A/N: I'm back! And my prediction was true! I'm sore all over! Three cheers for me! Enough. Here's your "treat" from me guys. ;)

Chapter 15

Max POV

Hatred is only emotion I feel about Homecoming.
Of course, some girls is giddy about it.
Mainly because they have dates
Except for the losers who are not man enough to ask girls to the dance.
Can it be possible for the activity to be banned?
Of course not. I'll just be the only person who's against it.
My, oh, my. How ironic that I'm even talking about this.
Ironic because I have a date!
Now, isn't that an irony?
Gee, how else can my night get any worse?

Aren't my poetic skills the best in the world? I even surpass Homer! Though Homer would never write a poem about a teenage girl's animosity of a sexist event. I just don't see him writing it.

Anyway, Homecoming was last week, and I didn't tell you about it. Even though I have no need or intention to do so, I feel very oblige to do it just for you.

Part One: The Decorating

That Saturday started with a backbreaking work of decorating the whole school as if it's the Ancient Greece. The whole theme of the dance was Midnight in the Mediterranean. I was assigned to decorate the right side of the back garden. The back garden was shaped like an upside down L.

I had a team, of course. I was with J.J. and Tess, and I thank them so much for being there with me or else I would've lost control and killed all the girls helping me decorate because they were being so freakin' annoying with their Homecoming banter.

If you cut the upside down L, the larger area is the right side of the garden. There's also a gate that leads to the small creek behind the school. Though the garden was full of little round bushes, Aya just told us to adorn them with gold and white lights. We also adorned the pine trees with the lights and a few silver ribbons. Aya told us to keep the decorations as "simple and Greek-ish" as possible. It's so coincidental that simple always agrees with me.

After four hours of decorating, the work finally paid off with some muffins and cookies. The gourmet ones. (I still can't believe I'm attending an elite private boarding school for rich heiresses.)

Soon, the break was over and I succumbbed once again to sleep. I woke three hours later to Aya's megaphone blaring at my ears.

"WAKE UP, MAX. WE NEED TO GO OVER SOME THINGS ABOUT THE HOMECOMING."

I jolted up, only to collide with Aya's right cheek. "I love cookies!" I randomly shouted. "Wait, what?" My ears were ringing and my mind was still hazy from sleep.

I heard a moaning and saw Aya crumpled on the floor, rubbing her right cheek. There was a megaphone right beside her and a bunch of papers were by her feet.

"Aya, what the heck are you doing on the floor?" I swung my legs to the side of the bed and helped Aya up. Her entire cheek was red and really hot with hair line impressions.

Aya glared at me, her eyes were the color of obsidian. She angrily took her megaphone and left the room. I followed her willingly to the SC room. I didn't realize then that I was still wearing my jammies. (i.e. boxer shorts and tank top.)

We reached the SC room without exchanging words. I got the vibe that Aya was still hurt and furious with me. Aya opened the door, so I tried apologizing. "Look, Aya. I'm sorry. . . for whatever it is I did. Still, I'm sorry. Can I-"

Aya turned her head at me and glared. "No. Sit," she pointed to the couch J.J. was lounging on. Aya resumed her seat on the Presidential desk (that's what I call her desk) and crossed her fingers.

"OK, people! Listen up!" Aya said in a booming voice. I winced, even though she had used the voice a lot of times and I still can't get used to it.

Iggy lazily waved his fingers at Aya to continue. I didn't notice they were there. BFO! Since Iggy was there, I made a mental inference that the rest of the Larenston SC was there. My eyes roamed around the room, and sure enough, they were there.

My gaze especially lingered on Fang the longest. (I can think of his name now. Unlike before. But I still can't say his name aloud. Don't ask me why, I don't know either.)

I only felt annoyance when I looked at Fang because he was not looking directly at me but at my legs. I felt like slapping him and beating the pulp out of him. As if sensing me, he rose his dark eyes and they shone in amusement. My annoyance rose tenfold.

I turned back to Aya, and I couldn't focus on anything she said. But I urged myself and I managed to get some things very important.

Aya rose a finger. "One, no PDA in the dance floor. Two, bullying is not allowed," As if I didn't know that. "Three, do not permit any alcohol-"

J.J. interrupted. "Why would there be alcohol in the dance?"

Lissa answered her. "Well, duh. It's a high school dance?"

Aya cleared her throat. "Four, punish anyone who dances in 90-degree angles."

Iggy intercepted. "You mean like throw them in the dungeon?"

Sam threw his hands in the air. "We don't have a dungeon! I doubt Deveraux has one!"

Iggy snapped. "I meant it in a metaphorical way."

Dylan asked Iggy. "What's metaphorical about it? I don't see the comparison."

Iggy sneered at Dylan. "I don't know! Ask Fang!"

Fang looked like he doesn't want to be a part of the silly conversation. "How should I know?"

No one noticed Aya's murderous gaze at everyone. I did. I cleared my throat loudly. "Ahem. AHEM!"

Fang smirked. "Do you need water, Max?"

"Shut up. Can you guys please shut the hell up? The sooner Aya finishes talking, the sooner I can go back to sleep. Please?"

They all nodded. Aya looked grateful at me. "Five, kick all the people wearing inappropriate dresses."

All boys wanted Aya to elaborate. "Meaning?" Iggy asked.

Brigid answered Iggy. "You know what she means, Ig."

"Oh. OH!" I sometimes think Iggy is slow sometimes.

Aya rolled her eyes. "Six-"

Dylan groaned. "How many more rules are there?"

Aya shrugged. "About a hundred," she lied.

Dylan groaned again. Lissa tried to stifle a giggle.

Aya continued. "Anyway, where was I? Right, six. Six-"

"Have fun?" J.J. asked.

"Enjoy life?" Lissa remarked in her nauseatingly cheerful way.

"Leave us alone?" Dylan said, annoyed.

"Eat all you can?" Iggy asked. Sam grinned at Tess. She grinned shyly back.

"Dance until you die?" Brigid suggested.

"Make out with someone?" Fang said, his amused dark eyes fixed at me.

I clenched my jaw. "I thought that was not allowed."

"Inside the dance floor. She never said it was illegal to do it outside." I wanted to slap that grin away from his face.

I turned back to Aya. "Are we done here?"

"Yeah. DISMISSED!" She yelled.

I was out of the door instantly. But Fang grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear. "Don't forget, Em." He let go and I ran back.

I closed the door behind and I jumped to my bed. I grabbed my pillow and smothered my face on it. I badly wanted to scream my lungs out, but I couldn't.

My face burned as I remembered the way his warm breath tickled my ear.

"AAAHHH!"

Part Two: The Dance

At seven, I was wearing a simple white chiton fastened with two amethyst brooches (from Lissa) and white sandals. The cloth for my dress was from the Family and Consumer Sciences staff. Thank God the cloth was long and not short.

For my hair, I just twisted it in a messy bun and used my mom's diamond hair clip to hold my hair up. Since my shoulders were bare, Aya gave me this one-inch golden bangle and told me to slip it up to my arm.

In honor of Ancient Greece, I didn't wear make-up. I just pinched my cheeks and reddened my lips. I was so grateful that make-up was not invented in the Ancient Greek era.

I left my dorm and walked to the back garden. I totally felt like I was in Greece. There were eight white pillars draped with white silk cloths, one in every corner and in between. In the very center of the garden was a gorgeous fountain with a statue of a Greek goddess tipping a jar and water came out of it.

The lights made the night look almost ethereal and very serene. Maybe a bit. . . romantic. The gate leading to the creek was painted white and opened. I strolled toward it and pushed the gate wider.

Oh, dear.

There was a wooden bridge decorated with white roses. The creek, whose current was always fast, was slow and steady that night. It was even sprinkled with white lotuses that was not at all Greek-ish but totally felt right. I crossed the bridge and stepped foot on the most. . .

Let me just tell you that it took my breath away.

I felt out of place just by looking at my surroundings. Four white pillars with white silk cloths around them. Two ornately decorated tables with food (crackers and fancy appetizers) and drinks (expensive punch) were served. To my right, there was a harpist, a violinist, two cellists, and a guitarist that was softly plucking his guitar. To my left were a bunch of people talking, smiling, and obviously enjoying their time. Obviously, I was standing on a very wide, very big, and immensely populated land.

Someone grabbed my hand and brought me back to reality.

"Max! Come on! Aya needs you!" I shook my head and followed Lissa.

Aya was drinking punch when I approached. She grinned. "So you finally decided to come."

"I was forced. And I felt like I should." I turned my face away.

"Well? Enjoy you first and last Homecoming dance in Deveraux." She pushed my shoulders and I felt weird.

Aya left and I was left alone.

"You look like hell," said a deep voice on my ear. I turned around and narrowed my eyes at Fang.

"You too," I replied, thought it was not true. His white toga just made his eyes darker and more penetrating, and I hated the way he smirked at me.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I shouldn't have come." I shook my head again and walked away.

"Wait."

I stopped and looked back. "What? I'm just wasting my time here."

Part Three: The Moment

He sighed and just took my hand. He led me away from the place, until they couldn't see us. The night was dark and only the full moon illuminated the area. "Where are you taking me?" I asked him. He dropped my hand and he sat on the ground, his back leaning against a treek bark.

I just stood there, looking down at him, not knowing what I should do. (I always feel out of place and suddenly shy when I go to dances or to crowded places. That's why avoid them.)

"Sit, Max. Don't bore a hole through my skull," his voice was laced with humor.

I sat stiffly beside him; I gathered my skirt and brought my knees up. I rested my chin on them and yawned.

"You're already sleepy?"

I grinned at him. "Kind of. I hate these things."

"Dances?"

"No, loud noises."

"Ah."

I closed my eyes and wished for silence. And for a moment, I pictured myself back on my bed, loving the way it makes me so comfortable. I suddenly felt like I was.

My eyes flew open and I saw the my vision was upside down. I scrutinized my eyes, and I realized I was lying down. My head was resting on one of Fang's thighs. "What the-" I started to lift up my head, but Fang prevented it.

"Ssh. Sleep."

"But-" Fang was massaging my temple, and it felt so good that I wanted to sleep.

"Max, just relax. Trust me." His calm soft voice was making me really drowsy.

My eyes were already closed, and I took a deep breath. I smelled his faint cologne. I started to hum 7 Things by Miley Cyrus.

Fang's long fingers stopped massaging and went to stroking my hair in his impossibly gentle way.

"Fang. . ." I murmured.

His fingers didn't stop. "Hm?"

"Why aren't you dancing?"

His fingers stopped, so I looked up at him. He was grinning! "Do you want me to?"

"That is an image I find so impossible to imagine."

He chuckled.

"Why are you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you here with me, when you could be over there?" I pointed to the place where the people were happily dancing.

He shrugged. "I felt like being with you."

There was a defeaning silence between us that I could almost hear my heart beating.

It was his turn to ask. "What are you thinking?"

"That you're so annoying it's getting in my nerves."

"Oh? Humor me." I saw him smirk.

"I don't know. You just do."

"Not enough."

I sat up. "See? That's annoying me."

He wrapped his arms around me. I pinched his shoulder and it fell away. "Don't do that." I glared at him.

He grinned. "Do what?"

"I will kill you."

"I don't think you will."

I was offended. "Yes, I will! And stop smirking!"

He threw his hands up in the air. "I can't! You make me do this!"

"Me? How?"

"Because you're so gullible and it's always hilarious to insult you." I flicked his ear. "OW!" His hand flew up to his ear. "What was that for?" He was more shocked rather than hurt.

"For insulting me."

His eyes turned evil and murderous. I stood up and backed away from him.

"I am going to punish you."

I lifted my chin. "Oh, yeah?"

"Oh, yes. Watch me 'punish' you."

In two long strides, he was right in front of me. In two heartbeats, he wrapped his arm around my waist. Two seconds later, his lips captured mine. Ten seconds later, he pulled away.

He was grinning!

I took a step backward. "Why are you grinning?" I suddenly felt suspicious.

"No reason. I just . . ."

"Just what?"

"Never mind."

That Homecoming was probably one of the weirdest times in my life. I was so confused when I got back to my dorm.

WHAT DID HE WANT TO SAY?

See? This is why I didn't tell you guys last week. I'm still confused as of now. I hate his ominous and cryptic remarks.

Anyway, Halloween is tomorrow.

What are you guys doing?

Me? I'm going to stay in this room and eat all the candy I can eat. I am not going to wear some kind of lame stupid costume just to get candy.

I can just go to Walmart!

A/N: What are you guys doing for Halloweeen? I'm doing nothing but type four more chapters. Three are for Maximum Ride and the other is for my Anime fanfic that I haven't updated in three months. I totally ignored it.

RnR?