YOU STUPID BASTARD! YOU STINKING GIRLFRIEND-STEALING SON OF A ***CENSOR CENSOR CENSOR***

Dylan: You can't blame me! The whitecoats -

I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR STUPID EXCUSE ABOUT THE WHITECOATS. YOU COULD'VE JUST JUMPED OFF A CLIFF WITH YOUR WINGS IN, YOU STUPID IDIOTIC-

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What. The. Heck.

I was at work and guess who just walked in through the front door?

You guessed it- JUSTIN BEIBER.

...Haha, NO. It was Fang.

But, it's still as bad if Beaver actually did walk in, though. (Yes, you heard- er, read- it right. I know what I'm saying)

I stared at him, right eye twitching. Why, just why did he have to come at this time? Why did he even come anyways? Through the freaking front door, too! Beth had decided that the employees should dress up since Halloween was coming up. She even decorated the place with fake cobwebs, skeletons, pumpkins, and even added smoke to spread across the floor. Anyway, so she decided the employees to dress up. She chose our costumes and everything. And you know what I had to dress up as?

A. Freaking. Vampire.

At least I'm not the sparkly kind. I had to wear a cape that was black on the outside and red on the inside and a spaghetti strap black dress that hung mid-thigh. I had a black belt that was studded with eight diamonds and had this weird star shape thing and chains attached to it. I also had to wear black boots with fishnet leggings and a black choker. And of course, I had to wear fangs.

"Please come in. I don't bite- hard," I said, baring my fangs weekly. Ugh, now I'm just embarrassing myself in front of him even more! Don't look at me like that. Beth made me do it. (cue annoyed face here)

Fang stared at me for a moment before covering his hand over his mouth, coughing. It took me a while to figure out he was trying to cover his laughter by coughing. I swear, smoke were coming out of my ears.

"Why. Are You. Here?" I grounded out. He finally looked at me, his emotionless mask back on. Though, I could still see the tiniest slight twitch in his cheek muscles. His eye's cast over my body quickly before landing back on my eyes..

"You look hot, Ride," He said, smirking. I almost dropped my notepad. That stinking. Sexist. Perverted. Pig! I raised my clenched fist and was about to punch him right in his pretty boy face when I heard Beth call, "Max! Don't hurt the costumers!"

Wait a minute... I whirled around and saw Beth and the other employees cluttered around the window where the chefs would place the pizzas.

"Go, go, go!" Beth whispered, ushering the others out of view. Please excuse me but...

WHAT. THE. F-

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"Ready to order?" Max asked, stiffly.

Fang looked up, amusement in his eyes. "I'll have a frappuccino."

"A frappuccino? Just a frappuccino?" She scoffed, crossing her arms over my chest. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes," Fang replied, calmly. "With whip cream."

Max huffed and called out his order. A few moments later, his order was shouted ready. She went over to the window, grabbed his drink and walked back to his table. "Here's your frappuccino," Max grumbled, dropping it on his table, a few drops splashing out. Max quickly spun around on her heels to see a couple trying to catch her attention. She sighed and walked over to them.

Fang watched her every move. He couldn't help but notice how the guys turned to stare at her butt when she walked by. Why couldn't Max wear a cape that was longer? Something stirred in Fang's chest, but he couldn't figure out what it was and why. His hand wrapped around his drink and he brought it up to his lips, his eyes never leaving Max.

She looked up when she heard the bell ring, indicating another costumer was here. She looked up smiling, doing the same greeting she said to Fang, except with more enthusiasm. She led him to a table and turned around when her name was called. Fang's hand that was holding his drink clenched as he watched Max chatting with the costumer. He noticed how the costumer- a guy- kept taking glances at Max's chest.

He watched as the guy "accidentally" knock his fork over the table.

"Aw man," He said.

"Oh, no, it's okay. I'll get you a new one," Max assured, bending down. Fang let anger and disgust show slightly on his mask as he watched the guy stared at Max's butt as she bent down. Fang felt something wet trail down his hand. He stole a glance at it and realized he was squeezing his drink, making the liquid squirt out and trail down his arm. He wiped his hand and threw a five on the table.

Fang stood up and walked stiffly to the front door, throwing his drink away. Max looked up and watched as Fang walked out of the restaurant. Max should be glad that Fang's gone now, right? But why does she suddenly feels disappointment? Shaking her head, dismissing the thought, she went back to her costumers.

Fang inhaled deeply when he was outside. Why did he kept having this weird burning feeling in his chest? What was it? Why did he have it? Fang ran a hand through his hair, sighing. Max was strange. No, she was... interesting. That's it.

She was a girly girl or a slut. She didn't give a crap of what others say about her and doesn't care for clothes, her hair, make-up, and all that stuff. Max was different from the girls Fang had met. She didn't need a guy to complete her life. All she needed was her friends and family. Max is the most feared- yet, she works as a waitress. Why did Fang feel attracted to her like a magnet?

Oh God, he felt like a total sap right now.

Sighing, Fang shoved his hands into his pockets and walked down the street, ignoring the giggles, stares, and pointing from girls as he passed by.

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"Bye guys!" I shouted, grabbing my keys and swinging my messenger bag over my shoulder. I heard chorus of byes as I walked out the back door. I softly closed the door behind me and walked off toward the right side of the alley.

I shivered as a cool breeze swept over me. I stuffed my hands into my coat pockets and kept walking.

"Boo."

I whirled around with my foot extended to only have it hit air. I did a 360 when I saw a faint outline of a silhouette. And, I had a feeling who it was. I spun around on my heels and stalked off, not bothering to confirm my suspicions.

"What, no 'hellos?" Fang asked, appearing beside me. I didn't answer, keeping my eyes in front of me. "How cruel, Ride," He said, feigning hurt. I scoffed.

"What do want?" I snapped, speeding up my pace. He caught up to me in ease.

"Just wanted to walk my favorite waitress home."

My fists clenched at the same time as my jaw. I stopped abruptly and turned to him. "Is this going to be a everyday thing?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest stubbornly. He smirked at me and shrugged.

"Maybe," Fang said, going back to one-word answers. I grumbled something under my breath. Let's just say it rhymed with "ducking glass mole".

He raised an eyebrow. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, my fingers immediately getting stuck in the snarls.

"Can you just, I don't know, leave me alone?" I asked, exasperated.

"Aren't you suppose to be afraid of walking home alone, like every other girls?" Fang asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Well, duh! Of course, I am. Oh, please walk me home! I feel so safe in your arms and I know you'll protect me!" I said in a high pitched, girly voice, skipping off. I stopped ten feet in front of him and turned to face Fang, face sober. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

With that, I spun around on my heels and stalked off.

"Oh and by the way," I called over my shoulder, "fourteen words, huh?. Must be a new record for the silent, emotionless Fang Cooper."

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