Heyy guys! First, I would like to remind you guys how awesome you are. I got some reviews! love them! thanks for all the nice words you guys. Keep it up! I love hearing from you.

As I have mentioned, updates are not going to be regular. I will make as much time as I can for this story, but I am very busy right now. I just started highschool this year, and I have practice till 5:30 every day after school, plus homework, and occasionally sleep. That doesnt leave a whole lot of time for writing! So sorry, but you might have to wait till the weekends for upadates.

So here's chapter 3, starting with a blog post and ending with story. As in the past, Fang POV. Hope you like!

Monday, September 05, 2011 7:32 AM

Yo.

I know. 'Didn't you just post an update?' you're probably thinking. 'Back so soon?' Well, yes. Sort of.

See, I just met up with The Girl. I just had to be Nick, when I can't imagine wanting anything more than to be Fang. I just had to watch her leave, so she could hang out with her douche-bag-of-a-guy boyfriend.

I'm guessing she doesn't know about the douche-bag part, because she wouldn't hang out with him if she did. Or at least, that's what I'd like to think.

But anyways, you can call him Pretty Boy. And here's some background to that part of why I am positive I have almost no chance with being where I want to be with The Girl.

So Pretty Boy. He goes to a school close by to the one The Girl and I attend

It's called Highland Prepatory School of the Arts.

The only thing about that school that's more conceited and snobby than the name is it's star student, Pretty Boy.

Pretty Boy: only child of two former Broadway washouts.

Pretty Boy: aspiring actor/pop sensation.

Pretty Boy: brown hair, brown eyes. Bieber shwoof. Perfect teeth. Typical, well, pretty boy.

Pretty Boy: has the girl of my dreams.

Pretty Boy: practically begging me to kick his ass.

Let me tell you, I sincerely hope that day comes soon. Very soon.

But anyways, we can move on now. Pretty Boy and The Girl started dating, to the best of my knowledge, around two weeks after she moved back home. So they've been dating for around 4 months, and pretty serious for that short of a time.

And the douche bag part?

Well, I have known Pretty Boy for quite some time now. And I know that he goes after the most attractive girl in town, in efforts to try to up his image. And after something happens to where a.) he gets bored or b.) someone newer and more attractive comes along, he ditches them and moves on to the next best thing.

Now, you would think I would have tried warning The Girl about this by now, right?

Wrong.

You see, The Girl is the most stubborn person I know. And if she's set on Pretty Boy right now, no one can change her mind.

Now don't get me wrong: for every set-in-stone-word that girl says, I love her that much more because of it.

But there is also the problem that, if I were to try to warn her to stay away from Pretty Boy, she would hang onto him even more just out of spite. That's what she has always done, it's just a part of her.

For example: in first grade, there was this wasps nest in an open space in the wood pile in my backyard. We had played over there quite a few times already that day, and The Girl wanted to climb on top of the pile. I told her no, because of the wasps nest. I guess she didn't believe me, because she totally climbed up there anyway.

Four hours and one trip to CVS for more band aids and Bactroban later, we were watching a movie in her living room; me with a satisfied, i-told-you-so smirk on my face, and her with 5 wasp stings.

I guess it's kind of different now, and she isn't 6 years old anymore. But I'm almost positive that the same concept would apply in this situation. So, I'm forced to leave it alone.

I hope they break up soon.

Actually, sigh, I take that back. That's not what I want. I want her to be happy. Better go find some wood to knock on…

Being a good person sucks sometimes.

And on that happy note, I think I will leave you guys.

Till next time.

Fang.

So now, it's almost noon. The game's got to be over by now, right? As I leave the Starbucks, I toss out my coffee cup.

Five minutes later, I pull into the school parking lot. The football game is in its last quarter, and I can see Nudge cheering from the sidelines. I will just chill here in my car until it's over.

Since it's a nice day today, just starting to seem like fall, I roll down the windows and enjoy the weather. I just sit, eyes closed, no music, just resting. I hate the fact that Nudge had to wake me up so early.

"What do you mean, met someone else?" I heard Max say. I jolted into a sitting position, eyes wide open, as soon as I heard her voice. The tone of it could freeze fire with all the anger woven into just that one sentence. Oh no. I look around until I spot them, near Dylan's car about two rows ahead of me. I could barely see the back of Max's head, but I had a clear shot of Dylan's scared-shitless face.

"I'm sorry Max, but we are both starring in this play together, you know, West Side Story." I had to make an effort to keep from laughing just then. Dylan? A gang member? Psh. "and during the kissing scene, when we had to kiss," he explained that. As if Max were a two year old. That's two strikes in her book, buddy. "…we just had such a connection. And her mom is one of the casting directors for Off-Broadway, so this is just such an amazing opportunity for me. I know you will understand someday"

Ooh. I seriously don't see this turning out well for him. Even though I hate him, I winced at the thought of what an ass-whooping he will be receiving from Max pretty soon. The girl can pack a punch.

"You know what Dylan? You're right. I don't deserve you. Go be with your much prettier girl, with much better connections than little old me." Her words were dripping with saracasm.

"Um. Max. Are you sure?" I heard him say. As if he couldn't believe that she wasn't more upset about this. What a tool.

"Go." She put a lot of force behind this one word.

"But..."

"Dylan. Go." And with that, the guy left. Without a scratch. What?

Dylan-the-Douche just broke up with Max, and he left with his pride, not to mention his health, still intact. Am I missing something?

I watch as Max leans against the wall of the school. I could see the hurt in her eyes from here. But I also saw some of that defensiveness I have very unfortunately come to know over the last few months show in her posture.

I hopped out of the car, although didn't cross the line of the parking space.

My eyes followed her as she pushed off of the wall and started to walk home.

So I followed her.

Again, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! please please please review. love you guys! later :)

-Brina