Woot woot! Chapter two!

Okay, can we all clap for how awesome Renee's chapter was? It was pretty awesome, guys. *virtual clapping*

So, this is Ami, if you guys didn't know. And since-duh-we are co-writing this story, I get the even chapters and Renee gets the odds. So I wrote this lovely chapter, make sure to review your little butts off!

Disclaimer: If Renee or I were JP, we probably would not spend our time on Fanfiction. net. We would be, like, buying countries with our bajillionaire-money. Although, if I wrote a book, I would probably read the fanfics that people wrote for it. Would that be cool? Oh, there's a thought...

Okay, I'm babbling now. On with the story!

I turned around to see a horde of kids, boys and girls alike, charging at me at full speed. They were screaming excitedly, and there was dust clouds flowing up from their feet. My eyes widened. This couldn't be happening, this was impossible. I did the only thing I could think of. I whipped around, and sprinted in the direction of my house.

I'm as good at running as Max is, so in no time the gray cobblestones of our driveway came in sight. I turned around to see if the Crazy Society was still trying to ambush me, but they were walking and chanting my name like a group of fans.

"Maya! MAYA! MA-YA! She's so much better than Max! Yeah!"

Haha, not. This is my life, remember? So obviously I still had a horde of lunatics at my heels.

They were screaming my name, but it sounded more like they wanted to kill me than to praise me.

"MAYA!" The girl in the front screamed, pointing at me. The rumbling noise filled my ears. I struggled with the handle on our front door. Why wasn't it opening? Max had the keys, obviously. And now I was probably going to die because she refused to give them to me.

I frantically slammed my body against the door, hoping it would open. Did it? No. Did it cause some of the paint to chip off so that Mom will kill me again after I've already been killed by these maniacs? Yes.

By now, the crazy creeps were running up the driveway, trampling Mom's flowers and kicking dirt behind them. I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

Please. Please. If there is a God out there, please don't let them kill me. And please help me pass my Spanish test tomorrow if I survive.

But I had no such luck, and I knew it. I braced myself for the impact of the first body to tackle me, said my prayers, and hoped they had nachos in heaven.

Three, two, o—Oof! My breath was knocked out of me as the stampede of girls and boys took turns jumping on top of me and pummeling me to the concrete.

"Maya!" A boy shouted, pulling his fist backwards and shoving it into my stomach.

Ow, ow, ow. It hurt. Badly. I remember screaming. Again. And again. How did all of these people know my name?

"Please!" I pleaded, not sure if they could hear me. "Who are you? What did I do?"

"You know what you did," someone snarled in my ear. "You evil little Fax-slayer!" Someone slapped me. Another person ripped my hair out of its ponytail. Someone was clawing at my face with their nails. I struggled to defend myself, but who cared? There were about, um, friggin four hundred of them. And one of me. If you don't count Max, but according to everyone else, I'm just a copy of her. And where was Max? Probably making out with Fang somewhere.

"Stop." I heard someone's steely voice above the din of the Association of Crazy People Who Want to Beat Me Up for No Reason. Could that be—nah. But still, it sounded a lot like—

"FANG?" someone gasped.

Wait, was it really him? I wondered why I wasn't feeling any more punches.

They all jumped off of me at once, and I could finally breathe again. For a moment, I enjoyed the peace that came with not being squished by a bajillion crazy people.

Then the screaming started again.

"FANG! Omigosh, omigosh, omiGOSH!"

Were we talking about the same Fang here? Probably not. But still, how many people named Fang did I know?

I looked up cautiously through my swollen eyelid. And there he was. The Fang, my Fang—well, not my Fang, but the one I knew—standing there in all his manly splendor with girls squealing and throwing themselves at his feet. Even the guys were staring at him with a look of awe.

He looked a little uncomfortable. "Um, do I know you guys?"

"We're your fan base!" One girl squealed excitedly.

Fang has a fan base. Figures.

"I don't know you," he decided. They all pouted.

"But Fang, we leave gazillions of messages on your blog every day!" Another girl protested. Fang looked taken aback.

"My blog? I don't have a blog," he said, looking bemused.

"Yeah you do!" Another one shouted. They all began throwing in protests. Then one girl's eyes widened.

"Guys, I think we're in an AU," she realized. What was an AU? These people were getting crazier by the second.

"Really?" A guy asked. "Dang it, not again. Remember what happened with Lissa at Crowley High?"

They all muttered their assent. "That universe will never get their Lissa back," a little blond girl that could be Angel's twin sister muttered.

Lissa? As in Max's worst enemy?

"That explains why Fang and Maya don't have wings," a boy with dirt on his chin said. "And why Maya is clean."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wings? Were they actually clinically insane?

"Let's leave," their apparent leader decided. And then they were gone as quick as they had come.

"Don't worry, Fangy! We'll be back!" A redhead shouted over her shoulder. "Oh, and we haven't forgotten about you either," she added, glaring at me.

I shivered.

I don't know how it happened, but suddenly Fang was standing over me.

"You okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.

Oh my gosh. Fang was talking to me. To me. When was the last time that had happened? Right, never.

"Just a few scratches," I said suavely, shaking out my hair and leaping to my feet gracefully.

Right. I wish. I sounded more like a cat choking when I managed to squeak out my meek little "yeah."

But suddenly, he was looking at me. Really looking. It was one of those romantic moments where you just stare into each other's eyes and the universe shifts a little and you suddenly you realize how much you love this person.

Ha. No. I just kind of stared up at him and wondered why he wasn't budging until I noticed the outstretched hand he was waiting for me to take. And that his staring into my eyes was just him looking at me weird because I wasn't getting up.

I grabbed his hand all too willingly and hauled myself up.

Ohmigosh. I just touched Fang.

Hehe.

"Why are you here?" I asked. It came out a little harsher than I intended.

He shrugged. "I left my sweatshirt here. I was going to go meet Max at the mall."

The mall? Max despised the mall. Eh, whatever. Fang was talking to me.

"Well, bye," he abruptly said before walking away.

Dang it. I didn't even get the chance to seduce him.

"Whoa. What happened to you?"

"Nothing." I glared at Sam. Was it really that obvious? I suppose the black eye might have been a little bit of a giveaway.

He snickered. "Right." He poked my arm, and I yelped.

"What was that for?" I protested. Why would he jab my poor little arm like that?

"I just poked you," he said. "So, what happened?"

"I got ambushed by this mob that seemed intent on killing me," I admitted with a sigh.

He snickered again. "Right," he repeated. "What really happened?"

"But that's it," I said, incredulous. Why didn't he believe me?

"No, it's not. Seriously, Maya, what happened?" He sounded concerned now.

"But that's what happened. That's the truth," I repeated.

He eyed me wearily, as if questioning my sanity. "I'm going to find out sooner or later," he informed me. "I've got German now. Good luck with your Spanish test. See you at lunch?"

"Yup," I said, with a sinking feeling. He didn't believe me. A new problem: my credibility. If no one believed me, those crazy creepers could ambush me however many times they wanted and not get caught.

I trudged to Spanish class.

Oh, damn it! My Spanish test!

Well haha, Maya. It's your fault for being an evil little Fax-slayer.

Anyways, how did you guys like the chapter? More torture for Maya coming up next. Drama, romance, and shocking revelations... oooh. (Although Fax always prevails. Y'all should know that by now.)

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~AmiRide and Renee135