Hey Peoples,

Yes, I know it took a while to update, but I had a very busy week.

For all the people wondering why I'm in school, I live in AUSTRALIA, so I am in the middle of the term.

Here are some words on anime, since it wouldn't be a proper author's note without it.

Fruits Basket is awesome, and I love the manga too, and I love Yuki, yada yada yada.

Right now though, my obsession with Doctor Who has started to annoy my friends. A lot. Yes, I'm talking to you Ashara and Tracie. You got a mention.

Lots of swearing in this one.

Here it is

Chapter 6: How to piss of Max

Max POV

You know what? All therapist waiting rooms look the same. The uncomfortable chairs, that look comfortable…but aren't. The old side tables with the crappy magazines from six years ago. Even the smell is the same. Faintly antiseptic, as if they are trying to prove they're real doctors.

Now I have spent a lot of time in waiting rooms like these. A lot. In my previous school, I was recommended to around eight therapists, as after the first session, they refused to see me. I wonder why.

So now I'm freaking sitting here when I should be at home, eating Iggy's food. But since I'm grounded, I not only did not get to have breakfast this morning, but the other's ditched me so I had to walk to school by myself. In the rain. Needless to say people avoided me this morning. I had my 'Piss me off and I'll send you to the fiery pits of hell' face on. It was quite funny seeing people rush out to meet me and then run away just as quickly.

Even the teacher's didn't mess with me. Not that I gave them much of a chance. I spent most of the day just sketching (I stole my sketchbook back) and glaring at any teacher stupid enough to try and comment. Being scary is fun (A/N isn't it Ashara?). Even my friends avoided me. So the whole day was spent alone, with everyone letting me stew in my crappy mood.

By the time of my therapist's appointment I was pissed. Really pissed. Rip my therapist's head off pissed.

The secretary in the office was this whiny little red head name Brigid. She reminded me of Lissa, and that was enough to make me fuming. The therapist was late, so I sketched.

Usually when I sketched I just let my mind wander free, and let my hand do the drawing, but now when ever I did that, I just drew my dream. Over and over again. Even if I tried drawing an apple or something it somehow turned into my dream. My subconscious was trying to tell me something. So I told my subconscious to fuck off.

"Miss Ride?" asked the whiny little bitch of a secretary. I was having a bad day. So sue me.

"WHAT!" I retorted furiously. She faltered.

"Ummm… Dr. Ter Borcht will see you now."

I smirked. This was not his day.

I strutted (Yes strutted, I'm feeling badass) into the office, but not before stuffing my sketchbook into my bag.

One of my therapists, who had tried to have a second session, saw it. And made me give it to her. And comment on how the pictures could be construed. She stopped seeing me when I broke her favourite china cat figurine in her office. It was a total accident. I swear.

I walked into the office and immediately noticed the colour. It was a peach colour. I inwardly groaned. I had to spend my day in a peach coloured office.

The second thing I noticed was the twenty-something guy sitting on an arm chair. He was hot. I guess. Nothing compared to Fang. I mentally bitch-slapped myself. Stop comparing hot guys to Fang!

I sat down on the leather couch (why do they always have a leather couch, although this one was more of a fake leather, and…peach). The therapist was tan, muscled and had brown hair. Now I probably wouldn't have minded the sessions as much, if he hadn't fucking leered at me. And stared at my chest unabashedly. I glared at him and pointed at my face.

"My fucking face is up here," I snapped.

He shrugged, he didn't even look ashamed. I gave him the full blast of the evil eye. He didn't even flinch.

My face set in a furious glare, he turned to me.

"Sooo… Miss Batchelder," He started to ask. I was fuming. You could do a lot of fucking bad things to me, but never. I repeat NEVER call me by my 'father's' name.

"It. Is. Max." I spat out. "Maximum RIDE. Call me by that name again and I will personally rip you to pieces."

He didn't even fucking flinch. He just wrote something down on a notepad and nodded his head. I wanted to scream.

"I see…" he muttered. "I heard a mention of your father's name is a common trigger for your anger."

I gaped at him. He had known my name. But he had purposely called me by the wrong name to get a rise out of me. Oh… I was breaking so much more than a china figurine when he left the room. And guess what he did again. He leered at me. Again.

"Look at me like that again and I will fucking castrate you," I said, my voice deathly calm.

He smirked at me. Freaking smirked. Okay here is the line between normal angry and steam coming out of the ears angry. I hadn't just crossed the line. I was miles ahead of it.

He started to ask me questions. Hoping I would answer I guess. Not a chance. I just sat there stubbornly till the session was over. As I walked out I could feel his eyes on me, checking me out. It took every single ounce of self-control I had to stop myself from going back in and pounding his face in, not to mention making sure he would NEVER have children.

As I walked out of the office, Brigid cringed and moved away from me. I didn't blame her. Not one bit.

Fang POV

I was sitting on my bed, trying and failing to keep my thoughts off Max. She had been in a shitty mood today. She glared at anyone who came near her, and ignored all the teachers, instead sketching in a sketchbook. The few teachers who had been foolish enough to try and stop her had been reduced to whimpering piles of patheticness (Hah, all poetic) by her sharp tongue, not to mention her withering glares.

A tap on the window interrupted me from my thoughts. I opened the French doors and was surprised to see Max standing on my balcony. She looked up at me and I nearly flinched away from her face. You know the rages the Greek gods used to get into, like earth shattering rages? Well, that was nothing on Max's mood.

She took a couple of deep breaths.

"Fang," she said steel in her voice before correcting herself. "Right now I'm not in the best of moods, so would you please fucking spar with me?" I raised my eyebrow at her language. Of course she was pretty mouthy all the time but not usually as forceful as now.

Instead of answering her I punched out at her stomach, which she blocked with her palm. She feinted to the side before launching a hard kick at my other side. I winced. Fighting Max in this kind of mood was so not a good idea. But there was no backing out now.

In a matter of minutes I was pinned on the floor, bruised and battered, panting for air. Max was barely out of breath and I hadn't gotten in one hit.

"Better?" I asked.

"No," she spat out angrily, and stood up quickly. I groaned as the pain in my limbs reached my brain. I raised my head just in time to see Max climb up on the balcony rail and launch herself to hers. I gasped and struggled to my feet. Not that I needed to worry. She landed nimbly on her own balcony rail and jumped to her door. She opened the door and slammed it loudly. I winced at the noise and went into my own room, but not before hearing the loud rock music pounding from next door.

Iggy poked his head into my room and looked at me curiously as I gingerly lowered myself onto my bed, wincing as I felt my ribs throb. One was probably cracked.

"Max is in a really shitty mood," I explained. "We sparred for a bit but fighting Max when she is angry is not fun."

He smirked at me. "Are you telling me you got beaten by a girl?"

"You fucking go over there and see what kind of mood she's in. I'm just glad the others are round here and Jeb is at work."

"Fine, I will." He said and left the room, presumably to prove me wrong. Not gonna happen.

I waited a couple of minutes before the door opened and then slammed shut. Iggy made his way slowly up the stairs and entered my room, favouring his…man business.

I smirked at him. He looked up at me in disbelief.

"I went round there and knocked on the door. When she opened it I asked if I could do anything to make her feel better. Then she kicked me here and told me she'd fucking castrate me if I went round again."

I chuckled but stopped quickly still feeling the cracked rib.

"Iggy, my advice is to leave her the fucking hell alone until she feels better. Better tell everyone else that too."

He nodded and left the room, and I bandaged my ribs and the worst of my injuries. I vowed to never ever fight with Max when she's in that mood.

Max POV

The next morning I woke up with a pounding head ache. My throat ached and my chest felt wheezy. But I had an agreement with Jeb; he gave me back my iPod, if I went to school. I even got to go to Iggy's for food.

So I stumbled out of bed and grabbed the coffee on my nightstand. Obviously the others were avoiding me because of my bad mood. I was grateful for it although my mood was much better today, apart from the headache. I just didn't want to listen to their incessant chatter when I couldn't think straight. Hell I never wanted to listen to their incessant chatter.

I took a long hot shower before swallowing a couple of aspirin. I didn't really put much effort into my appearance. I pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail and threw on some black skinnies and a black hoodie, with wings on the back. I finished off the dismal outfit with a pair of ratty black converse which Angel had threatened to throw away more than once.

I walked out my door pretty early and made my way over to next door. I doubted the girl's were up yet but Iggy had started waking up a bit earlier to cook breakfast. I knocked on the door softly, too exhausted to be in a bad mood.

Iggy opened the door and looked at me warily. I sighed and pushed past him to the kitchen. I slumped on a bench and groaned as my headache came back. I heard Iggy come into the kitchen and felt his eyes on me.

"Coffee?" he asked and I mumbled something that was probably a yes. He grabbed a mug and poured me a cup of hot coffee which I downed quickly. The smell of pancakes came from the stove but instead of feeling hungry I just felt nauseous.

"Can you go wake up Fang?" Iggy asked quietly. "Breakfast is ready."

I nodded and slowly made my way up the stairs and to Fang's door.

Fang POV

A knock on the door penetrated my dream and shook me from dream world. I groaned and heard the door open. I opened my eyes carefully to see Max staring down at me worriedly.

"What's wrong?" She asked reaching out a hand towards my cheek before withdrawing quickly.

"Well," I answered. "A pissed of Max is not fun to fight with."

She sighed. "I'm sorry."

I looked up at her, carefully this time. Dark bags were apparent under her eyes and her face was deathly pale.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded and turned away. "Breakfast is ready," she murmured and exited my room.

When I got down to the kitchen everyone was eating quickly. Everyone except Max. In fact she looked faintly sick by the sight of the food and I could see the rest of the group cast worried glances her way.

The rest of the day was spent in much the same way. She went from class to class exhaustedly resting her head on the desk in every class room. She didn't even bother to acknowledge the teacher's presence and dozed through each class.

She didn't even eat anything at lunch just stared at her food.

I cornered her before maths class and glared defiantly into her eyes.

"Max! What is wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"'S nothing," she slurred before her knees buckled and she fell into my arms.

Ooooh Cliffie.

Yes I know I am evil. It took you that long to figure it out. I betcha most of you pictured the therapist bit differently, but don't worry, the downfall of ter Borcht will come. Eventually.

You know what's surprising. When I wrote this I was actually in a really good mood. Go figure.

I'll try and update soon but I can't make any promises.

By the way, this is not another cliché bit where Max gets sick. It will be different. I just don't know how. Any ideas are welcome

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