Chapter 10: Cookies

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MAX POV:

"So you ditched him there?" I asked Fang.

"Yep. As long as my beautiful face and body is safe, I wouldn't care if he got kidnapped from some psychopathic " he said, putting the cookie dough into the oven.

"Tsk. Tsk. Self conceited much?" I muttered, then grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into my mouth.

He turned back around to face me again and pretended to look offended. "What? You don't call this sexy?" He asked, lifting up his shirt, revealing his beautiful, toned chest and abs. I had to admit.. It was quite sexy.

"That's what I thought," He said, pulling down his shirt, covering those gorgeous abs. I looked up at his face again and saw him smirking. Heat. Heat is flooding through my veins to my face. Ugh, I hate this. I hate him and his sexiness.

Just to save my pride, I said, "What that? That is nothing. I'm sure I'd seen sexier abs then that." Lie.

He smirked. "Whatever you say, Maxie."

"What? You don't believe me?" I asked, feinting hurt.

"Oh, I do. Very much," he said sarcastically.

I glared at him then threw him the finger, only making him chuckle. Omg. That sound! Just to piss him off, I starting kicking the side of the counter that I was sitting on. He looked at me, and told me to stop. But of course, me being me, I didn't stop.

Then suddenly, he was right in front of me, placing his hands on my thighs and holding it down so I would stop kicking the counter. And again, I felt heat travel from my neck to my face again. He leaned in and I could feel him breathing on my ear. "I told you to stop," he whispered huskily, then lightly bit my ear. I tried everything I can to hold back a moan. Ugh. Fuck him. He knew damn well that that is my most sensitive spot. Well, two can play this game.

When he pulled back, I quickly wrapped my legs and arms around him and pulled him to me again. I leaned in, pressing my chest onto his and started pecking his neck, right on his pulse point. I heard him gasp then chuckled as he registered what's happening. He placed his left hand on my right hipbone and the other hand went under my chin. He pulled my face away from his neck and stared in my eyes. He leaned in. I slowly leaned in also, like I was going to kiss him, then pulled my face back right before our lips touched.

I laughed at his shocked face and he pulled away from me, turning around to take out the cookies. But there was a hint of pink on his cheek? Am I seeing things now? Fang never blushes.

Max: 1 Fang: 0

"Come on, Fang. Why are you mad?" I laughed again.

"I'm not mad," he said, annoyed, putting the cookies on the counter. I shut up and watched as he took out the other batch of cookies. Then he scooped the cookies out and put it on a plate. I instantly grabbed one then moan as the taste hit my tongue. Aah, I haven't had one of these in a while (2 days). "You are beast." I said, between bites. Fang looked at me and smirked. "But Iggy's better." And instantly, his smirk turned into a glared. Ha!

Max: 2 Fang: 0

He snatched my cookie away and put it with the rest of the cookies on the plate. "I guess I'll just finish these on my own then," he said, walking to the living room where a football game was playing.

"No!" I yelled, following him into the room. He laid on the three person couch and sat the cookie on top of his stomach. I went and reached for one but he held it away from me. "Fang! Stop!" I whined.

"Nah uh, Max. Who did you say was the better cook?"

"Ugh, fine. You," I said, defeated.

"Yep. That's what I thought," he replied snarkily.

I snatched a cookie and dropped onto his stomach, sitting on it. I smirked as I heard him let out an "oof".

"Uuuh," He groaned. "Get off me," he said, grabbing my waist, trying to pull me off of him.

"I don't think so," I said, pretending to concentrate on the football game and munching on my 2nd piece of cookie.

Fang sat the plate of cookie on the ground and looked up at me. "I'm serious, Max."

And still, I looked at the TV screen. "Fine. Remember you asked for this," I heard him muttered. I turned my head to him and raised an eyebrow. He had this evil glint in his eyes and before I can get away from him, he got up from under me and pinned me under him.

"Ugh, let me go, Jones," I whined, trying to free my hand from his grasp.

"I don't think so, Max. I actually like this position," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Fine. Remember you asked for this," I said, mocking him.

He raised an eyebrow and I raised my knee. I heard him let out a painful groan and fell off of me onto the floor. I looked down at him and laughed. "I'll- go- get you- an ice- pack," I said between laughter.

I went back into the living room after I got him an ice pack and started laughing again. "Here," I said, handing him the ice. He glared at me and took the ice pack, holding it to that area.

"Just so you know, Ride, I'm totally getting you back for this," he muttered weakly.

I laughed again. "We'll see."

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"Fang? Can I ask you something?" I asked, while laying down on his bed, watching him strum his guitar later that night.

"Yeah. What's up?" He replied, looking down at me.

"Did you ever… dated anyone ever since you moved here?" What? I was super curious.

He let out a chuckle then said in a sad voice, "Yeah.. I actually did.."

I stared at him for a while, studying him. "What happened?"

"Well, we broke it off when she went on tour a year ago." Then he smiled dreamily and said, "Her name was Bridget. She was the sweetest, most beautiful girl I had ever met. She helped me through the times when I first moved here. You should know her right?"

For some reason, I felt my heart dropped down to my stomach. "Uum, no… When is she coming back?"

"I actually don't know. But the tour should almost be over now, so maybe a couple more weeks.." he replied then looked at me. "What about you? Did you ever dated anyone too?"

"Yeah...they never work out," I replied. "That's why I don't do dating anymore."

He stared at me then smiled. "Well, good luck with your love life."

"Psh. I think you'll need that more."

"Hey, at least my relationship worked out...for a while…"

I smiled then took the guitar from him and started playing.

"You got better. Who taught you?" He asked.

"Blaine…" I said, looking up at him. Was that jealousy that just passed through his eyes?

"Are you guys… together or something?" He asked, confused.

I let out a laugh. Who in their right mind would ask that? "NO! Of course not. We're just really close."

"Closer than you and me?"

"No. Of course not. Nobody can ever replace you!"

"Wow. I feel special."

"You should. What time is it?"

"Uuh, 9...15?"

"Shit! Nudge!"

"What? What about Nudge?"

"Nudge and I was supposed to go out tonight. I'm gonna leave. Thanks for inviting me over," I said, standing up from his bed and heading down the stairs.

"Do you have to?" He whined.

"Yeah. I promised her I'll be there," I said, putting my coat on and wrapping my scarf around my neck. "Bye!" Then I walked out the door.

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"Well, I'm liking this place," Ella said as she came out from her new room.

"Me too," Angel said. "It feels more like home."

Okay, let me catch you up. Since we all got tired of the hotel we were staying at, we decided to convince the principal to let us move to a better place. And after so much begging and asking, he finally said yes. Yay! Well anyways, our new place is just for the singing group. The dance group is still at the hotel. Ha, suckers! It's big, yeah, you can say that, but it's just big enough for us so that it looks cozy.

And just to save time, I won't describe it, because I really don't want to. It has two stories, every person gets their own room and yes, mine is on the second floor because I'm just that awesome.

Not only our place had changed, but a lot of things too. Since "they" as in the school principal and all those other people controlling the school said that it won't even be necessary to teach us anything anymore, because we won't be learning anything anyways, we don't need to have those classes with Anna and Jacob anymore. Thank god! (A/N: Sorry, I just got to cancel them out. I didn't know what to bring them back into the story anymore)

And instead of practicing at Nancy's house anymore, we get to practice at the studio where Fang and Maya and everybody else record their stuff. That place is really cool.

Well, we had been here for a month now and our first competition is in another month! I can't wait. Fang and I had gotten a lot closer as well. In fact, I'm going out on a date with him tonight! Hopefully it turns out well, unlike my other dates with previous guys in the past.

"Come on! Max! Let me dress you up!" Nudge said as they walked into my room, Angel following closely behind her.

"No. How many times do I have to say this? No is no."

"But why?" Angel whined. "I promise you Fang won't be able to move his eyes away from you after we're done with you."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"But Fang said-"

"No"

… "Wait. What did he said?"

"He asked us to do this. We weren't supposed to tell you but he said it was somewhere fancy so you need to look your best. And ooh. I can already imagine people staring and taking pictures, cause you know? Fang is famous and all and you're beautiful and all" Nudge said in one breathe.

"Uum…."

"Please?"

"No."

"Okay, Angel, call Fang."

"Wait, what? Why are you calling him?" I accused.

"Well, he said if you don't coope-"

"Okay. Just do whatever you need to do," I said, defeated.

Angel and Nudge high fived as I put my head in my hands.

Let the torture begin.

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Here I am, hours later, standing in front of the mirror looking at.. myself? Nudge and Angel curled my hair, styling it to one side of my shoulder, there was a little amount of makeup on my face, and the dress was..breathtaking. It was a sleeveless lavender ombre long dress with a slit that went up to my thigh on the right side of my legs. The top of the dress is white and as it traveled downward, it goes from a light shade of purple to a darker shade of purple at the bottom of the dress. It was beautiful. And of course, they threw me in 4 inch heels to finish the look.

"Thank you, guys," I said, looking away from the mirror.

"You're very welcome, Maxie," both of them said, ushering me to the door. "He's outside right now."

Whew. Let the night begin.

Tada? I know, I know. I'm sorry for rushing with Max and Fang's relationship, but I feel like the fax is coming too slowly.. so ya know.. I just got to do this. But hope you like it! :)

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