Sorry I haven't updated a decent chapter for a while. Here's one for you guys, hope you like it.

I fidgeted in class. Chewing on my pencil and scribbling random shapes into my notebook. Fang. Where the hell did he go?

He didn't come home last night and this morning mum called the police. My phone was on, even though the teacher said to turn it off, and I was waiting impatiently for a call from my mum to see if they'd found anything.

I continued to tap my pen until the teacher gave me a death glare. Dylan was looking at me anxiously too. He's been doing it all morning; all I wanna do is chuck my book at his face.

Then my phone rang.

I almost jumped out of my skin as I fiddled with it. The whole class was looking at me now, the teacher was getting out her pen and I knew I had a detention waiting for me.

"Phone Miss Martinez?" she said holding out her hand.

"Okay" I muttered.

I took the phone out of my pocket and flipped open the screen, I nearly cried when I read the name.

"Max" the teacher warned "Hand over the phone"

I bit my lip to stop the tears. I'm not going to cry. I looked at the text again, hoping it wasn't true.

"They haven't found anything

-mum"

The teacher snatched away my phone "afternoon detention" she said and walked away. I stared at her as she turned around and walked back to the desk. I threw everything I had into my bag and stood up, throwing it over my shoulders.

"And where do you think you're going?" the teacher asked.

Dylan stood up too "Max? Is everything okay?"

I stared at him for a moment, taking in his face and his worried features. Then I turned back to the teacher and her drawer full of detention slips.

And then I ran straight out of that crappy hell hole.

I didn't want to go back there, all I wanted was Fang home and sitting on the lounge with a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows.

Why did I have to stuff everything up last night? Why couldn't I just close my eyes and pretend everything was okay, make him happy by kissing him back and then we could solve everything afterwards. Why the hell did I run? Now he's somewhere out there and I don't even know if he's okay, he hates me and I can't even find him to apologise.

I ran out of the classroom and into the girls' toilets; the typical place to sulk. I sat down in one of the cubicles and pressed my knees up to my chest, dumping my bag on the floor. I didn't cry. I stared at the gap under the cubicle door and studied the bathroom tiles.

The world is always spinning and you have no control over it, there's nothing to do but go with the flow. Gravity holds you down and you just have to deal with it; find something to focus on so you don't lose yourself. I had to grab onto something, except the only thing I wanted to grab onto was probably half way across the state.

I heard the bathroom door open and two girls walked in. They stood in front of the mirror and went on and on about gossip and the latest news.

"Yeah" one said "year 12 formal soon. Isn't it exciting?"

I stopped breathing.

"And then graduation and we'll finally be out of this dump"

My hands tightened around my knees, pulling them closer to my chest. I buried my face in my arms as they continued to talk.

"What uni are you thinking of going to?"

Year 12 formal? Graduation? University? Fang won't even be at the same school as me anymore!

Why does everything always have to get worse?

The two girls left the bathroom laughing, probably talking about who they'll be taking as their date.

As soon as the door closed, someone else came in.

"Max?" I heard a voice call. Ella. "Max, I know you're in one of these cubicles"

I didn't answer her. I saw her foot tap on the white tiles. "I can see your bag"

I mentally whacked myself. "fine." I said defeated "you got me"

She heard my voice and stood outside my cubicle "what are you doing in here?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do people do in toilets, Ella?"

She sighed "Oh c'mon Max. I know you aren't doing that." She paused "did you get mum's text?"

"Yes" no one spoke "how did you know I was in here?" I said breaking the silence

"The teacher told me to get you for your afternoon detention. Are you going to come out or do I have to stand here like an idiot talking to a toilet?"

I picked up my bag and unlocked the door. She smiled at me and gave me my phone. I put it in my pocket as we walked back to my class. I sighed; it was time to face the teacher and detention.

"When you're out, give me a call and I'll get mum to pick you up" Ella said waving goodbye and running to her bus.

Detention is never fun, so I won't bore you with an endless description of silence.

I got out late after making rude comments to the teacher. I didn't call Ella or mum, because I was low on credit. Stupid teacher decided to waste it as a punishment. (You know they actually do that at my school? How annoying!)

Instead I walked home, it was only 6 o'clock but it was starting to get dark and walking is pretty boring when you don't have anything to think about. I had plenty to think about...but I didn't want to think about it.

I searched through my contacts list on my phone and I stopped as I came across Fang's name. Where the hell was he? I clicked on his name and stared at the blank text message I was about to write. I hesitated...what do I say? Where are you? What the hell are you thinking? I was so tempted to write that he was a mindless jerk that needed a hole to die in.

"Come home. Plz." I typed, I was about to press send, but I bit my lip and hesitated. "I miss u... a lot"

I pressed the send button and just stared at my phone.

I ran my hand over my face in frustration; I can't believe I just did that. As if he's going to magically appear at home and answer the front door and give me hot chocolate and cookies and pull me into a tight hug. That message isn't going to make miracles.

I walked with my hands in my pockets for ten minutes, lost my way, found it again and then kept walking; the entire time thinking of how badly I am going to smash Fang's beautiful face when he came home... If he came home.

My phone buzzed and vibrated. I stopped mid-step, thank fully there was no one on the streets otherwise I would've looked like a complete douche bag. I fumbled inside my pocket for my buzzing phone and almost screamed when I saw Fang's name on the screen. Slowly I opened his message and savoured each letter as I read it, knowing that somewhere out there he was still able to talk to me. It read:

"I don't want to force u in2 anything. I luv u but I'll wait. If it makes u happy."

I love you I love you I love you! I just wanted to say it; I wanted to send it to him in big capital flashing letters. I was about to reply and then BAM the stupid screen told me I was out of credit. It took all of my patience to NOT smash my phone right then and there.

And then reality hit me smack bang in the face. I was out of credit, I had no idea where I was going and it was already getting dark.

Ah crap.

I continued walking, where? I have no idea. I tried to use the light on my phone and check out the street names or to find something I recognised, like, I don't know, maybe MY HOUSE! But nothing jumped out at me.

Except for that guy smoking in the street across the road. I wasn't afraid of him, that was, until he crossed and made his way over to me. Then I was ready to run for my life.

"Hey gorgeous" he said to me, he smelt of alcohol and cigarettes and his voice was the definition of a turn-off, Fang's on the other hand...well that's another story entirely.

I curled my hands into fists and kept on walking. He stepped closer to me and smiled like a crazed lunatic. That's it, I thought, he was so going to get it.

"What's a fine girl like you doing alone in these streets?" he asked. Ugh he stank.

"Beating up a sleaze like you, sounds close enough" I growled at him, giving him my most deadly of death glares. He wasn't looking at me though; he was looking at my chest and liking his lips like a hungry dog.

That's it. I slammed my fist into his jaw causing him to stumble and back away. He rubbed his chin and glared me "Feisty are we?" he smirked

"Don't push it, nimrod" I threatened. "Trust me, you better run or you're gonna get it bad"

He laughed "Hey babe, I just want a little fun tonight. Bring it" he stepped closer to me and slammed his lips against mine, sticking his tongue down my throat. I positioned my hands on his chest just as he tied his fingers in my hair and crushed my lips into his, rubbing the inside of my mouth with his disgusting tongue. I pushed him as hard as I could, but he wouldn't budge. He started to unbutton my school blouse and that's when the fear really started to hit me.

I panicked. All I could think of was rape, I've heard all the stories, I've seen the after affects in the victims. It wasn't pretty. I was screaming inside, wanting him off me. He undid the blouse and reached his hand underneath it, feeling my breasts and slipping his fingers beneath my bra.

I froze in shock, I was panicking. This guy was sick! I wanted to Fang to save me; I wanted someone to save me. Too bad I'm not that lucky. He moved one of his hands down to my skirt and was about to lift it up just as I raised my leg and kneed him in his manhood.

He groaned and toppled over. I took in deep breathes and tried to calm myself, I couldn't, suddenly I found myself running. I was shaking like crazy and scared for my life that every step was hard and I almost tripped over a couple of times.

A car was turning a corner just up the street and its lights were blinding, I stopped and covered my eyes with my hands. The car stopped in front of me and another male stepped out. I took one glance at him and ran the opposite way; he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest. I screamed and kicked as panic rose again.

"Hey! Max, stop it will you!" I heard the voice say. I relaxed a little, I was panting and still shaking, but the familiarity of the voice was calming.

"Dylan?" I choked

"Yeah, it's me" he whispered holding me tight to his chest. "Just relax okay, the guy's gone"

I stayed pressed up against his warm body and my breathing slowly returned to normal, I was still shaken, but Dylan's strong arms were comforting.

"Um" he began awkwardly as he let me go and turned around "you might wanna do up your shirt."

I looked down, embarrassed and did up my buttons "Thanks" I muttered.

He turned around again and gestured to his car. "Need a lift home?"

I smiled at him and took a seat in the front. The trip to my house was really short and I can't believe I missed it while I was walking. Dylan parked the car in the driveway and I thanked him for the ride before I opened the door.

He walked me to my front door and rang the doorbell; Ella answered and smiled at Dylan and me. I read the look on her face and immediately shook my head.

"Sure" she mouthed to me, winking. Dylan and I said our goodbyes and Ella closed the door behind us.

"So" she said with an excited look on her face "you and Dylan?"

"No" I growled at her "he just helped me get home"

"Sure" she said again "did you help you with anything else?" she gestured to my blouse, I looked down and realised I hadn't buttoned them up probably, plus, to make it worse, my bra strap was loose and hanging off my shoulder.

Wow...she thinks I...gross! And with Dylan! Excuse me while I puke.

Ella winked at me and whispered "It's okay, I won't tell mum. You're at a legal age anyway"

I stared at her. Are you freaking kidding me!

Oh wow, this night just keeps getting better.