Hooray! I finished another chapter! I hope you all like!
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, just the plot. Some characters may be OOC.
Max POV
I decided not to tell Fang. I wouldn't tell him that I remembered what Dewitt looked like and who he was now. I knew that Fang should know.
But I wanted to find out if it was him myself.
Fang's schedule and my schedule crossed over only on academic days and today was an electives day.
"What's your schedule like?" a girl asked Dylan when he sat down in one of the empty seats in the center of the class. Unfortunately he chose the seat in between the Number Sluts. Two girls who were the biggest players in school and they always sat close to each other. I nicknamed Slut 1 and 2. Slut 1 batted her eyes and plopped her boobs on the desk. It was very obvious that she was kicking up the fake allure for Dylan. She sat to his left so he inched to the right.
"Um, I have my academic classes on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and my elective classes on Wednesday and Friday," Dylan shifted uncomfortably.
"What electives?" Slut 2 leaned over from Dylan's right. I sat a few rows back from him so I could see everything at a spectacular view.
"I have computers, play writing and drama..." He shifted the other way away from Slut 2. Poor guy was trapped.
It finally dawned on me that he had all of the same classes as me. Cases where students had identical schedules were very rare, but Dylan possibly being Dewitt and him having an identical schedule as me was almost coincidence.
I finally decided to save to poor guy, but only to find out if he actually was Dewitt.
"Dylan," I called, soft enough as not to be heard by Mrs. Violet but loud enough for Dylan to hear it two rows up. He turned, eyes scanning the crowd. I waved and smiled at him. His eyes seemed to light up and he smiled back. "I have all of the same classes as you." I whisper-yelled.
Slut 1 and 2 were still trying to get his attention but instead had started to hiss at each other over which could have a go at Dylan. This went on through out the whole period and I could tell that Dylan was not enjoying hiss class.
Finally, after assigning the homework, Mrs. Violet dismissed us and we all got up. I immediately went to Dylan and pulled him away from the two girls. He looked incredibly grateful for my help and strolled down the hall with me.
"What's your name?" he asked me at first.
"Maximum Martinez. Just call me Max though." I smiled. Dylan seemed to brighten after every moment he was with me after the horrible beginning.
"Nice to meet you, Max," his smile seemed to get brighter every moment his teeth was in the light. "I'm glad you're here with me." I blushed a little. He just seemed to dazzle and radiate warmth.
And he was practically like a walking magazine cover guy, Perfect hair, perfect eyes, and perfect teeth.
But what was I doing? I knew that I should be with Fang/Naresh. But what about in this life? Mabel was who I was decades ago. A lowly peasant in love with the prince. If I had married Naresh, what would the kingdom think? What would my mother think?
But now I was Max, a normal teenage girl who attended high school, a girl who was given a second chance to live. Would Fang, or Naresh, choose me if I wasn't Mabel and I was just Max?
"Uh…" was all I could muster, my mind racing. "Um, I have to go tell my friend something… Would you mind waiting here before we go to our next class?" I asked. Dylan smiled and nodded. I retreated into the crowd, cheeks flushing and heart pounding. I decided to tell Fang, but later, we'd have a conversation about hat we were to do now that we found each other.
I ran through the mass of kids, past the couples tongue wrestling, past several classrooms, until I got to Fang's next class. I burst into the room, only to see that Fang was just sitting down. Immediately, his dark eyes clouded with concern and we walked into the hall where we could speak privately.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I think I found Dewitt." I said plainly.
"Oh. Has he… awoken yet?" Fang asked eagerly.
"I don't think so, but I didn't know who you were when I first met you," I pointe out. Fang took a minute to contemplate something.
"Alright, introduce me later, okay?" He asked. I could tell he was worried but he didn't show it. He carefully embraced me and kissed the top of my forehead. I immediately blushed but stayed still.
"T-t-thank you," I stammered and then ran off to go get Dylan so we wouldn't be late.
When I got back to Dylan, he was still leaning against the wall, carefully studying the students who passed by. I noted that almost every girl's gaze lingered on him until they had to finish walking past.
"Hey," I said as I approached him.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded and led the way to the Play Writing classroom. The journey was pretty uneventful until we were just about to turn the corner to go down the hall where the classroom was. By now, only the stragglers were left in the hall, rushing to get to their next class before they were late.
When no one was in the hall any more, Dylan pulled me down another hall and into the hall that led to the bathrooms. I cried out but he pushed me up against the wall. I struggled but he had me pinned. Eventually, his lips came crashing down on mine and I squeaked.
His kiss was hot but soft. It was pleasant and made me warm but not like the burn I felt when I was with Fang. Never less, I didn't push away until Dylan pulled back.
"Do you… remember?" He asked. So that meant that Dylan was Dewitt. My eyes widened and I slid down the wall so that I was looking up at Dylan. His blue eyes seemed a bit darker but I think it was just the lighting. I shook and my hands went to cover my mouth.
My first instinct was to run, So I did. I sprinted down the hallways, towards the class I was supposed to be in.
"Max!" Dylan called after me. He ran after me but at a faster pace, I was dismayed to find. He was faster, stronger and knew who I was. He could easily take me down. But he didn't.
I burst into the classroom just as Mr. Dub, the play writing teacher, was taking roll.
"Thanks for joining us, Max. You may find your seat," Mr. Dub didn't even glance at me. I was late for all of my classes so far, not good. I found my seat and waited until Dylan would come in. But he didn't until about a third of the way through the class.
Slowly the door opened and Dylan poked his head in. His eyes were innocent and puzzled.
"Is this Play Writing with Mr. Dub?" Dylan tentatively stepped into the class. Once again, all of the girls whispered about how hot Dylan was and about how he would make a great model.
Mr. Dub waved for Dylan to come in.
"Alright… Dylan… Blackwood… You'll be on time next time, I presume?" Mr. Dub checked him off on the roll list. Dylan nodded.
"Sorry sir, I got lost," Dylan glanced at me, his eyes a little sad. I immediately felt guilty, it was just who I was.
Mr. Dub leaned forward from where he was sitting at his desk.
"Max," he called. I shamefully got up from my seat. "I heard from Mrs. Violet that you left with Dylan, but I seem to recall you not arriving with him. What happened?" My brain was rushing to find an answer and I opened my mouth to defend myself but then, Dylan cut in, suddenly appearing at my side.
"It's my fault. She had to go to the bathroom and I thought that she had already left a few minutes later so I left but then I got lost. I'm sorry, sir," Dylan looked like he was sincerely sorry. I tried not to look like I was the perpetrator and did my best to look like I was shocked to find that Dylan had disappeared before.
Mr. Dub sighed and harumph-ed. He then wrote us both late passes and told us not to do it again.
Class began and we were supposed to be grouped into random groups of four to try and write our first scripts. I was paired with a girl named J.J., Dylan and another guy who's name i can't remember. Great.
Despite being paired with Dylan in every assignment throughout the rest of the day, things appeared to turn out normal until I was exiting my last class.
Dylan left with me, as if he was stuck to me with velcro, when I spotted Fang leaning besides my locker.
From this distance I could tell from where I was how good looking he was. A strong jaw, olive colored skin in just the perfect shade to compliment his inky hair and his onyx eyes. He turned and spotted me from the crowd. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Dylan freeze and stop talking. Fang's slight smile disappeared and his eyes were locked on Dylan. He frowned.
"Max," Fang said steely, eyes trained on Dylan as if he was a terrorist. "Who's your new friend?"
"Fang," I said, trying to get him to look at me so I could glare at him, trying to get him not to launch himself at Dylan and start World War 3. "This is Dylan. Dylan, this is Fang, my... best friend." Dylan seemed to relax slightly when I said friend but was still tense. They made no move to shake each other's hands or show any signs of warmth toward each other.
All of the sudden, I heard my phone buzz. I slid my phone out of my pocket.
Mom: There was a dog that needs to stay in the ER and needs to be monitored ovr nite. Not going to be home until tomo. Luv u, Mom.
Alright. I 'll have the house alone since Ella was goings to be sleeping over at a friend's.
"Um, Dylan, Fang, I need to go now... so... make peace alright?" I awkwardly said. Then I turned my back and walked out of the school, hoping they wouldn't fight.
When I came back the next morning, about a third of the school was demolished.
Weiw. Sorry about the cliff. I'm really jazzed to have the next chapter up!
RNR! Please?