Hey guys! So quick recap, last chapter I tried giving you guys another glimpse at Fang's cocky, rebellious self & I also introduced Max. The two clashed and hated each other instantly. Now, lets get a look at Max's character, so I've got here chapter 3 I hope you enjoy ^.^

Max POV

I couldn't believe this. I felt myself grunt in frustration.

As if on autopilot, I felt myself climb the stairs to my apartment, sure that my mother would be on the phone, bragging about how great her life was, and that my dad would be off in his study reading the newspaper, trying to tune out my mother's voice. Once at my door I fumbled slightly with the lock, my anger not letting me accomplish even the simplest of tasks right. When I finally got the stupid door to open, I made a beeline for my room, not in the mood to talk to anyone. However, Angel, my younger sister had other ideas.

"Hey Max," she said, letting herself fall on my bed, looking up at the glow sticks that I taped to my ceiling.

I sighed.

"That bad?" Angel asked. What can I say, Angel has always had the talent to read people's mind. Well, not read read, but more like have an idea of what's going on in their head. Although sometimes I feel she can do exactly that. She may be 15, just two years younger than me, but she seemed so wise for her age.

"I ran into some jerk on the way home," I confessed. I tried not to use any swear words around Angel, or at all for that matter, but sometimes I couldn't help but let one slip.

"What'd he do?" she asked, her curiosity making her blond eyebrows knit together in the middle of her pale forehead. I gently massaged her forehead, making her eyebrows go back to normal.

"He just decided he wanted to be really cocky and dominate the street. You should've seen him; he would be swerving in and out of lanes, practically begging for a car to hit him, which at one point almost did happen. When he came up behind me, I thought I'd give him a good scare and I slammed on my breaks, which got him mad. Then he came up to me and called me ugly," I growled.

Angel's head shot up to look at me, "ugly?" she asked.

"Yeah," I muttered, running my hand through her hair. Her hair was like a golden blond, unlike me dirty blond color. I subconsciously touched my own hair; it was just shy of reaching my waist. It had taken forever to grow out, but now, I loved it so much.

"He was probably blind," she remarked, looking at me with wide blue eyes. She really meant what she said; it made my heart squeeze a bit to know that my little sister loved me so much. I smiled.

"I don't know, but I kind of ended up flipping him off," I said, blushing slightly.

"What?" she screeched, ricocheting into a sitting position from the surprise. "Max," she started, "you're so against that kind of stuff, and you've always found a way to reach a peaceful solution… He must've really been a douche bag for you to actually flip him off. He must've really deserved it," she concluded.

"Yeah, he was," I felt anger start to creep back into my bloodstream, yet I shoved it back. "That's not all, I kinda sped off and the creep tried following me. So I took a quick turn and he was so surprised, somehow, he ended up going into the opposite lane! I honestly thought he was going to crash. But instead, he came up onto the sidewalk and messed up his motorcycle by crashing it into a post." Angel coaxed me to lay on my bed so she could play with my hair. I didn't mind her playing with it, just as long as she didn't want to start braiding it, for some reason that irked me. "I was driving away when something in me just made me feel guilty since I did have a part to do in him crashing his motorcycle. So guess what I did"

"Hmm?" she mumbled, concentrating on the ends of my hair which were ombréd.

"I went back to help him! I don't know what I was thinking," I grumbled, which caused her to laugh.

"It's the good and innocent Max that can't leave any poor defenseless soul on their own," she said dramatically, one hand clutching her chest while the other was at her forehead, pretending to faint on my bed. She laughed then went back to playing with my hair.

"Whatever," I shot back, "But you know, after I went back to offer my help, he went off being rude, and you know me, I don't like letting people step all over me, so naturally I defended myself. However, we just ended up insulting each other even more, so I left." I wonder if he had found a way to get home…? I shook my head, quickly dismissing that thought. I could care less how he got home. If he got home…

"Well, you know maybe he was-" yet Angel didn't have a chance to finish her sentence, interrupted by my vibrating phone.

"Who is it," she asked. Checking the caller ID I saw it was Gabriel, which I reluctantly told her.

"I honestly don't know why you're dating him," she said shaking her head.

"He's a very sweet guy Angel, you don't know him enough to be judging him," I scolded.

"I know enough to know that he's just mooching off of you," she retorted.

"Mooching off me?" I couldn't help but screech. For some reason her word stung.

"Don't act offended! And yes mooching off you. Ever since you guys started dating, you've been paying for everything," Angel remarked.

"Look," I sighed, "let me answer then we'll talk." I slid the answering symbol across the screen, then put the phone to my ear. "Hey Gabe," I said, smiling slightly.

"Max," he breathed, "I've missed you so much."

I admit, I giggled a bit, but only because I could feel how happy he was to actually be talking to me. That has never happened to me before. I felt butterflies start to flutter in my tummy.

"You saw me yesterday," I said, trying not to make eye contact with Angel, knowing she'd probably ruin my mood.

"I know," he murmured, you could practically hear a smile in his voice. The butterflies in my stomach started to do little flips. "Listen," he continued, "Tomorrow's the premiere for the new Superman movie, I was thinking that maybe if you weren't busy we could go."

"Sounds like a plan," I said happily.

"Great, just one thing…," he sighed into the phone, making my stomach clench slightly, "would you mind paying? I've been paying a lot of expenses recently and I'm kinda broke."

I felt all the butterflies lazily fall to the bottom of my stomach. Forcing a cheery voice I told him it wasn't a problem and made arrangements for him to pick me up tomorrow at six. Then I hung up.

"So he's not mooching off you," Angel commented sarcastically. Sarcasm, one of the many things she's learned from me, this one however, was a double sided knife.

"He said he had a lot of expenses to pay," I defended off handedly.

"Like what? Getting his monthly haircut? Or how bout buying himself another pair of shoes this week?" she asked.

"He likes to look nice Angel, you can't blame him for it. And for all we know, he might've needed to help his mom with bills," I snapped. However much I tried to defend him, somewhere deep down I knew Angel was probably right. Gabriel's metro sexuality was turning out to be really expensive. I groaned.

"Just dump him," Angel offered.

"I can't, you should see him Angel, he can be so sweet at times, it almost makes up for me supplying the capitol for our dates."

Angel just shook her head. "You deserve better Max, not just some pretty face that makes you feel nice. Try reaching for someone with actual depth."

"Ouch," I said, smiling at her I punched her lightly on the arm, "Here's a thought, you're real deep, should I try reaching for you?" I joked, trying to forget about Gabe.

"There are so many reasons why that would be sooo wrong," Angel laughed. I laughed too, I had accomplished my goal.

"Let's go grab something to eat," I said, "I'm hungry."

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