Hello there! Welcome to chapter 45! This story has gotten so far and I would like to thank you all for supporting me all the way through! It has been a great experience, even though I know I will write another FanFic eventually, I just want you all to know how much it means to me.

So, I kept meaning to write sooner but I just could not be bothereed. Plus it's been raining (and I'm camping) so it's kinda miserable so I didn't want it to show in my work.

So, please review. I need more songs and suggestionss of what you think will happen are welcome.

Suggestion of the Second: So, my friend (fanfiction name: GarryG) has recently started to write her own FanFic call "Something To Do With Music". It is great so far and I encourage you all to read it. GarryG refuses to write another chapter unless another person other than me reviews her story and excourages her to continue. So, read it and let her and I know what you think...

So! That is enough talking for the moment... On with the chapter!

MaxPOV

Guilt. That is what I was feeling as I walked home that afternoon from Zack's house. He had gotten a lot of his assignment completed, while I got nothing. I was in a daze, and he knew it. Zack had wanted to talk about our... embrace, but I had refused. I had to leave, to clear my head, to get away from him.

Guilt. That is what I was feeling when I received the third text from Fang. The others I hadn't replied to. I didn't know what to say.

Is everything ok, baby? Where were you this afternoon? How could I tell him? 'Oh, Fang. I was just at Zack's place, the guy you hate, and had a killer make-out session while you weren't there! And I wanted more, but I still care about you, so I went home'. Yeah, that would end well...

I sighed, putting my phone back into my pocket and turning a corner down an alley. I had been using this shortcut that split through the block. It was shorter to use this then go around.

The small street that wasn't even wide enough to fit a car, was over run by overflowing garbage cans, papers, and other dirty litter. It was a maze to go through but I was used to it. The ally went for at least 100 metres, so it was a fair walk.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow of a person crouching behind a close can. Trying to not looked paniced as it stood, I started to walk faster, dodging through the obtacles, staying close to the wall.

"Hey!" The guy shouted. I turned, unable to see his face, but panting as I started to jog.

"Max!" I stopped. How did he know my name. When I felt a hand on my arm, I whipped around, breathe in my throat. Alarmed, I gasped, expecting pain.

The guy's other hand started to stroke my face, moving hair behind my ear. "Max," he soothed, "you're ok now," I could feel the cocky smirk in his voice.

I pulled back out of his grasp, "get away from me, Sam,"

"Aww, come on, babe," he grinned at me. I scowled at him.

I shook my head, "I have a boyfriend, Sam,"

"He won't mind at all."

I groaned, "you are pathetic. Hell no."

I started to turn to walk away when he grabbing my shoulder, fingers digging into my skin and shocing me at the wall. I yelped in alarm.

"I will get you. You will want me. We will be together. Max," he breathed my name. I could smell the tar coming from his breathe. His teeth, that used to be gleaming white, were now stained yellow, and his tongue was no longer pink but brown.

I tried not to gag as I said, "what are you doing to yourself, Sam?"

He scowled, "none of your concern, Miss Maxy. But be warned. You will be mine, Max. Like it or not,"

He shoved my away just as my phone went off a fourth time, most likely Fang.