~∞ ROSES ∞~
Chapter Three: I am NOT your Hunny Bunny Rose
"Hey sweet-cheeks," she purred, walking towards Fang and plopping herself in his lap. "I missed you!"
Fang let out a sigh, gently pushing his girlfriend off his lap. "Babe, we saw each other in the morning." She pouted.
"But I didn't even get a good-bye kiss from my sexy boyfriend!" she whined. Taking a deep breath, Fang choose his words carefully.
"There's a reason for that," he muttered, just so she could hear. She perked up at that.
"Okay! I'll go to the bathroom at exactlynine o'clock, and then you go at nine o'one. We'll meet at the closet —,"
He interrupted her. "Honey, that's not what I meant…" By this time, she had a highly unattractive, confused look on her face. Her blue eyes were bugged out wide, and her mouth was gaping open, as her head tilted to the side. She began blinking rapidly, her eye make-up smudging on her top and bottom eyelids.
"W-What are you trying to say baby?" she whispered, voice desperate.
"Sorry pumpkin, but we're over," Fang said nonchalantly, holding back a smirk that was playing against his lips. Breaking up with the dramatic ones was always the most entertaining.
"B-But you're my hunny bunny rose! And I'm your honey bunches of neapolitan cake pie with the crust toasted, and refrigerated at 65 degrees Fahrenheit! Don't you remember?" she begged. Fang snorted; when did he ever call herthat? More importantly, who came up with all these ridiculous pet names?
"Love, when I said we're done, we're done," Fang reiterated. "And I am not your 'hunny bunny rose'."
"We can't be done! We can not be over!" she screamed, almost to herself. "Especially because you keep calling me all these pet names that couples call each other, sweetie!"
Fang face-palmed — of course, he did so mentally — and got up. "Darling, that's only because I forgot your name." And with his now ex-girlfriend going into a state of shock, he moved seats.
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"Max!" Nudge called, waving her down to sit beside her in class. Max sighed, but smiled at her friend and room-buddy.
"Hey Nudge," Max managed to say, before Nudge burst from excitement. She was already bouncing up and down in her chair, caramel hair flying everywhere.
"Was it true, was it true?" she asked excitedly, a huge smile on her face. "Did Fang - hot stuff – Walker fall into your lap?"
Max began choking and coughing. "Wait, what?" she screeched. The class turned to look at the two girls in the back, but they ignored them.
"I said, did Fang Walker fall —,"
"Yes, yes I —,"
"Wait so he did? Oh my —,"
"NO! FANG DID NOT FALL INTO MY LAP!" Max screamed. The girl sitting in front of them turned around.
"You sat on the hottie, Fang Walker's lap? Lucky!" the girl exclaimed incredulously. Now, the entire class' attention was on Max, Nudge, and the girl in front of them.
Nudge shook her head sadly. "Sorry Maddie, but she didn't. I mean, it would've been amazing if she did, despite him being a total player and a jerk and a douche, but Max here claims he didn't fall into her lap. Haven't you heard? Practically everyone knows about what happened between Max here and Fang!"
Max interrupted, "NOTHING HAPPENED! Fang just freaking fell out of his chair because he was trying to pop my personal bubble!" Nudge wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Well, there's got to be a reason for that." Her phone buzzed. "EEK!"
Maddie turned around again, her long black hair swishing in the direction her head turned. "What? What happened Nudge?"
You see, Nudge was West High's number one gossiper. Whenever something worthwhile to talk about comes up, there are about three people who always know first; the person who the gossip centers on and a witness. Then, there's Nudge. She always let everyone else know the latest news at school.
"Fang and Elise broke up!" Nudge stood up, out of her seat and announced to the rest of the class, "Ladies, Fang is now free!" before sitting back down.
The girls began to buzz, talking about shopping at the mall during lunch period for new clothes and a makeover. Seriously, how much money do girls waste because Fang is single? They could be donating the money to hungry children inAfrica! Besides, he was 'available' every couple of days, or so.
Max groaned, and put her head in her arms as she laid it on the desktop. Fang is such a player. Didn't he just get with El — whatever her name is this morning? Can we say douche-bag? With her arms covering her eyes, she couldn't see anything going on in the classroom environment, but there sure was a heck load of noise.
"So Maddie," she heard Nudge ask. "Are you going to try and get the Fangster?"
"Eh, I'm not sure. He's probably got his eye one someone, if he broke up with Elise that fast. It's been what, an hour since she asked him out? And Elise isn't that bad looking either, in player terms." Finally! Max thought. Someone else besides me and Nudge thinks he's a player!
The bell rang, and class begun. But Max couldn't help but think that something was up. Maddie was right; he never dumps someone that fast.
Then again, maybe he and his ways have upped a notch. Or maybe, Fang has found someone.