Best friends with Mr. Supermodel

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I try to write my story kind of based on the real series, so there is gonna be FISSA.

Yes I know, the worst couple on earth. I'm sorry, but not much.

There will be FAX in between just like in the books.

MAX POV

"Fang, you'll never guess what happened today at school."

Fang raised his eyebrows, his gesture to tell me.

"We had a student teacher today."

Fang burst out laughing, and it was music to my ears. I couldn't help but laugh along.

All too soon, his laughter died down,

"Tell me about this student teacher. Brain? Attitude? Looks?"

I pictured Sam and immediately got a warm feeling inside of me, "His name is Sam. Somehow we clicked really easily, and he seems pretty knowledgeable. As for looks…he's not bad looking."

Fang smirked, "Cute?"

I playfully slapped his arm. The word cute doesn't seem to fit Fang's vocabulary.

"Yes he's cute."

Fang's midnight black eyes locked with mine, and he half-smiled.

A fuzzy tingling feeling spread throughout me, and before I could stop myself, I hugged Fang.

His manly cologne engulfed me as I rested my head on his chest.

Fang gently pressed his lips on top of my head and whispered,

"Do your homework."

Reluctantly, I pulled away from him. My heart squeezed and butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

"Best friends," I called out to him.

"Forever," Fang replied.

He began to walk out of my room when I spotted a piece of paper sticking out of his backpocket.

"What's that piece of paper?"

Fang's eyes widened for a moment,

"Do your homework Max," he said as he quickly left my room.

FANG'S POV

Once out of Max's sight, I snuck a peek at the piece of paper in my backpocket.

"CALL ME 123-321 xoxo Lissa"

Crap…that was a close call.

Sighing out loud I thought, if Max had read this I would be dead. My whole 'Sam' cover would have been blown.

Oh, and did I mention she'd probably kill me?

I shoved the paper into my backpack and went downstairs to check on the mail.

"Hi Fang!" Ella greeted me.

I nodded at her and realized she was reading the latest magazine featuring me.

Ella smiled and handed it to me, and on the front cover was a blown up picture of Bridgett and I kissing.

"Where's Iggy?" Ella slyly asked me.

"Probably at my house."

Frankly, I didn't give a crap about Iggy. My heart tugged to back when Iggy and I were inseparable.

I shook my head clear and flipped through the magazine.

The magazine got all the facts wrong.

Bridgett and I weren't dating, we didn't sleep with each other, and I've never said that I loved her.

Horrified, I threw the magazine down on the table.

Stupid paparazzi! I don't even like Bridgett!

"I talked to Iggy today…" Ella cautiously continued.

I rolled my eyes and raised my eyebrows.

"He doesn't seem like a douche," she said defensively, "Iggy's actually really sweet."

"Womanizer." I replied.

Ella's face crumpled instantly and she looked like she was going to cry.

I wanted to tell her sorry, but it got caught in my throat. Iggy doesn't deserve a good girl like Ella.

I'm just protecting Ella.

Just then, Max came bounding down the stairs. She took one look at the magazine on the table and one look at Ella's face.

Max's pretty features darkened into a murderous look.

"I heard what you said about Iggy."

She grabbed the magazine and threw it at my face.

"Like your any better? Take a good look at the cover, Fang. LOOK AT IT." Max screamed.

My heart constricted, and I wanted to hug Max and kiss her on the head, but no.

I just silently stood there, masking all of my emotions.

Max came over and pushed me hard,

"Don't make my sister upset."

I stumbled a few steps and pushed Max back.

"Don't tell me what to do," I replied.

Ella's face filled with horror and she quickly scuttled out of the living room.

Max's face filled with rage as I pushed her, and she fell on to the ground.

"You say you're different. You say that you're not a player. You say everything, but I can't seem to trust you can I?" She spat and lifted herself off the ground.

Her voice raised even louder,

"You promised me you wouldn't change!"

Max punched me in the chest,

"YOU PROMISED!" she shrieked.

My heart almost broke to pieces seeing her in this state, and it's all my fault.

The other side of me wanted to be all mean back.

"Don't punch me," I growled and grabbed her wrist.

She twisted trying to get out of my grasp.

"Let go," she hissed.

"I can do anything I want. You're not my mom."

"Why her!?" Max cried out.

I assumed she meant Bridgett.

"She's so girly!" Max yelled, "You're the dirty filthy player!"

I glared at her. While most people would cower under my glare, Max would not.

"Am I not girly enough? Answer me you douche!"

I seethed and let go of her wrist, sending Max toppling over on the couch.

"You're girly enough," my mouth moved on its own accord.

Too angry, I went into my bedroom and slammed the door shut.

I ripped open my backpack and grabbed Lissa's note.

"Hey this is Sam," I texted her.

Before I could think this through, Lissa replied,

"hi sexy, doing anything special tonight?"

I quietly opened Max's door and saw her laying on her bed. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts and staring at a photo of us together when we were little.

Max's head quickly swiveled around to stare at me.

I noticed her eyes were a bit red and puffy.

"I might go out for a litt-" I started.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Max screamed and slammed the door in my face.

That did it.

I don't need permission from her… Mom.

My fingers flew across my phone as I responded to Lissa"

"No, nothing special. Let's meet up."

~Last part is based on SCHOOL's OUT FOREVER~

So what do you think?

Pretty good along the actual book's storyline when Max and Fang got in a fight over Fang kissing Lissa.

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