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Chapter Thirty-Three

Max

I dropped down on my bed and screamed into my pillow. I was so sick of having to play the bad guy because I wouldn't let Fang and the kids come back. I mean, seriously. I didn't want Fang to see me now. I was all hugely fat and stuff, since I was, according to my mom, six months pregnant. Honestly, I was huge. Nudge couldn't wrap her arms around my entire waist anymore.

"Why am I so fat!" I screamed.

"Because your sharing your body with another being," Ella's voice explained from my door.

"Does anybody knock anymore!" I screamed again.

"Max, it's gonna be okay," Ella said, sitting on my bed and placing a hand on my back. I shook my head and rolled on my side.

"No it's not," I moaned. "My life sucks."

"You should call Fang," Ella decided. I sat up.

"Ella, no. I can't see him."

"Why not?"

"Because…because I can't," I explained lamely. "I'm…I'm afraid that he…he won't want to see me. He won't l-love me as much as he used to when he sees what I've…turned into."

"Max," Ella said, rubbing my side and laughing, "you're pregnant! Not a vampire! He'll feel the same about you, no matter what."

"How do you know?" I mumbled. "Maybe he only liked me when I was thin and pretty."

"You're still pretty," she said. "You're just upset because your hormones are awry."

"No, I'm upset because my boyfriend's gonna dump me because I'm fat," I corrected.

"I don't think this is even worth arguing," Ella decided, getting up. She walked toward the door, pausing when she reached it. "Call me when your sane again," she said. Then she walked out and closed the door behind her.

"My life sucks," I said to myself. First, I got myself pregnant with a Fang baby. Then I split us up. Now nobody will listen to my side.

"Max?" another voice said from my door.

"Go 'way," I mumbled.

"I just wanted to let you know that Ella and I are going to the store," Iggy told me. "Do you want anything?"

"Nooooo," I moaned.

Iggy was quiet for a minute, probably staring at me and looking confused, then he said, "Kay, whatever," and left.

I could always count on Iggy to be concerned about me.

Not.