Hey guys! So yesterday you met Fang, you got a glimpse at his illegal street racing. I hope you picked up on the fact that he's got a troubled life, he's got an angry outlook in the world. With this chapter you'll get a slightly deeper look into his mind. Anyways I've got a bone to pick with you all. I've gotta admit, I was kind of disappointed with only FOUR reviews! I know you're out there reading this! Please Review? Lol, anyways enjoy the chapter c:

Fang POV

I rotated the throttle backwards, feeling my bike gain speed. I started swerving in and out of the traffic jam, smirking at all the idiots who were stuck, moving so slow, walking could've been faster, and healthier for some I might add. That was one of the pros of having a motorcycle, no traffic jams could stop me, besides, who'd want to be inside some metal contraption, not being able to feel the wind blowing at your face, the sun, heating your body, feel the rush of every turn… the danger. I couldn't help but chuckle darkly. This was my own personal roller coaster; I had fun wherever I went.

The light up ahead turned red. Whatever. I pressed for more speed, maneuvering myself through the nearly empty intersection, causing some man in a white car to suddenly stop so he wouldn't crash into me. He went at it with his horn, like some retard that couldn't get enough of it. I flicked my cigarette over at him, flipping him off while at it, not even bothering to give him a second look. Seriously, some people were trying to enjoy the morning peace and he suddenly came along and decided to be obnoxious with his horn? Some people are so disrespectful- I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

That's when in front of me, a shiny new blue-green Audi decided they wanted to be a dumbass as well and stepped on their brakes, nearly making me flip over and onto their back trunk. What the hell?

"Oh hell no!" I roared, taking out a key from my pocket. I was going to key this car so bad. Who did they think they are, almost making me flip over like that? That's when I saw on their rear view mirror, that it was a girl driving. Ok, so maybe she was some air-head that stepped on the breaks by accident, whatever. I put my key, away, deciding on tormenting her instead. With a sudden jerk, I pulled my bike up to the driver's window.

"Yo ugly!" I called, rapping my knuckles on her window. She looked over at me, feigning surprise. Now, I'll tell you this much, I am the hottest motherfucker you'll ever lay eyes on. You have never seen anyone like me. Olive complexion, black tousled hair, the blackest eyes that draw you in, and a perfect white smile. Not to mention, I am taller than the average guy, and ripped. So, when blonde over here, saw me, she naturally smiled. This was going to be so easy. Then her smile turned even sweeter, see? She was turning up the charm, right before raising her arm to flip me off. Then she went and turned up the volume, blasting her stereo system. What the hell? No one does this to me.

With a growl, I went to rap her window again. Yet, I hadn't noticed that the light had turned, signaling for us to go. Stepping on the gas, she left me there, in her dust, literally, and my hand raised up in a fist, looking like an idiot. Quickly, I started following her. I caught sight of the blue-green Audi up ahead and put more speed on my bike. However, she started to drive faster. Unexpectedly, she turned a corner, leaving me going straight… into the wrong lane. Fuck! I quickly swerved pulling up onto the sidewalk, missing an impact from all those cars going in the opposite direction. The momentum made me jump off my bike, which crashed into a post seconds later. FUCK! Some cars stopped to beep at me and swear at me. I couldn't care less what they thought.

I walked over to my bike, picking it up by the left handle since it was lying on its side, only to see that the front wheel was bent at a wrong angle, making it impossible to drive. Fury started running through my veins. With another growl, I punched the same post that had effed up by bike. I whipped out my phone and starting going through the contacts, stopping at Monique's name, one of my closest friends. I touched the call symbol, a little too hard, and put the phone to my ear. It rang and rang until the voice mail went off. Typical. I sighed in frustration. Her positive and happy voice rang though my ears as she said: "HI! You've reached Monique… or as my friends call me, Nudge"- then get this, she actually said 'Lol'- "Im sorry I couldn't get to my phone, you know me, I'm a busy busy person! With all the shopping, and chilling with friends, and going out, and doing homework, and chores- oops my bad, I'm going off subject aren't I? Anyways leave me your name, number- because if you're calling private how am I going to call you back? Huh?... Oh yeah, hahaha, umm, and a message, I promise I'll call back! Bye!" Beep!

"Hey, you won't believe this, some stupid blond made me wreck the front tire of my bike! I'm going to need a lift. I'm at the corner of Leroux and Birch," I said, trying to keep my anger at bay. I touched the hang up image and leaned up against a wall. I slid down and closed my eyes when about a minute later I heard a car slow down, stopping right in front of me. Hmmm, Nudge was quick. I slowly opened an eye, only to see it wasn't Nudge. Instead, parked in front of me was that Audi. Blind rage started heating my body. I wanted nothing more but to grab a crowbar and shatter every single window the car had. What? Had she come to gloat? In a stride, I was making my way to the car, every step making my vision go red. She probably thought that since she wasn't a guy I wasn't going to make her pay, she was dead wrong. Yet, when I got to her, her face only held confusion and concern? I was officially thrown off course.

She rolled her window down and just looked at me, then at my bike. "Can I do you a favor and give you a lift?" she asked. Ok, now not only was I off course, I was lost.

I tried the only thing I could think of, sarcasm. "Yeah! Sure! Cause you know, it's not like it's your fault that I wrecked the front tire of my bike!" I gave her a glare so intense I felt the hair on my own arms stand up.

"You know," she started, "you were the one being a cocky asshole back there," she said, pointing back at the stop light with her thumb. She was totally unfazed by my glare. What the hell?

"And you were the stupid blond who suddenly stepped on the breaks-" I didn't even finish my sentence. I staggered back a step, something had hit me right on the nose.

"Call me a stupid blond once more," she said calmly, yet that was exactly what caught my attention, cause that somehow made them seem more feral, dangerous even. I was so going to use that trick later on. Her hands, I noticed, were balled up into fists and she had a fighting stance… so she had punched me. Interesting.

Who did she think she was? Some bipolar nutjob? First she almost made me crash into her, then she went and offered me a ride, but seconds later punches me. Definitely a bipolar nutjob.

"This is what I get for trying to be a good person to someone like you," she seethed before ripping open her car door and getting in, fuming in her seat. I watched as she struggled with her seatbelt, clearly not thinking well of how pissed she was, then I actually registered the fact that she had said 'people like you' .

"What the hell do you mean by people like me!" I asked, was she insinuating I was lower than her? Typical, I get some high and mighty princess to come and ruin my day. She turned her head the other way, clearly ignoring me on purpose, my hand instantly shot out to hit her car with my flat palm.

"Get away from me you animal!" I heard her yell as she still struggled with her seatbelt.

"I'm the animal? Last time I checked, you were the one with the dog face," I said smirking. That did it, her head snapped in my direction. She suddenly gave me this glare that, I'll admit, made me shake a little, but I kept that all under control, still keeping my smirk in place. She jammed her keys into the ignition and angrily turned the car on. She then told me to go to hell before speeding off, almost running over my foot. I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, I was so glad that I had struck a nerve. You could clearly see her emotions as if they were being displayed on her face. I was the total opposite; I thought it dumb to be so open about ones' self.

Crossing my arms, I watched as her car merged into traffic, getting further and further away from me, thinking how I could live happily if I never had to see her again, which I probably wouldn't. I mean what would be the odds of bumping into some stranger again? I felt my stomach rumble when a loud honk made me turn around. I could see Nudge behind the driving wheel of a big black truck. She waved enthusiastically. At her side was my other friend, The Gasman… or as his parents named him, Zephyr. He just grinned and gave me a nod. I nodded back, not helping myself from questioning how I ended up being so close to these two people. I was reserved, while they like being out in the thick of things, especially Nudge. I guess they just balance me out.

I walked over to them; got Gazzy to help me load the motorcycle, then high tailed it to the nearest fast food, meeting crazy freaks certainly gets a boy hungry.

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