A/N: I know I took a long time to update. I just want you guys to know that I'm now a highschool girl and I get a mountain of homework everyday and it's also hard to concentrate when I'm bombarded by my H. English teacher and W. Geography teacher to write a paper. Words are just getting mixed up when I try to write a chapter.

Max: Why can't you just hand the stories to me? That way, it'll be easier!

Fang & Iggy: NOBODY WANTS YOU TO WRITE HER STORIES!

Chapter 6

Fang POV

I've known her for thirteen long years

And all those time I've spent with her, my fears disappeared

...

What are the odds of meeting your very first childhood friend for the first time in thirteen years and whom you've also fallen in love with?

The odds are miniscule. It's a total coincidence if it happened.

Well, it happened, all right. It happened last week and just reminiscing it makes my heart beat faster than the world's fastest man can run. I just can't believe she's here... In San Diego, California!

Last week was the kind of week what I would like to call shitty. There was Gazzy's disappearance (The student council knew where he was and we just didn't want to inform the mob.) and Iggy's annoying tantrums. Usually, the tantrums come once every week. But, his tantrums came like cramps to a teenage girl who's having a period.

His tantrums consists of three parts: the Attention Getter, the Argument and the Dramatic Exit.

The Attention Getter starts with a dirty joke. Then he goes on and on and suddenly you'll realize he's totally off his point and he's taking a long time to get there.

In comes the Argument. He starts yelling at you to shut the hell up and listen to him because he's the SC President and all and that what he was saying could save mankind.

So he just goes on and on until after an hour later, he gets to the point. When he realizes you're not listening to him, he makes the Dramatic Exit.

His tantrums - last week - were all about the new student in Deveraux. Aya won't tell him her name and that just irritates him. And then we found out the new girl became the new Disciplinarian and is gonna come here in a week. Iggy wanted to meet her right away but Aya threatens him that if he ever steps foot on Deveraux, she'll let out the dogs. (I didn't even know they had dogs!)

And then because of Gazzy's disappearance, we met the new girl out of schedule and it messed up my life ever since.

I'm not really the kind of guy who exposes his emotions, so I just keep a cool persona handy. And thank God for that. Because if I haven't kept my cool exterior on, I would have drooled and twitching like a mentally-retarded person.

Add the fact that I called her "Emmy."

Now I'm actually afraid to look at her or even be in the same room with her. And today, the SC of Deveraux and Larenston are gonna get together.

Oh, great. Just great.

"You know," Iggy says between his chewing of the BLT sub he's eating. "you shouldn't have called her that."

We, the Larenston Student Council, are walking to Deveraux because we have a meeting with their council. As usual, I wore what I always wear. Black pants, black leather shoes, a white long-sleeved shirt beneath my navy blue cardigan that is rolled up to the elbows. And for unnecessary props, I have my glasses-that-I-only-use-in-public glasses. I run a hand through my already messed-up hair.

I shrug at Iggy's statement. As if I haven't thought that! Even though my conscience is chanting I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO I TOLD YOU SO, I completely shut it out.

I have other problems to think about. There's the meeting and of course Max.

Sam and Dylan come up behind me. They start singing some nursery rhyme in French. Of course, as a person who knows 22 languages, I slap them in the back of their heads for being silly at a time like this.

Iggy chokes with laughter. Gazzy slaps his back and Iggy spits out bacon.

"OH GREAT! I JUST SPAT OUT A NICE STRIP OF BACON BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS!" Iggy yells at Sam and Dylan. Dylan roars in laughter. Sam tries to suppress his.

I shake my head.

As we reach Deveraux's front gates, I wonder what Max would be like when I see her again. Then again, maybe she'll just ignore me. That would be great.

As soon as the gates open, we could already hear the girls' excited screaming.

We all rub our ears because of the defeaning noise. It has always been like this. Ever since seventh grade. Why are we cursed with these good looks?

I try to ignore the girls as much as possible. I have to have my mind focused and determined at the meeting. Not distracted and annoyed.

We're saved by Tess, who was reading a book close to the trashcan. We didn't even know she was there! She just pushed us inside the building and locked it behind her.

We have these weird astonishing looks in our faces every time we come here every weekend. This school never fails to shock me.

Tess, immuned to our reactions, waves us to the Student Council Room.

"Aren't you coming?" Sam asks. Tess shakes her head. She flips the page to her book and walks to the opposite direction we are going. I sigh.

Gazzy makes a tsk-ing sound. "Where do you think she's going?" Dylan asks me loudly.

"Probably in the bathroom," Iggy answers.

We turn right and pass all the classrooms. I get glimpses of them. Clean, arranged and not a speck of dust in sight. Just as I expected. We turn left after the third corner and reaches the SC Room.

The others take a deep breath and I just roll my eyes. They're always like this every time. Maybe because in the five days of the week, we only see people of the oppposite sex twice.

I reach pass Iggy, turn the knob and pushes it open. Lissa and Brigid greets us.

"Hey, guys! What's up?" As usual, they have their flirty smiles on and wink at me. I just nod. And so does the others.

They let us in and I assume my chair close to the shelf. I've always loved this chair. Maybe because it's made of real Italian leather and it's really soft and comfortable and good for two people.

My eyes roam around the room. It hasn't change much. We didn't go here last week because Aya forbade us to. Her manipulative words (read: threats) always get to us.

My gaze stop at Tess, who's blowing her hot tea. How did she get here so fast? Tess smiles warmly at me.

J.J. then enters the room with a tray of cookies and donuts. "Hey, what do you guys want to drink?"

We all answer, "Tea."

J.J. nods and goes back to the kitchen. I pick up a cookie and nibbles on it. Where's Aya? Most specifically, where's Max?

Iggy assumes his seat in the chair in front of the desk. Dylan takes the other. Sam sits slowly next to Tess. I'm the only who notices this, but Sam gets all giddy with Tess around.

Iggy sighs heavily. "WHERE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY BACON GOD IS AYA?"

Lissa puffs out her cheeks. Brigid answers Iggy. "She's probably with Max. It's always been this way ever since Max became the Disciplinarian."

Lissa nods in agreement. "You know, it is a hard job. I mean, you have to remember all the students' names!" They start to talk about Max and I shut them out.

J.J. comes back with a tray with a pot of hot tea and five porcelain cups. She lays it gently on the coffee table and pours tea slowly on the cups. She hands one to us. I take mine and gobbles up the cookie I'm still holding.

I blow my hot tea and sip like a British guy. Aaahhh. How refreshing tea can be. . . I like my tea tasteless. I don't know why, but I just do. I look with disgust at Dylan as he adds three sugar cubes on his. Ugh.

The door opens and I don't have to guess who just entered.

When it comes to Aya, you always know she's there because of her strong and motivating aura. It pulses and energizes you every time. Aya high-fives Iggy and sits on her chair behind the desk.

My gaze stay at the door, not because Max is standing there, but because I can't break our locked eyes. She still looks like the little girl I befriended thirteen years before. Still has the free dirty blond hair and warm, captivating brown eyes. But, time makes you look different. She definitely grew taller and she grew in those places too. (If you know what I mean. Not to sound like a perverted teenage boy or anything, I'm just noticing.)

I look away because I can't take the intesity of her eyes anymore. I sip my tea once again and lays it on the table. I stretch my long legs in front of me and leans my head on the back of the chair.

Aya claps her hand. (I just know, OK?) "OK, you all know why you're here." By "you're" she means us.

I definitely don't know. "I definitely don't know," Iggy remarks the same thought in my head. Freaky, yet correct.

"The Fall Dance is coming up, Igster. How can you forget?" J.J. replies Iggy. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at Max. Max smirks. Max is sitting next to J.J. in the brown loveseat across from me.

I finally open my eyes. I yawn in boredom and find a pink eraser bounce on my forehead. I glare at Aya.

"I know you're bored and all Fang, but can you just try to keep with us?" Aya's dark eyes pierces against mine.

I look up at the glass chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. "Wala akong pakialam," I answer Aya. She shakes her head because she understood what I said. She speaks the language, obviously.

And Max surprises everybody.

"What did he say?"

I turn my head slowly at her and inclines my head sideways at her. As if urging her on, which I am. Max refuses to look at me and looks at Aya instead.

Iggy shrugs. "Who knows? Only Aya knows what he said and she'll clearly not gonna translate what he said."

"I wanna know," Max urges Aya.

Aya sighs. "Fang said he doesn't care. Can we just get on with the preparations of the dance?"

Max nods and she briefly meets my gaze.

For the next quarante-cinq minutes, I listen to them argue, compromise and cheer each other. Max didn't participate much.

The meeting adjourns, but Aya orders me to stay. Sam and Dylan meet my eyes and their eyes say,"You are in big trouble, dude."

"OK ka lang?" Aya asks. I nod. "Alam ko na ngayon mo lang sya nakita in thirteen years, but hindi ka sana ganun."

I sigh. I know what Aya says, besides, Iggy and Aya are the only two people who knows about my past relationship with Max.

I lose my British accent and replace it with an American accent. "Can I leave?" I ask her. I'm starting to feel uneasy.

"Hindi pa. Umupo ka lang. I want you to talk to her."

"Are you effin' kidding me?" Now I lose it.

Aya screams. "WALA AKONG PAKIALAM! I'm doing this for you. I don't want you to suffer any longer."

Like my suffering for the past thirteen years isn't suffering? "Anong magagawa ko? I can't keep myself together!" I gather a handful of my hair and squeeze.

Aya winces. "Keep your carnal thoughts about her."

I growl. "They're not carnal! And leave me alone!"

Aya snorts. "Yeah, right. I can hear your mind thinking about kissing her."

I glare my You're-gonna-die glare. "Kakausapin ko sya, and that's it." I stand up and ruffles my hair.

"Let's have a bet."

Dios mio. "No bets. I'll just talk to her and I'm completely done."

Aya mumbles, "Chicken."

I shake my head. "No, not a chicken. I want her to remember on her own."

I can feel Aya smile, even though she's five feet away from me. "You have always been a gentleman. Beneath that hot-emo-nerd exterior of yours," I open my mouth to disagree. "I know. I know. You're not emo. You just look like one."

"With my hair?"

"No, with your facial expressions."

I laugh, for the first time since school started.

A/N: RnR? PM me if you wanna know the translation of Aya's words.

Fang: You mean your words.

Me: No, Fang. That Aya is not me. Geez. Can't you tell?

Iggy: No, I can't. You still sound the same.

Max: Yeah. That's clearly you.

Me: Offensive!