Max POV
After I told my friends about last night, they all hugged me real tight and kept telling me how happy they were for me. Fang hadn't gotten here yet. Twenty minutes before the first period started. Iggy and Sam even hugged me.
"If he hurts you, I'm gonna beat the crap outta him," said my brother. Sam agreed. Sam's like a brother to me, so he has the same feelings Ig has. Just then, I felt two strong, calloused hands cover my eyes. I smiled, knowing who it is.
"Guess who?" whispered the voice I love into my ear, and nibble it gently. I sighed only so he could he hear.
"Is it…Dylan? The best guy in the whole world?" I teased. I heard him growl.
"Not even close," he said.
"Oh well...I guess I'm gonna have to settle for Fang," I said. He bit into my neck, making me yelp softly and turn around. Fang stood there, in his black outfit and real dark shades. He smiled at me, took them off and pulled me to him. I pecked his lips and his cheek. Fang kissed my forehead and pulled something from behind him.
It was a blood-red rose. He gave it to me, making Nudge and JJ sigh dreamily. I blushed, smiled and took it. I smelled it and pecked his cheek again. He tilted my chin up and kissed me for five seconds before pulling away, thanks to the guys' groans. Fang smirked at them and intertwined his fingers through mine.
"Thank you," I told him. He smiled and tucked a loose strand of my dirty-blonde hair behind my ear.
"Anything for you," he responded. The six of us headed to our first class. After we took our seats, Fang never let go of my hand for the rest of the class.
Line skip to later that day…
Max POV
Today, we had band practice. We've practiced the second song. It's supposed to be an oldie song. I gotta admit, we're really good. Not to brag, or anything. We had to cut band practice short because I needed to go to baseball practice. Yeah I play. Sorry for not mentioning that earlier. Coach says I'm the best pitcher he's ever seen. I'm pretty good. Fang was gonna go see me. Mom had an emergency at the vet, Iggy and Sam were going to the skatepark, Nudge and JJ aren't really into sports(only ballet.)
I put on my uniform, and blue hat. Fang was driving us there.
"I really want to see how good you are," he said, taking my hand and placing it on his chest. I heard his heart beating like a thousand miles per hour. I smiled at him.
"What's your position?" he asked, parking the car.
"Pitcher, and sometimes, first base," I said.
"Nice," he said. We got out of the car, and headed to the field. I forgot to mention I played with guys.
"Yo Max!" shouted Ash, who's in second base, and threw me a baseball. I caught it and threw it back. When we got there I introduced Fang to the guys.
"So you're finally dating Max?" teased Enrique, outfield, making the guys laugh. I playfully swatted his arm. Fang smiled.
"So Fang, have you seen her play?" asked David, third base. Fang shook his head. What an answer!
"Dude, you gotta see her man! She's like the best pitcher there is, throwing at eighty-five miles per hour!" shouted Tommy, catcher, from the back. Everyone agreed. I smiled at their comment.
"Really?" asked Fang.
"Yup!" responded Ash. Just then the coach told us to run three laps around the field. After we ran, we split into two teams. I, of course, was pitching.
"Come on Max! Work your magic!" shouted Josh, the other first base. I narrowed my eyes at the batter. Enrique. He swung for practice, then got into his position. I breathed in deep and threw a curveball at him. He swung. Strike one. I kept going until strike three and he was out.
I'm not gonna go into detail, but my team won 9-4. I'm also a good batter. After practice, I saw Fang with wide eyes.
"You are amazing," he said, pulling me to him and hugging me. I thanked him and kissed his lips.
"Come on. Let's go for a walk," he said, tugging my hand. I nodded and we started walking, hand in hand across the park. We passed the playground, full of kids playing and screaming. I saw a woman burping her baby and a little girl tugging at her dress, for attention. I smiled.
We kept walking, until we stopped in front of the lake and Fang beckoned me to sit down next to him in a bench.
"So. Tell me about your dad," I said, taking my hat off. His smiled disappeared and he cleared his throat.
"He, um…he had cancer and died when I was four," he said, clenching his jaw.
"Oh. I'm sorry, I never should've-" I started, but got interrupted.
"No it's fine. I just never really…tell anyone," he murmured. I scooted closer to him and hugged him. He hugged back.
"I'm sorry," I whispered in his ear. Fan turned his head and kissed my lips. He cupped my face in his hands, as I gripped his shoulders. We tilted our heads to deepen it. I felt his tongue brush my bottom lip, asking for permission. I granted it, and our tongues battled for dominance. He won. We pulled apart after a millennium. He tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes.
"Tell me. Have you had any other boyfriends?" he asked. I felt tears spring to my eyes at the question. I pulled away. I did, but never told anyone. I nodded and looked down.
"What's wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on my knee. I sniffed and told him about the second worst thing in my life.