving slowly, slowly, slowly, dragging on like quicksand through a narrow hourglass. Fang's amazing black hair had fallen into his face a bit, but then again, so had mine. A few beads of water sparkled on his eyelashes from the melting snow still on us. I could feel the line of vision of the rest of the family burning into the back of my head.

I took a deep breath in, but exhaled softly, as not to bother Fang. I stared into his eyes again, and there was something in them I couldn't place. This moment seemed almost remnant of a lucid dream, or at least it was, the way my mind played it out.

Did I want to do this?

Closer and closer our lips came and time slowed down to a slow motion replay of a slow motion video. Finally, or too soon, I wasn't sure, I could feel the brush of his nose skimming mine. Then, our lips only a hairs breadth from touching...

"I'm home!" Cried Mrs. Mom. I had an urge to finish the kiss, but instead, I jumped up, whacking my forehead on his. Luckily Mom would not be able to see that.

"Ow. Ow." I moaned. Fang stood up, while everyone else rushed to go see Mrs. Mom. "You okay?" I asked.

I couldn't see his eyes, but he shook his hair off of his face. "Yeah. I'm fine."

We sat sat on the sofa for a few moments, just staring at our knees, before I stood up. An awkwardness that I had never really felt around Fang lingered in the air between us, thick and nearly tangible.

"Max..." Fang started.

I ran out of the room.

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Now don't go thinking I ran out because I was too awkward around him, because it *mostly* wasn't. It was because a sharp shot of pain swept me and I had to get an aspirin.

I should not have gone sledding with my shoulder. The sudden realization that I could have popped a stitch suddenly came to the front of my mind. I really did not want to go to the hospital again... Maybe I could get Mrs. Mo to fix it for me, if I did.

I could feel a warmth on my shoulder, so I pulled off my Invader Zim tee shirt. I stepped in front of my mirror and angled myself so I could see my shoulder. Sure enough, I could see torn skin where a stitch had been pulled and blood had begun to trickle out. I must not have noticed it from the numbing cold weather. I tore out a few tissues from the box, and shoved them to my arm.

"Max?" Fang asked from outside. Before I could answer, the door began to open, so I grabbed the first thing I could grab and wrapped the towel around my undergarment clad chest. Fang entered and saw me, so he turned his head away.

"What?" I cried, surprised and annoyed.

"I wanted to see if you were okay. Uh, jeez, are you going to going to shower or something? Sorry." Fang sounded slightly flustered.

"I'm fine. Can you get your mom?" I asked hurriedly.

"Sure... Why? Is it lady issues or something. I mean..." I'm pretty sure that I saw traces of a blush on his pallid cheeks.

"Shut up," I told him. "Shut up, Mr. Emotionless. Just shut up before you ruin yourself any further. And no. I popped a stitch sledding."

"Sure."

Back to one word answers. I thought I was making progress.

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"Wow, Mom!" Nudge cooed, fawning over Mom's dress. "Are you going on a date or something?"

I rubbed on my newly stitched shoulder sourly. It really hurt. "Yeah. You look really pretty Mrs. Mom."

"Mrs. Mom?" Valencia chuckled. "Max, that is a new one. Just call me mom."

I grinned but didn't answer.

"So where are you going?" Angel asked.

"I'm going to a party." Mom replied matter-of-factly.

"Without me?" Iggy cried, mock offended.

"Yes." Mom replied. "And you can come, as long as you don't mind hanging out with Liz's daughter Debbie."

"Derpy Debbie?" Iggy groaned. "Never mind."

"Iggy, be quiet or I'll make you come to the cocktail party." Mom warned. It's called a lazy eye, don't be rude."

"Sorry mom." Iggy sighed. "Bye."

"Bye," Mom replied. "Remember, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon; I'm taking a graveyard shift." after she had stitched the ripped part of my arm earlier, she had slept five or six hours.

And with that, she was gone.

"Sooo..." Iggy said slowly, cracking his knuckles by stretching his arms out in front of him. "Angel and Nudge, Olibia and Laura will be here to pick you up any moment now for your sleep over. Gazzy, same with Jackson. For us, a party!"

"What?" I asked. "A party? We're going to a party?"

"Yeah." Fang told me. "I'm not a huge party guy, but the chick who throws them throws the most amazing parties ever."

"That is an understatement, my friend," Iggy told me, lowering his voice. "Have you ever been mud and cold jello wrestling, then jumping into a hottub?"

"I've done some pretty crazy things, but not that. Don't tell me you've ever done that..." I half asked.

"I haven't..." Fang started.

"But I have!" Iggy cried.

Just then, the doorbell rang. "Gazzy. Angel, Nudge!" Fang called. "Come down stairs!"

They all bounded down the stairs together, each with an overnight bag clasped in their eager hands. I opened the door, to see two different people. Both were two women, slightly younger than mom.

"Hi," One of them greeted me with a smile. "You must be the new exchange student, Max. I'm Allison. I'm Jackson's mother, Gazzy's friend." I shook her hand.

"Hello." I said. "Jolly good to meet you." I jammed up the British, realizing that even though my accent was still there and mild, the lingo was already leaving me.

"And I'm, well, I'm also Alison, but I'm the mother of Angel and Nudge's friends, Laura and Olivia. It's nice to meet you too, but you must excuse me or else we'll miss the movie." She smiled hurriedly, and I notice a touch of Brit in her voice. She took Angel and Nudge and let them to her blue minivan.

Allison waited for the taillights to disappear, before leaving with Gazzy.

Once they were gone, Iggy piped up. "Now, prepare yourself, my pretties, for the greatest party of your life!"

"Well, I'm so smoking that I don't even have to get ready." Fang smirked.

"Not in those pjs, you're not." I told him. "I don't even like getting ready, and I've never been to a high-school party before, and I know to spruce up."

I went upstairs to decide what to wear for the party. I didn't really care, but I wanted something good for my large plaster, which mom had put on. Like, I didn't really care too much if it showed, but I didn't want it being tugged on by my clothes. Therefore, I rooted around in my closet and drawers for something to put on. I figured all the people there would make it warm, so I put on a grey tank top, and a slightly loose off the shoulder pale yellow-grey top. I pulled on my black skinny jeans to and vowed to wear my black, hand painted converse high-tops, which I had painted with yellow and blue fabric pens on the way here. Yeah, I was proud of them.

I smudged on some grey eyeliner and a swipe of mascara. I wasn't really a make up person, but I didn't mind eye makeup as much and I sometimes wore it. Then, I tugged a brush through my hair before going downstairs.

Fang had changed into a pair of dark grey pants and wait for it... A black Five Finger Death Punch tee. (A/N: Epic name. I love that band. Just got the new album :D 3). Iggy wore a blue tee shirt that said "Keep calm and party on" and had a picture of a drunk stick man on it. He also wore light grey jeans and had combed his strawberry blonde hair shaggy.

"Hey. You look nice." Fang said. "Ready?" He gave me another short grin when we walked to the car. My heart skipped a beat again.

"Uh... Fang?" I said, feigning worriedness. "I think you have a facial tick."

"What do you mean?" Fang asked, as he opened the door for me, letting me have shotgun, then sitting in the back.

I turned so I could look at him. "Well," I explained frankly. "You're smiling."

Fang fake slapped at me, and Iggy told us to stay still; he was going to be impaired enough at the end of the night.

Fang and I gave a small laugh at that.

"So, whose house are we going to?" I asked. "Have I met them?"

"Yeah." Iggy told me. "Darren Shay and his sister Lacy. Darren's our friend. I think we introduced him to you last week."

"I remember. Brown hair, grey eyes?" I asked.

"Yeah."

This is where the talking stopped, because as we pulled onto the street, the music that we had already hear several roads over became significantly louder. Iggy pulled onto the closest curb he could find, several houses down. He immediately ran towards a girl exiting a car with two others and kissed her.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"His girlfriend, Jennifer." Fang replied. "Let's go?"

We walked toward the front door together in silence. The closer we came, the louder the music got. It was only nine thirty, so I could only guess that the party would get larger. The house in front of us was enormous. It was elegant grey brick, three floors tall, and looked like a mansion. Ivy crawled up part of it, and there were several large windows, giving us a sneak peek at what was inside. There were teenagers everywhere, except for a few places and they were, many of them holding red plastic beer cups. Some were dancing on the marble staircases, too. There also seemed to be dozens of couples making out everywhere.

Fang noticed me shiver from the cold, so he put his hand on my back, a gesture that I normally would have swatted off, and led me inside. As soon as we entered, the scent of teenagers, lust, music and alcohol assaulted my nose in an incredible miasma. It wasn't a bad smell, but it was something I had never heard before.

"Faaaannng!" Slurred a boy, that I believed to be Darren. "Max!" He slapped us on the back, separating us and wrapping his arms around our shoulders. Fang loomed slightly pissed off, but I thought it wad funny. This was all new to me.

"Already drunk, Darren?" Fang asked him.

"Yes. And you... And you will be too!" Darren raised his pitch at the end. "To the keg!"

He led us, staggering through the mob of teenagers, to a large area, with a slightly less population density. The area was mostly grey and white and chrome, so I guessed that it was a fairly modern kitchen. Of course, it wasn't as nice now, and I guessed that it would only get worse. Already, On the counters were crates and crates of six packs, along with some bottles of juice and bottles of assorted alcohols. Jack Daniels, Some sort of rum with a pirate on it, vodka and vodka. Basically, it seemed like several of the party goers had simply raided their parents liquor cabinets and garage fridges. There was a rainbow of colored bottle, colored booze. Darren disappeared somewhere behind a lustful couple, and we followed him. He handed us two cups and opened can of beer, handing them to us.

"Can or cup?" He asked.

"We'll take the can." Fang advised. He turned to the can. "It's always better to chose the can if possible. Never put it down."

I just stared down at the can. Was I really going to do this? Drink at a party. I felt Fang put his arm around my shoulder an lead me out.

Yes, yes I was.

"So, since you're fairly new, do just way to hang with me until you find your way?" Fang asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah. Sure." I said. "You didn't seem like a drinker."

"I'm not." Fang replied, moving us to a quieter corner. "Just recreationally. And I don't get whacked, like Iggy."

"Huh," I said. I was about to say something when two tipsy girls stumbled between us, giggling.

"Hey, Fang..." One of them asked. She looked like she was one of the cheerleaders. The girl was wearing a very short denim mini skirt a short, flimsy pink camisole and short matching heels. Her hoop earrings looked enough to choke someone with. Her blond hair was messy, probably from crazy dancing.

The other one seemed way more inebriated. She was swaying on her two and a half inch heels. (A/N: to all those people who write 'in her ten inch stripper heels', that's not possible) and stumbling. I realized that this was Lissa. She was dressed less sluttily, but she was still in a short green dress that clashed with her waist length red hair.

"Fannggg," She slurred. "I love you. So much. I miss you!" She screamed, then burst into tears. "Why did we break up? Why... Won't you?" She looked down or her empty beer cup. "I'm out... I'm out of booze. Bye!" She stumbled off cackling like a hyena.

"That was weird..." I said, staring after her. I took a tentative sip of my own drink. It wasn't great, but wasn't too bad.

"She has a very low alcohol tolerance." Fang explained shortly, wiping his hand on his pants where she had touched him.

How many parties had they gone to together?

Iggy ran up to us, Jennifer in tow. She was pretty, really pretty, but in an academic type way. She had straight, light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. She had hazel-green eyes and a few freckles on her nose and oval face.

"Max. This is Jenny." Iggy introduced, with his arm around his waist. "Let's go to the garage. They're playing pong. Beer pong."

I followed Fang, Iggy and Jennifer to where I assumed the garage was. I jogged a bit to catch up with them. "What is beer pong?" I asked.

Jennifer looked at me and smiled. "Either very fun or very gross. Just wait and see Max."

The garage was packed full of people, all surrounding a table where a guy and a girl were half filling triangular clusters of red plastic cups with beer.

"Hey!" One of the guys shouted. "It's the newbie! Max!"

"Max!" Came a chorus of cries. Several people began swarm me, until Iggy shouted.

"Let's begin!" He cried! "Tonight, we will have our reigning Champion of BP, Dylan, playing one of you!"

The room, almost packed full of people cheered. Jennifer leaned over to me. "So, the way we play here, is that two people face each other. They take turns tossing a ping pong ball into the other persons cup. It it lands in a cup, they move the cup to the side, then re-throw the ball. This goes on until someone misses. Then, both teams drink the cups at the side. It goes on until all of one persons cups are all empty, or someone barfs, which isn't often." She pointed to the garbages on each side of the table. We couldn't see really well, so Fang, Jennifer and I made our way to the front ring of the crowd.

"Who would like to defend the champion?" Iggy cried.

"Hey, Iggy! You do it!" a guy shouted from the back.

"Yeah! Iggy!" People were yelling. "Iggy!"

After several playful shoves, Iggy made his way into the middle, and Darren took over Iggy's place. "Ready? Go!"

Iggy grabbed a ping pong ball and bounced it onto one of Dylan cups. Dylan lobbed it into one of Iggy's. That repeated itself until Iggy missed one, leaving Dylan to drink three and Iggy four. They both chugged down their glasses. Again and again this happened until finally, three rounds and ten glasses in, Iggy was losing miserably. Dylan had only drank half of that. Iggy's face grew ashen as he gulped down his eleventh cup.

"Watch out!" Someone shouted. "He's gonna spew!"

Instinctively, everyone, not just the people near him jumped back as Iggy stumbled to garbage and unleashed a torrent of foul vomit. I stepped back in disgust, and noticed Jennifer looking nauseous. I grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the room. Fang followed me out soon after.

"You okay?" I asked her.

She nodded weakly. "I just can't stand barf. Weak stomach." She took another sip of her drink. "You're Max, right? I'm Jennifer Joy. Call me JJ. Nice to meet you!" She smiled at me, and a group of girls waved at her, so se jogged over with a backhand wave.

I drank some more as Fang and I made our way outside, where I saw several people filling up an inflatable pool. Not one of those little kiddy ones, but one of the medium above-ground ones that is a few feet deep and eight feet wide. They were filling it with dirt from bags and what looked like jello, and water.

"Parties are more fun when you know more people, right?" Fang asked.

"Yep. But I know them, I guess. They're just not friends." I replied, throwing my empty can somewhere on the ground.

"You want another one?" Fang asked.

I said no thanks. "So, why are you so l depressed or whatever?" I asked.

"I'm not." Fang replied, nonchalantly.

"But you wear all black, it's like a uniform." I shot back, annoyed that he wasn't going to talk enough to explain.

"I like black."

"Fine." If he was going to play the few word game, so was I. I grabbed his drink and took a frustrated sip.

"Who was Ella?"

I choked on my drink and began to cough. After a moment, with Fang whacking my back, I collected myself enough to respond. That was an extremely unexpected question. "She was my sister." I replied.

"Was?" Fang asked.

"Was." I confirmed. Then I got up and walked to the growing crowd around the pool.