All you need to know is that-Wait. Did you just do what you think you did?

YOU SKIPPED AHEAD, DIDN'T YOU? Well, then. That was mean. That hurt me. That killed me. I am now dead. I just wanted to let you know I wrote the songs, cause I write that I do and you

Never.

Ever.

Ever.

Listen.

How do I know this? Because I'm getting reviews about it. It hurts that you don't red my Author's Notes. And it's cruel. Anyways, this is the chapter where Max and Fang finally meet face-to-face, in Max POV the whole of the chapter.

Chapter 3

MAX POV

I sat down in the library and smiled, closing my eyes and leaning back on my chair. Finally...The college day is over...I thought with a grin. (A/N I'm not in college, so I don't know how to write about it. Anyone who IS in college, review or pm to make my writing better!)

"This seat taken?" Ohhhhh no. Ohhhhh no. Ohhhhh heeeeeck no. I thought, eyes peeping open before scrunching shut again. Ohhhh yes...Ohhhhh yes...I thought in terror before mentally slapping myself. I'M MAXIMUM FREAKING MARTINEZ! I AM NOT LETTING THIS HAPPEN AGAIN!

"Yes. As is every seat in a ten yard perimeter from my seat." I heard him chuckle and I opened my eyes for a second to see him leaning on the desk in front of me. I relished in his smell, almost melting before mentally beating myself up. I was so busy being mental I almost didn't hear him.

"By whom?" Ooh, great grammar! AHHH! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW MAXIMUM CHARLOTTE ARCH ANNALISE MARIA MARISOLE ROSE MARTINEZ!

"People that weren't genetic mistakes that God wishes to take back or send back to h-e-double loser where they were born." I stated bluntly and he chuckled again, but I could tell he was a little pained by my comments.

WELL HE DESERVES IT THAT GOOD FOR NOTING -BEEP- -BEEP- -BEEP- (Repeat the beeps for thirty minutes...)! HE -BEEP- CHEATED ON ME WITH THAT -BEEP- -BEEP- -BEEP- (Repeat beeps for three hours...) ON OUR FREAKING ANNIVERSARY AFTER DRINKING AT A PARTY!

"Hmmm...What about genetic gods that makes all the angels drool and marvel as he walks by?" He shot back and I let a small smile peep through. That's the guy I remember...

"Where may this man be?" I teased and I opened my eyes, looking at him through my eyelashes.

"Well, you first met him in your dreams, but then he came to campus and is right in front of you to say that he missed you and was very, very sorry for being stupid because he was thinking about a bad time in his life when the girl of his dreams screamed at him and he could tell she still didn't trust him, and so he drank some root beer that was spiked and he was all emo in his room until the day said girl left when he tried to catch her before she went on the plane and then the plane took off and he hasn't seen her in what? Two years? And now he finds out she's a hit singer and is somehow more gorgeous than ever."

"Wow." I said and he looked a little hopeful. "That's too bad for him. He's still a heartbreaker, though, and that girl probably will never trust him again. Pity, ain't it?" I said icily, getting my stuff and going.

"Wait! Max!" He called and I looked back into his emotionless eyes that only I could tell were overflowing with regret and sadness and love. "Yes?" I spat.

He took a deep breath. "Mr. Caminelli says we have to sing that duet that we were going to sing on the beach that day..." He trailed off and I laughed bitterly.

"I see hanging with Maya got a little more talk into your system and a little less -BEEP-." Then my brain prosessed the words...

"WHAT?"

I charged up to Mr. C's desk and slapped my hand on it, hard, eyes blazing. "Why the freak did you tell ITthat we were to sing a love-freaking-duet on the freaking college radio?" I demanded and he flinched before speaking in strong, normal tones.

"Because you both have the emotion, the song and the talent. Now, please Max, understand that I am NOT asking you to forgive him for what he did to you, but I am asking for you to hear him out." I growled at him, eyes narrowed.

Everyone knew about us.

"I already did. And it was nothing but a -BEEP- load of -BEEP." I ground out and he sighed, taking off his reading glasses.

"Max. You ARE GOING to sing this song with him. It is one of your final grades. You need to be able to sing with someone you despise to make it in showbiz. END. OF. DISCUSSION."

I let out a sound of frustration. "Fine. But don't forget-you asked for the soap opera to come. You'd better have some popcorn ready." I threatened and stalked out to the sound of his laughter.

I screamed into my pillow as Cami and Elle walked in. "Whats wrong, Cherrie?" Elle asked in soft tones. "Yeah, we thought we heard a dying elephant in here. Wondered what you were testing the pain you were going to inflict on YOU KNOW WHO."

I heard an 'oomph!' and guessed that Elle had elbowed Cami in the stomach, making me chuckle. "It's not funny." Cami muttered and I grinned, flipping over to my side so I was facing them, elbow propping up my head as I laughed.

"It kinda is." I murmured to myself to get a gasp and a whack from a pillow in response. "OW! CAMI!" I screamed, laughing, and whacking her back, jumping off of my loft and landing on my feet.

"Oh, it's on!" I announced and we circled each other, poker faces on.

And then she attacked.

"Wrong move." I said, side stepping so that she hit Elle, who gasped as it hit her in the face before she glared down at Cami and picking up her own pillow and whacking her back.

And so the pillow fight began.

"Wow. Girls really have pillow fights? Good to know..." Oh my god...Only one guy can be that perverted...

"IGGY!" I screamed, dropping my pillow and ducking under Cami's pillow mid-hit to jump into his arms, hugging him. "I've missed you, you whizzock! How is it going with Anna? What about Gazzy and Ells? Ooh, and has Chrisy started going out with one guy for long periods of time?"

My new friends looked a little left out as I hounded Iggy with questions and I felt a twinge of guilt. They knew that they could never be as special to me as the kids here in the states. Because they might have been there for me in France after Fang, but they weren't there as I went through everything that I did.

"Oh, Cami, Elle, this is Iggy, Iggy, this is Camille and Gabrielle, my friends from Paris." I introduced, shooting the girls sorry looks. They smirked and I paled.

"Oh, so you're the infamous Iggy." They started and Iggy looked suspicous. "Ha ha!" I laughed nervously, shoving my friends out of the door. "These two are mentally insane all the Paris lights got to them...Ha ha..." I apologized, closing the door behind the protesting girls.

"So, why're you here? Isn't it still rush?" I asked, sitting next to him on my extra bunk, looking at his serious expression warily.

"We need to talk."

Oh, joy. Just what every girl wants to hear...

Not.

Hope you liked it! :D And if you didn't, talk to MRFA about that! She'd be happy to reason with you, I'm sure...

~Anna