Yo! I'm back . How's life, guys? You guys excited about Catching Fire? I am! The movie is finally in theaters...almost. I also watched Pacific Rim today. It's pretty awesome. ;)

I want to see it so bad, but I had a basketball game on Friday. Hope the rest of you guys watch it! Can't wait :)

I yawned, waiting for Fang to show up in the cafe. I had brought my books and study guides for our mid-finals at the beginning of January right after winter break. He needed help with Physics and biology, and I needed help with Math. Math...why can't you just stop being a bitch and solve your own problems?

"'Sup?"

I looked up to see Fang, his backpack slung over his shoulder, a coffee in his hand. I sipped my hot chocolate. For November, it was pretty chilly, but then again, I had lived in Arizona, and this was Boston we were talking about.

Yeah...Mom sent me that far away. She was a wonderful mother, wasn't she? Note the sarcasm.

I wrapped my black coat around me tighter, shivering. I was decked out in combat boots, a giant coat with tons of pockets, cargo pants, and gloves. I was totally setting some amazing fashion trends.

Fang was just in his normal black t-shirt, jeans, and vans.

How did he not feel the cold?

He pulled out the chair and sat down, slamming his books down. I smiled. "Hey. How you doing?" He rolled his eyes, smirking. "Well, considering that I've seen you dressed up like a marshmallow, I'm good. But I could be scarred for life. You never know," He replied.

I gasped. "Oh my gosh! Three sentences! You're improving!"

He scowled at me. "Be nice, Maxie."

I glared at him, eyes narrowed. He cringed, looking at me with fear. "Don't hurt me." I sneered.

Then I stomped on his foot. Hard. "FU-!" He yelled, holding his bruised toe. "Mm. You're welcome."

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Slut."

"You're calling me the slut? You're the man whore."

"Mega bitch."

"Repetitive, now are we?"

"Shut up. So, I think we need a game show of the pranking games. I've got an idea," Fang said, downing his coffee. It was black. Gross.

"Yeah? What's up, then?" I asked.

"You have to prank Mr. M. He sucks so much. And here's what we do. Because I'm not that mean, I'm going to take that astrology poster he has and then copy it. Then I'll put random crap up the copy and put it Jim his room. After the prank, I'll you've him his stupid poster back," Fang suggested.

"Lame. Totally lame," I said.

He glared. "Screw me for thinking of a better idea than you. That prank on Mr. D was very creative and original," He said.

"Oh, yeah? Well, the idea was a lot better than yours," I challenged. Fang sat back, arms crossed, a dark expression on his face. "Just forget it," He mumbled, the tenseness between us tangible in the air. "Yes. Forget it. I'm the one who came up with it, and you're not allowed to continue with the prank. Cuz it's so damn stupid," I snarled, glaring.

"Oh, fuck yourself. You just don't-"

"Excuse me. Hi. I'm Britney Dwyer, president for the senior class. I couldn't help overhear you two talking about the pranks. I suppose you are the ones that pulled the prank on Mr. Destiny and the other teachers? It's very disrespectful after all they did for you students. Maybe you should stop. Now, I could report you to the principal, but I think you can change? Yes?" a girl with flaming red hair and green eyes asked in a bubbly voice, adjusting her nerdy glasses.

I was about to snap back, telling her to my mind her own business, but Fang interrupted me. Flashing a perfect half-smile, he replied, "You won't need to worry about. Thanks for not telling on us." Then he winked. He winked at her!

Britney blinked, blushing under his gaze. I rolled my eyes. For Pete's sake, she was, like, ten billion years older than him, and he was flirting with her. "Well, I'm just gonna leave you two. Guess you're trying to get back on your game ever since I rejected you," I called in a light voice, executing an innocent smile. Fang's expression didn't change. "No. Your specific words were that you weren't ready."

A barked a bitter laugh, watching Britney stepping closer to Fang, a worried look on her face. "Oh, please. I've dated all kinds of guys. You're just another one of them that I'll end up dumping," I spat. Fang stepped back, a wounded look flickering across his angular features before he was impassive again. Maybe I had just imagined that.

"Never knew you were such a whore, Max."

I stared straight into his eyes.

"It's always the worst guys that bring out the bitch in Maximum Martinez. It's always the guys like you."

I walked away before he could say another word.

"I'm sorry, Max. Maybe you shouldn't have went with my ideas. You should talk to Ash. She would probably know, especially since she's so much like you," Nudge said, a sympathetic look on her face.

I screamed into my pillow.

"It's never easy for us. We just made up, and now this happens. Maybe we're just not compatible. We're just not good together," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Well...he'll probably want to ask you out again if you make him jealous? Is that a good idea? It's worked for Sloan and the others...for me," Nudge suggested.

My laptop pinged. I looked up, checking my Facebook.

New Post from Maya:

Dylan and I have broken up mall today. Guess wht he did? He's all free, bitches

I sighed, commenting.

I'm so sorry Maya. What happened?

She quickly typed back:

Oh, Dylan left me at the mall to go on a 'guy emergency' with his friend. Apparently, he needed to play b-ball. Yeah, that's TOTALLY urgent. Asshole. I HAD TO CALL KATE AND STAR TO PICK ME UP!

"Oh, that's awful," Nudge whispered. I nodded, disgusted by Dylan's behavior. "Yeah, he's awful."

Nudge grinned wickedly. "No, he's PERFECT. This will be a huge blow to Fang's self-esteem...he'll come back to you begging."

I cocked my head. "What?"

Nudge flicked her hair back.

"Dylan is guy numero uno...Maxie dear, let me introduce you to the 'How to get a guy back' show."

I feared for my life when I saw the look on Nudge's face.

Thhta was it! really bad and short...sorry

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