So here's chapter two guys! And thanks for the reviews. You guys are awesome! So I have a longer chapter this time, and I hope you guys like. Here it is!

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Fang POV

It's Saturday, and I have to be at school. At 6:30 in the morning. That's just not right. But my little sister Nudge just HAD to be a cheerleader, which means my parents volunteer ME to drive her to school for the early games. Well, Nudge and 7 of her closest friends.

Right now, they're freaking out about some stunt that they need to practice. So this is the reason why Nudge dragged me out of bed, successfully murdering some much needed sleep time. So that they could practice for 2 hours before the football game. Joy of my freaking life.

And afterwards, they have to cheer at the football game. Which means I have to stay for that too.

Please, just shoot me now.

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So after the girls start to work on whatever it is cheerleaders have to do, I walked over to a Starbucks not too far from school. I ordered some much-needed coffee and sat down at a table, away from the path of your average caffeine-seeking consumer. And I pull out my laptop.

Monday, September 05, 2011 7:14 AM

Yo.

So, I just got done reading some of your guys' comments. 53? On the first post? You guys rock. But moving on…

Today, like I said, I'm gonna tell you about The Girl. She has a name, but you probably won't ever see it on here. I have a name too, Nick. but you can call me Fang.

See, this girl and I are-or at least were-best friends. She just doesn't remember. I lived next door to her, and everything was perfect. We were as close as can be. Yin and yang. Two peas in a pod. BFFEAEA. Whatever you want to call it.

Back then, I had a super weird obsession with bats and vampires. Thus the nickname Fang. There wasn't a time when you couldn't find me in that little pair of plastic light up fangs and my cape.

But when I was 8 years old, and The Girl was 7, her parents got into an awful car accident. They didn't make it.

It was horrible for all of us. The Girl's mom, Sarah, was like a second mom to me. I played catch with her dad almost every day in the front yard. The Girl was in the car too, but her worst injury was a nasty cut on her left arm.

She, along with her little brother and sister, got sent off to live with their aunt, 2 hours away from where I live. I went into sort of a mini depression then. I'm not sure how much of a depression you can get into when you are 8, but yeah. I wouldn't talk to anyone for two months. My parents had no idea what to do with me. The first time my mom called me Fang after they moved, I threw a huge fit. Now no one calls me Fang in real life, and I am known by my actual name. until I was 8, I don't think anyone outside my family even knew what my real name was. My family moved to the other side of town.

But then, almost ten years later, The Girl moved back. She, along with her siblings and aunt, moved back to their old house. And she goes to my school. But she doesn't remember me. Sure, I don't go by Fang anymore, and I am ten years older than I was when she last saw me, but it still hurts. More than a lot of you can probably imagine.

And even worse still, now we are friends. And she doesn't know who I really am. Who I wish I still was. So me and The Girl are friends, and she calls me Nick.

I wish I was still Fang. I guess the closest thing I can come is this blog.

Here she comes. Got to go.

Peace out,

Fang.

Max walked through the door of Starbucks. She smiled and waved when she saw me. Well, I don't smile. Ever. So I kind of did a wry half-smile thing when I saw her. It's really hard to remember what we used to be, and wish for it, then write it down, just to see her walk in and brighten my whole day, in an incredibly bittersweet way. She gets her drink and comes to sit next to me.

"Hey! I was wondering if you'd be here! My aunt is running some errands in the area, and I thought I could go for some caffeine." She says. "so what are you doing here so early on a Saturday?"

"Nudge." I reply.

She shoots me a sympathetic look over her Chia tea. "oh. That sucks."

I shrug.

Max (if you haven't figured this out by now, she is The Girl.) hasn't told me, Nick, not me, Fang, about what happened with her parents. As far as Nick knows, she lives with her aunt and brother and sister, and moved here because her aunt got divorced to her ass-hole-of-a-person uncle, Jeb.

Max raises her steaming cup to her lips. I see that scar on her left arm, and grimace. I hate looking at that and having to pretend I am clueless.

She raises an eyebrow. "What?"

I blame my expression on the tea. "Tea? Gross."

Now both her eyebrows went up. "woah now! Why are you hating on the tea? Its like Christmas in a cup!" (A/N: btw, chai tea latte, 4 honeys, no water. Uh-mazing.)

I shrug again. Oh no, now I'm gonna get it.

"Try it! Its sooo good!"

Not gonna mess with her. Last time I did that, age 7, I got a face full of mud pie. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, let me tell you. I take a sip. Grimace again.

"too sweet."

She does a double take. "no one I have seen has ever tried the tea and not liked it! That's not possible! It must be a mist-" she gets cut off by her ringtone. I watch as she checks her phone.

Max reads whatever text message someone sent her, then smiles. Not a good sign for me.

"Sorry Nick, but that's Dylan. He's picking me up so we can go hiking. I'll text you later, okay?" she grabs her jacket and cup and starts to get up.

I fake a half smile. "Okay. See you."

As I watch her leave, I scowl.

Dylan.

Okay guys, there's chapter two! Hope you liked it! Next chapter I will talk about what part Dylan plays in the story. But for now, see ya!

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-Brina