I've discovered that I'm really good at avioding things. Like last night's math homework that needs to be finished by fourth hour. Or things like people. People whose name really means tooth. Fang. I'm good at avioding Fang. Yes, it has only been one week, since the kiss (Do you even know how weird it is to type that? The kiss? I feel like it should be capitalized or someting to show it's infinite importance.) and six days since I found Smiles.

I told Angel and Gazzy to stay away, of course they asked why, and since I am simply amazing at coming up with things on the spot I told them the Boogey monster was in there and would make them go crazy and see witches and things that weren't there. (Which is actually a side effect so technacllay not lying to them.)

But back to where we were, I'm good at avioding evil wanna be vampires like Fang who happen to be in three of my classes. So I can't really say that I'm surprised when once we're out of school he catches up with and demands to know, "Why you have a baseball bat up your ass."

"A baseball bat? Why not a stick? I hear they're less painful."

"Because a stick isn't big enough. Now why have you been avioding me?"

I sigh and look out into the metaphorical sunset in a dramatic way, "Because, Tooth."

"It's Fang." He cuts in.

"I realize that, but it's fun to annoy you, anyways, FANG there's a lot on my plate right now. And you kissing me? That was the line of shit I could take without going ball fucking insane. So I've been avioding you, to keep from having a very public melt down that will be forever used to tease me." I say and walk to my car, him tailing behind like a little lost puppy. I step inside the car, and to my ultimate surprise Fang gets in as well. I turn to him in a very slow, tortise-like manner, "Fang... Why are you in my car?"

He doesn't acknoledge my question and instead says, "Don't you have to pick up Angel and Gazzy?"

"Yes."

"If we keep waiting here, you're going to be late."

"There is no 'we'." I say using finger quotes to make my point clear. He raises his eyebrows and inclines his head towards the dashboard which is showing a time of 3:07, "Be glad that I don't want to make Angel be the last kid picked up." I mutter stepping on the gas and moving forward.

"Hey Max?" Angel asks getting in to the car. "Why is your boyfriend here?"

If I were drinking anything I can assure you it would have flown out of my mouth at that precise moment. "Uh, um, Angel what do you mean?" I sputter not turning around in fear of having her see my blush covered cheeks. Yes, very brave and amazing, I know.

"Well it's obvious that he likes you and you like him and last time I saw you guys together he kissed you and you were all smiley." She says practically.

"Angel, that doesn't mean he's my boyfriend." Fang does something that resembles a snort and I plow on ignoring the interruption. "It just means that Fang doesn't know how to get a girlfriend. Which I can completely understand, as you can tell by looking at his face."

"That's not nice."

"Whatever, Tooth." Gazzy comes in the car slamming the door loudly, making me cringe, "Gaz, we talked about this. Don't be so rough with the doors. I don't have enough money to buy another one any time soon."

If my comment is heard, I can't tell because his eyes are drawn to the emo next to me, "Why did you bring your boyfriend?"

Fang laughs loudly from beside me and my forehead meets the steering wheel in a loud thud, no doubt leaving a very attractive red mark. "I give up." I mumble behind the steering wheel. "I honestly give up."

"What did I do?"

"It's not you, Gazzy." Angel says, "It's because Max just told me that Fang wasn't her boyfriend and then you came and told her that he was and she got all flustered"- Flustered? How old is she? -"and blushed and bonked her head on the steering wheel."

You know, evil minions as much as it pains me to say this, that's basically what happened in a nutshell, a very odd nutshell (because honestly this is me we're talking about here) but a nutshell nonetheless. I pry my forehead off the wheel and put the music up loud enough to make a regular person deaf in the back. The reason being that, I happen to have a sixth sense telling me that Fang's going to want to talk to me and I don't really want Gazzy and Angel to hear. Or it could be the knowing look that Fang's giving me. Yeah, that's definitely a possibility too.

The car ride was sucky. No, it was worse, let's try flying money shit terrible. Multiplied by two.

Fang told me that I need to tell someone blah, blah, blah. The norm, except for the fact that he not so discretely put a pamphlet about abused kids and the side effects in my bag. He got punched in the arm for that one. Hard. And then he went on to explain that the side effects in the pamphlet could apply to Angel and Gazzy, which would be terrible.

So here I am. Sitting on a park bench twirling a number between my fingers as my two younger siblings play on park equipment laughing and giggling like mad men completely clueless as to what I'm contemplating. I look at the piece of paper one more time before standing up and going to a phone booth and using the quarter I found in between two car seats. I slowly and carefully dial the number and count the rings before the phone is answered. "This is Amanda from Social Services, how may I help you?"

I take a deep shuttering breath, "Hi my name is Max and I'm abused."

Hey people that still read this story and everything for some unknown reason to me. Let's see, life is good. No, let's say grand. It's much more magnificent that way. Why? You ask, because tomorrow I'm going to my mum's house and the next weekend too. Along with the fact I don't feel as though my sperm donor is upset with me anymore. And did I tell you? SCHOOL IS OUT MOTHER JUMPERS! Praise the lord!