OMG GUYS I'M LIKE TERRIBLY REMORSEFUL BECAUSE I LEFT Y'ALL HERE THE ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR LIKE OMG. I'LL MAKE THIS UP TO YOU GUYS SOMEHOW! I WOULD TOTALLY TELL Y'ALL HOW MY FRESHMAN YEAR WENT, BUT YOU GUYS PROBABLY WANT TO KNOW ABOUT HOW MAX MEETS FANG IN THIS STORY.

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5. MPOV

"Max!" I heard my mom yell from a different room in the house.

I ran toward her voice and found her in the library. "Yea, mom?"

"First off, you need to change."

I looked down at my outfit, which was sweats and a t-shirt.

"Second, Dylan called and said he left his jacket here, so I need you to go return it to him. It's in the hall closet near the parlor."

"Mom," I whined. "Why me?"

"Just go, please."

I looked at her for a second. "Fine. I'll go."

I wasn't in the mood to see Dylan today. I couldn't tell you why, I just wasn't. But, slowly, I changed into jeans and a nice shirt so I could go out. Truth be told, I hadn't been to town in a while, like a month or so. I guess it was because I had been busy or something.

Before I left, I called Dylan and told him I was on my way. He sounded super excited to see me, and I tried to sound excited, but I wasn't.

People who recognized me when I was heading across town nodded respectfully to me and said crap like "Good day, my lady" and I respectfully replied. I honestly tried to keep a low profile, which was impossible. I was almost glad when someone was rude to me.

Here's what happened: I was minding my own business and walking when this guy came barreling into me at full speed.

"What the heck?" I exclaimed as I hit the ground and got a few thousand cuts and scratches on my body.

"Watch where you're going, you idiot." The guy said. He had shaggy black hair and was wearing all black. His eyes were also a dark black.

"Fang." A girl's voice said in a warning tone. I got up and whirled around and saw a girl about 11-ish with fluffy blonde hair and blue eyes approach. "Hi. Sorry about my brother, Princess. I hope you can forgive him. He's been through a tough time lately."

He looked at me, and I looked back at him. "You're the great 'Princess Maximum'? You don't look like much of a princess to me."

"I would advise you shut up." I said in my steely warning tone that made most people cower in fear. This Fang boy didn't even flinch.

"What are you going to do to me? Lock me in a dungeon?"

"Oh, I can do a lot worse than that, boy." I promised him.

"Fang Martinez!" Another girl's voice yelled. "I'll tell mom you're being disrespectful, and that is the princess and she doesn't have to wear a ballgown everywhere. Gosh. I mean, at least she looks better than Lisa. My goodness, you two would make an adorable couple and then one day you could be king and I could—" The blonde girl put her hand over this girl's mouth. Her skin was mocha colored. There's no other way to explain it. Her hair was a frizzy brown and blonde mess. She looked about 15.

"Sorry. By the way, I'm Nudge and this is Angel."

"It was nice to meet you girls." I told them, smiling. Then, at the same time, Fang and I glared at one another and I walked away from him.

When I finally got to Dylan's house—actually, it was more of a mansion—he was absolutely delighted to see me. His huge smile was contagious, and so I couldn't help but smile back. He thanked me for my jacket and invited me to stay for a while, but I told him I couldn't. On my way out, he kissed my hand like they did in the olden days. Like I've said before, perfect, but way too cheesy. It was like some old romantic movie I was living in right now…

I quickly cleared those thoughts out of my head at once because if I did live in that time, I would always have to wear some stupid looking dress. I took a longer way home because I didn't want to run into that Fang boy—or more accurately, him run into me—again.

I was home pretty quickly surprisingly.

"Hey mom." I said when I found her.

"Hey Max. How was Dylan?" she asked.

"Fine." I hesitated for a second. "Have you ever heard of a guy named Fang Martinez? I ran into—or actually, he ran into me, but yeah I met him and, I think 2 girls that were his sisters? Angel and… Nudge I think they said they were."

"Oh." My mom said, looking surprised. She then hesitated for a second. "Well, I suppose you're referring to Nicholas and his sisters, Angel and Monique. What odd nicknames. Huh."

"What about them?" I asked.

"Well…their mother is Valencia Martinez. They're all adopted, I believe. Fang is…troubled. He is the oldest, but the newest addition to their family because his parents died."

I stood there, speechless. I immediately, in my mind, forgave Fang for the things he had said today.

"Uh, wow. That's…horrible. Poor guy." I said.

"Yes. But I want you to stay away from him, okay? Like I said, he's very troubled, and I don't trust that he is…stable enough to be near someone if he gets angry or something."

"Okay, mom." I said sounding tired.

I went to my room to change and waited for someone to call me for dinner.

Horrible ending, sorry! I promise that I will put up the next chapter soon. I already have the beginning in my head.

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