HEY ALL OF YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE OUT THERE! Okay, so here's another chappy for you all, but before I start, I just wanted to say thank you for all the reviews I've gotten, especially Iluviggyhesthebest and Guest (180). Also to answer Guest (180)'s question, Ari is 7. When I was first writing this story, I meant for him to be 10, but then it didn't feel right so I changed his age to 7. In all reality, though, I really just forgot that I put him as ten years old. So to clear things up, he and Angel are 7, Gazzy is 12, Nudge and Ella are 15, and Iggy, Fang, Max, Dylan, and Lissa are all 17 turning 18 at their respective birthdates. So yea, I hope you guys enjoy this chappy I made just for you!
Disclaimer: Is this still necessary? I mean I think I've already established that I don't own anything: no life, no car, no money, no friends, no nothing. Why do I have to keep reducing my value and worth for you, stupid disclaimer? Huh? This is the kind of thing that makes people pissed off at everything in the world. Hell, I'm pissed off at you, you stupid disclaimer! You wanna sue me, sue me, bitch, cuz I AIN'T GOT NO MONEY FOR YOU! AND RIGHT NOW I'M IRRITATED ABOUT THE FACT THAT I'M BROKE AND IF ANYONE FEELS THE NEED TO HELP A BROKE ASS SISTER OUT, THEN IT WOULD BE MUCH OBLIGED.
6 MONTHS AND 3 DAYS BEFORE DEATH (CONTINUED)
"Well, I think that went over well," Iggy said as the five of us walked out into the school parking lot.
I stared at him like for the first time I could see how much of an idiot he was. "How? How in the hell did you think that went over well? Need I remind you that we got suspended?"
"Well, yeah, we got suspended. But at least we didn't get expelled. Plus we don't have to go to school today." Iggy hopped into a puddle splashing Lissa, reminding me that Iggy had the mind of a seven-year-old. "If you ask me, I think this is a win-win situation."
"Yeah, well nobody was asking you," Lissa snapped as she tried—and failed—to wipe some mud off of her heels. "So shut up."
"What exactly are we going to do?" I asked as I looked forlornly at our high school. "I can't go home or else my dad will wonder why I'm not in school." Also because he's an asshole, I thought but didn't say aloud.
"You can hang at my place then," Fang offered. I smiled gratefully at him.
"Well, in that case, I'll be over too. After all, I could never leave my Fangie Poo in the hands of a mongrel," Lissa took the liberty of attaching herself to Fang's arm like a leech. "No offense, Max."
"Lissa, your entire existence is an offense, even to your parents," I retorted.
"Especially your parents," Iggy chimed in.
"I'll go where Max goes," Dylan appeared to my right. "That won't be a problem, right Fang?"
"No. No problem at all," Fang gritted through his teeth.
"I guess I'll come along as well. I mean, you four definitely beat Real Housewives of Hollywood any day," Iggy quipped, earning me and Fang's death glares.
"So this is what you've had up your sleeves, Fangie Poo! I never knew you were loaded!" Lissa swept around in a giant circle as she took in her surroundings.
"He probably didn't tell you because he knew you would cling even tighter to him, just like the gold digger you are," I said under my breath.
Whipping around, Lissa said, "And what's so wrong about being a gold digger." Fang arched his eyebrows and took a step away from her.
"Well that's gonna put a dent in your relationship," Dylan said, causing me to giggle.
"Can we please get a move on? I haven't even shown you guys the rest of the house." Fang led the way as he gave us a detailed account of his castle—I mean house.
"Hey, won't your mom care that you're letting people she barely knows into your house?" Iggy asked.
"Ig, she's probably at work, so what she doesn't know won't kill her, right?" I winked at Fang who gave me a lopsided grin that made my heart jump.
"Stalker," Lissa coughed into her hand.
"Um, sweetie, it's called common sense. After all, not all our moms can reap the benefits of choosing their own hours because they work at a strip club," I retorted.
"My mom doesn't work at a strip club! She's a sexual escort, dumbass. And at least I still have a mom!" This girl was seriously asking to get her ass handed to her. Again.
"Alright, you two. Simmer down," Dylan stepped in between us.
"What do I look like to you, a pot?!" I don't know why but the sight of his face being so calm was seriously pissing me off.
"No. You look as beautiful as ever, but right now you need to calm down, okay love?" Dylan stood in front of me and gently held my face in his hands. Fang's face contorted into disgust.
"Damn rich people and their stupid lingo," he muttered under his breath.
"Look who's talking, Mr. My-House-Is-A-Mansion," Dylan smirked.
"Hey, Fang," Iggy tried to get Fang's attention, but at that moment he and Dylan were too busy bickering.
"Oh, I'm sorry if the fact that my parents are successful economically bothers you. Would you rather me grovel and kiss the very dirt at your feet?" Fang mocked.
"That would be nice." Although Dylan's face was neutral, I could tell that he was starting to get irritated.
"Hey, Fang!" Iggy raised his voice once again, but by this point no one was paying any attention to him.
"Oh, don't be a pompous ass," Lissa rolled her eyes at Dylan.
"Last time I checked you liked my ass very much, so who are you to complain?" Dylan's eyes sparked and I wheeled on him.
"Excuse you! What is that supposed to mean?!" My eyes swiveled from Dylan to Lissa and back again. "Did you two…" When neither replied, I threw my hands up in the air. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Lissa!" Fang's eyes grew darker as he glared at Lissa and Dylan in turn.
"What?" That bitch had the nerve to try and look innocent.
"When did you two sleep together?" Fang's voice was very measured and the way his eyes were storming was showing how he was about to blow.
"Hmm, let me think…we had sex about two months ago," Lissa answered.
"Two months!" I yelled.
"For how long?" Fang took a step forward.
"So many times and in so many positions," Lissa chuckled.
"Lissa!" Dylan hissed.
"What? They asked," she shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't have a care in the world.
"So Iggy was right…you didn't care about me at all? You're just dating me for…for money?" Fang's eyes glazed with pain and I had to resist the urge to go over and hold him, whisper into his ear that everything would be okay.
"No, Fangie Poo. I wasn't dating you for money, although I did hope you'd be kind enough to lend me some," Lissa winked. "I mostly dated you for your dick."
"Whoa, whoa whoa. Hold the phone. You had sex with her too?" I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head they were so wide.
"Unfortunately yes…" Fang grumbled and glared at Lissa to which she just blew a kiss to him.
"Just wondering: am I the only virgin here?!" I looked incredulously around at everyone.
"Pretty much," Lissa said.
"Unbelievable!" Feeling majorly pissed, I stormed down a hallway and stomped up the stairs. Thinking on it now, I have no idea why the thought of me being the only virgin was so upsetting. If I had to name a reason, I would probably say that the idea of Fang, even Iggy, getting lucky before I did was unnerving, nevertheless gross. Not to mention the fact that my boyfriend was cheating on me.
"Hey, Max. Can we talk this out?" Dylan tried to follow me out, but I whirled on him.
"Don't. Say. A. Word. You got it? I don't want to hear you, I don't want to see you, and I sure as hell am not going to think of you," I hissed at him. "As far as we're concerned, you are nothing to me anymore."
"Max, come on." Holding his hands up in surrender, he tried to advance towards me. "Just calm down-"
"Do NOT tell me to calm down, you little piece of shit!" When he tried to make a grab for my arm, I screamed, "DON'T TOUCH ME!"
"Max-" He made another grab at me, but I ducked under his arm and tried to run across the upstairs hallway. Whether on purpose or by accident he grabbed onto my ankle causing me to nearly tumble down the stairs. I was able to avoid falling down the stairs, but I still banged my head pretty hard on the banister. The impact made me see stars and when I tried to open my eyes again, I was nearly blinded by the blood trailing down the side of my face.
With my head pounding and my dizziness increasing by the minute, I was unable to stop Dylan from pining me down and shaking me by my shoulders. "Max, you just need to listen to me and I'll explain-" Before he could finish, I felt the pressure of his body suddenly lift off of mine and I was free.
Lifting my head up, I saw Fang punching the living shit out of Dylan. "She. Said. Let. Her. GO." Every word he punctuated with a blow. Dylan went down and Fang would have kept on punching if Iggy hadn't carried him off. Still, he fought Iggy and tried to worm his way out of his grasp.
"Fang STOP. It's okay. I'm fine," I called out from my place at the top of the stairs. Hearing my voice weakened him and he stopped struggling.
"Get out," he whispered. Dylan didn't have to be told twice; scrambling to his feet like a dog, he rushed out of the door and didn't look back.
"Well that was very dramatic," Lissa crossed her arms and looked amiably at Fang.
"GET OUT MY HOUSE, DAMMIT!" Fang yelled and nearly chased her out the door.
"Look who's finally taken out the trash," Iggy nodded appreciatively.
Ignoring him, Fang jogged up the stairs to my side. "Are you okay?" Holding my face gently in his hands, he angled my head down and examined the cut on the side of my face. He pressed his finger near the area causing me to wince and hiss. "Sorry, sorry."
"Fang, I'm fine. Okay? I'm still breathing, I'm still walking and talking, I'm fine." I looked deep into his eyes, deep into his soul and saw nothing but kindness and unadulterated affection and concern.
"Like hell your fine. That asshole just beat you up," his nostrils flared with indignant anger.
"He did not beat me up-"
"YES HE DID. I SAW HIM DO IT." He wrung his hands through his hair and his expression went from angry to pained. "Dammit, Max. You don't need to defend him. He should never have laid a hand on you. Nobody ever should." A mental image of Jeb popped into my head and I strengthened my resolve to never breathe a word to Fang about what he's done to me. If I ever did, I knew Fang wouldn't stop until Jeb was dead, leaving me bouncing from foster house to foster house, Ari getting adopted by who knows what kind of family (my guess, probably child molesters), Jeb dead, and Fang in jail for murder.
"Got it, hear you loud and clear. Can I get up now?" With satisfaction I saw the flicker of a smile cross Fang's face. He stood to his feet and held out a hand which I gladly took.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" Fang said. "And while we're at it, I'll lend you some better clothes, because that lab coat is not doing you any favors." Hitting his arm, I rolled my eyes and tried to hide my smile.
"Great. With those two whores out of the house, the dramas over. Now can we please get something to eat? I've been trying to tell you all day. I'M STARVING." Iggy danced impatiently around the foyer like the little child he is.
"Makes you wonder if you really care about me at all," I snorted.
"Love you, too, Maxie-Pad," Iggy winked. He danced out of the way before I could properly beat him.
"I think we have some pizza in the fridge," Fang said.
"Great! Lead the way, "Fangie Poo"," Iggy cackled as Fang tried to hit him as well. Grumbling obscenities and the occasional death threat, Fang did, in fact, lead the way to the kitchen, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that he didn't let go of my hand once the entire way.
PHEW. I JUST COMPLETED TWO CHAPTERS IN TWO DAYS! YAYYYYY! AND WHAT'S MORE THEY WERE BOTHED FILLED WITH DRAMA! DOUBLE YAYYYY! Okay, so I hope you liked this chapter where we found that (a) Max is a virgin while everyone else her age is a whore (b) Dylan and Lissa had been screwing this entire time and Dylan had some major anger issues and (c) Max and Fang are now both single, meaning maybe the FAX levels in this fanfiction might just hit the roof! Or, they could plummet all the way down to hell, because after all the two of them did just break off a relationship and need time to heal. I don't know which one I might write, depends on my mood, and I do love torturing—I mean keeping you readers in suspense…yeah, that's what I meant. Anyway, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE comment what you think because I love hearing from you guys. Reading your reviews makes my day a bajillion times better! I LOVE YOU ALL! And if any of you are feeling especially nice and generous, favorite and follow this story! I hope you all have an awesome day and many more awesome days to come!
Watch the skies,
Doctor Bessy