Hey grammar nazi! I am twelve and I do text a lot. Don't diss my spelling skills, diss my retarded old phone!

Anyway, thanks for the reviews! I'm so happy you are so excited about my story. I realize it's not the best, and it doesn't have a great plot, but thanks for being so supportive of me! I'm really happy whenever I see what you readers think.

So...third chapter

I tell Lissa the days' events, minus the part about what Fang last said on the basketball court and how he never liked Lissa. That would hurt her heart even more.

I had agreed to a date on the weekend. I gave him my number and everything.
I'm still surprised he would reveal so much, though.

Loving me since fifth grade? Gosh, that was crazy.

I'm sure where he would take me, but I'm sure it would be cool. He seems pretty chill and awesome, but now I hated his friend Iggy. Lissa's my best friend, for god's sake! He couldn't Have pranked Lissa. Everyone adored Lissa, no matter how many boys she hurt. I sigh as I watch my friend act like a little girl in toy shop while she's smelling perfumes.

I smile fondly.

How am I friends with her?

I groan as I see how long we've been at the mall. Three hours! Why did I agree to come shopping with her again?

I want to keep Fang off my mind.
Fang...Fang...Fang.

OK, I see why Lissa fell for him. He's tall, not too bad looking-I admit, he's gorgeous, much better looking than lots of guys at school-he's not a loser-ish player from what I can tell so far, and he's nice. He doesn't treat girls like they're 'things'. He treats them like they're humans, like they're equals to males.

That's what I look for in a guy.

Lissa drags me in to another store. "Can I go buy Vans?"I interrupt, rolling my eyes when I see Forever 21.

Lissa motions for me to go away. "Just saw an adorable guy over...OK, meet back here in thirty!"she says.

I sigh, rolling my eyes.

I walk to the store, fingering the ring my dad, Jeb, gave me the day he left and never came back.

Most people would believe that something your father who left you would be bad and lame and just not right to wear.

Wouldn't you want to keep a part of him from disappearing? When I was young, holding the ring made me feel like I could keep him here, home. I could pull on those funny ties he wore that had little elaborate patterns.

In truth, I miss him. He was my father. He had left. I wonder why he did. Was I such a horrible child? Did I act like an evil girl? What about Nudge? Nudge is an angel, and I believe it was my fault he left.

There's another side. Normal parents wouldn't leave, no matter how annoying or evil their kid is.

Jeb left us for someone else. He has another family. When he called and told us a YEAR after he left, I threw the phone at the wall, breaking it. I was horribly angry.

Lissa helped me through it. Every year, no matter how depressed I was, she came over and cheered me up, pulled me on my feet again. She helped me become strong again.

Why would I ask for a better friend than that? There are no better friends.

When I think of Jeb, I think of evil. Then there's my mom, Anne. She's so sweet and amazing, but she's so busy. She's a realtor agent (A/N: ya I know in the books she's an FBI agent). Anne is the best. She bakes cookies, smiles at us, hugs us, compliments Nudge's new drastic and 'fabulous' outfit of the day. She could've launched into depression when Jeb left but she didn't. That's why I never blame my mom for making Jeb leave. It's all his fault.

I walk into the Vans store, grinning. There's a variety of shoes. I glance at the new display of Vans with superman shoes.

I decide to call out to my friend who works here. "J.J.! I'm here!"I call out. Not hearing the light and cheery voice of the brown-haired girl, I hear a deep voice reply,"J.J.'s not here. I'm Nick."

I gulp as he walks forward. "You work here?"I asked.

He shrugs. "Just got hired."

My eyes glance over what he's wearing. I burst out laughing.

I fall to the floor, tears in my eyes. "Oh god..."

Instead of his normal black clothing, he's wearing a neon pink shirt that says 'You hurt my eyes, too' paired with sagging white jeans, a smiley face belt, and a very broad strip of pink boxer.

"You look...so...gay..."I say between laughs.
Fang shoots me a death glare, arms folded. I pull out my phone and snap pictures of him.

He lunges forward and reaches for my phone, but I twirl it out of reach.

While holding him away, I send the picture to my entire contact list.
I laugh and drop my phone. I immediately start getting replies.

Dylan: WTF? Fang, won't happened to ur manliness?

Lissa: OMG, LOL

Tessa: haha, fang you're in touch w/ ur feminine side

Nudge: is that FANG MARTINEZ?! THE FOOTBALL JOCK?

Fang stands above me, glaring. He punches my shoulder. I roll my eyes.

"Gosh, you're a gentleman,"I comment.

He quickly picks up my phone and texts something.

"Hey!"I cry.

I lunge forward, but he leans backwards. Even though I'm skinny, I'm heavy. He topples backwards, losing his balance. I collapse onto him, staring into his dark eyes.

At point blank, I realize just how perfect and beautiful that face of his is. I realize why Lissa fell for him.

Short and all, but I hope you liked it :)