Ready for some Eggy heartbreak? Well, you're going to get some…

Ch. 15:

3rd Person POV

He strode over to Ella confidently, with an ease he didn't truly feel and only learned to master through rigorous training on how to be Danny Zuko. Of course, he didn't have the way with women Danny Zuko had, nor did he have the flawless looks. He was strong, sure, but also quite lanky and his strawberry-blond locks never seemed to want to stay in place.

"And so he was, like, completely perfect! So much better than Fang will ever be, I mean, come on, what is with that stupid name, Fang?" Ella asked and her minions scoffed on cue, agreeing. "But this guy, he was awesome, girls. He had a sense of humor and- oh! He ran off before we could kiss, but I could just tell he was the type that's a good kisser." Iggy overheard her ranting to her minions as he approached her. He unknowingly smiled at her boasting on his accord.

He came up behind her lawn chair and began sweating out of nerves. He wiped his hands on his pants multiple times before actually speaking.

"Um, hi Ella."

"Yes?" She asked, eyeing Iggy with disgust. Not that it deterred him any.

"I just wanted to tell you… I'm, well, uh… I'm your mystery guy. I was at the party and we talked and I-I'm the one you're looking for." He concluded.

The minions began snickering uncontrollably. This was the guy Ella had bragged about?

Ella began to sneer with a face Iggy didn't recognize. This wasn't the girl who had played Belle in their Beauty and the Beast production in second grade. This wasn't the girl who chased him and threatened cooties on the playground. This was the girl who sneered at Max and all his friends. This was the girl he had neglected to see for 11 years.

"Listen, Drama Dweeb," She said in a soothing tone, "I know you want me, let's face it: Most guys do. But that doesn't mean you can just pretend to be my guy," Her voice turned harsh. "Sure, you can act a little, but you're just so… you. No matter how much you act, it'll still be disdainfully obvious that you aren't the guy. Now, leave, and let's see, never talk to me again." She finished, smirking evilly. The minions burst out in hysterical laughter, and soon Ella joined in.

Iggy turned, stunned by the full impact of learning his long-time crush was an evil witch. He walked back to Max, trying hard not to hang his head in shame. Max knew. Max had always warned him, yet he didn't listen.

"Iggy, I-" She began, most likely about to 'I told you so' him. He held his hand up with as much attitude as he could manage.

"Save it, Max. I'm not in the mood for an 'I told you so' right now. But you can't forget the fact, Max. Now it's your turn." Iggy turned, leaving himself to his thoughts. His heart had just been broken by Ella Martinez, but that wasn't what scared him. What scared him was the fact that though he was shocked, it didn't hurt at all. And now that Ella was done blinding him, thoughts of another girl began to raid his mind…

Brigid was absolutely ecstatic she had the day free from Lissa today. Because although they were twins, Brigid got tired of hanging out with that air-headed bimbo. Sure, their personalities were alike, but at least she had some intelligence- in fact, she managed to maintain all A's.

"Max!" Brigid yelled into the intercom, for she was desperately craving a sandwich at the moment. When she was met with no reply, she muttered resentfully to herself and trudged her way to Max's room.

She didn't bother to knock because it was Max. To her, Max's feelings meant less than zero.

The room was empty and Brigid huffed a sigh of annoyance. She was about to leave when she noticed a chat open on Max's computer. She knew Max had friends, but wasn't aware until now that Max was tech savvy enough to actually chat. Curiosity got to her and she rolled in Max's wheel-y chair up to the computer.

CladInBlack: Lost?

ILostIt…Again: Hi, Fang.

CladInBlack: You're really talking to me.

ILostIt…Again: Yeah.

CladInBlack: Change in heart?

ILostIt…Again: You could say that.

CladInBlack: I just got a chance to be accepted into USC. My dad's practically celebrating my victory already.

ILostIt…Again: Did you get your Stanford letter yet?

CladInBlack: It came yesterday. Accepted. I don't know if I can tell my dad no, though. Any advice?

ILostIt…Again: You can do what you feel like. It's up to you.

CladInBlack: You really don't care if I come with you or not?

ILostIt…Again: You wouldn't be coming with me. I was rejected.

CladInBlack: What?

ILostIt: You heard me. Please don't make me type that again.

CladInBlack: That's crazy. How could they not accept you? You'd be their model student.

ILostIt…Again: You don't even know who I am. How would you know I'd be their model student?

CladInBlack: I can just tell. Anyway, I need to go, sadly. My mom is calling me to dinner. Talk to you later?

ILostIt…Again: Goodbye, Fang.

Brigid all but fainted reading their old online conversation. Max was chatting with Fang? Max was Fang's Cinderella? It was… it was… no. It was impossible; Max had been cleaning that night. But this was Max, she must've found some way around it.

Brigid began scrolling through more and more old chats, thus learning more and more about Max and Fang. They had been chatting for some time now, constantly flirting in their chats.

Brigid had the idea initially to take the information and claim to be Lost, but then came to realization she couldn't. Both she and Lissa had already taken their shots at pretending to be Cinderella, and they had both failed miserably. He would suspect something. However, another idea did come upon her. It was sure to put Max back in her place, show her that she wasn't worth the interest of the Fang Walker.

With those thoughts in mind, Brigid began dialing the number of one Miss Ella Martinez.

Oh my gosh! Suspense…

~Cake.