Do I even have to say it?
Chapter Thirty-Five
Max
I sort of fell asleep like that; on my side, in my clothes. When I woke up in the morning, I felt stiff and unhappy. I rolled out of my bed and dragged my body into the kitchen.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked groggily.
"Toast and eggs," Iggy told me. I sat down at the island.
"Cool," I said, using all my energy to keep my head from falling on the granite tabletop.
"Oh, by the way," Iggy said, flipping the eggs flawlessly, which, even though I'd seen him cook for, like, ten plus years, still kind of freaked me out.
"Uh huh?" I prompted.
"Fang and the gang showed up this morning."
My head shot up out of my hands. "What!"
"Fang, Angel, and Gazzy came in this morning," Iggy repeated. "While you were sleeping."
"They did what?" I said, but I continued before Iggy could repeat himself again. "Why didn't anyone wake me up?"
"Because we prefer to have our heads attached to our bodies," he explained. "Face it, Max. You scare us shitless."
"You suck," I informed him.
"Wow, I can almost feel your eyes burning holes in my head," he said. I assumed he guessed I was glaring daggers at him. "I can't believe how long you slept. Everyone else has been awake for hours."
I jumped. "What time is it?" I asked frantically.
"I have no clue," Iggy said.
Right, blind.
I scanned the room for a clock. I found one in front of Iggy on the stove. The bright blue numbers read 11:47am.
"Oh, my God! I can't believe I slept till noon!" I shrieked, jumping hysterically to my feet.
"Max?" a voice I hadn't heard in ages said from the living room. "Is that you?" Someone got up and walked toward the kitchen. He stepped into the kitchen and I tried to avoid his dark, mysterious eyes.
"H-hey, Fang," I said weakly. He looked at me impatiently. So, I'd been wrong. He wouldn't break up with me because I was fat. Even though that was probably a really stupid thought in the first place, anyway.
He'd break up with me because I was a total bitch.