CHAPTER 3
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MAX POV
I slowly descended the stairs, unsure of what Fang would think of me. Would he like it? Would he think I was hot? Would he think I looked bad? Alright Max, stop thinking about that. You do not like him. You do not like him.
Or don't you? a small part of my mind asked. I don't! I mentally responded. Pssh, me, having a conversation with myself in my head? Noo…
When Fang saw me, his jaw dropped. I smiled shyly. As I walked past him, I whispered in his ear: "Close your mouth. You'll catch flies," and shut his mouth with my hand, grinning to myself when I saw him shiver. He just stood there, frozen with shock, as I walked into the next room where Nudge, JJ, and Ella were waiting.
"Sooooo? What happened?" asked JJ. I smiled.
"He was staring at me. A lot."
They all squealed with excitement. Jeez, what is it with them and their squealing? "He totally likes you!"
"Right, right," I muttered. I still very much doubted it.
"Come on! You should go talk to him!" Ella told me.
"No way! It was bad enough you had to give me a makeover! No way am I going to go show it to him!"
"You already did! Just go down there and talk to him!"
I finally gave in and decided I would. This was going to be soooooo awkward. I went downstairs into the living room, where I thought Fang would be. I was right. He was sitting there on the couch, looking uncomfortable. Probably from what just happened. I went over and sat down next to him.
"Hey," I said, looking away from him.
"Hey," he said softly. "You look great."
"Really? Thanks," I said, surprised at his compliment.
"Um, do you mind if I invite Lissa over?"
I was a bit taken aback. You are not jealous, you are not jealous…
"Uh, sure, I guess," I replied.
"Thanks, I owe you," he said, giving me his signature half-smile. He whipped out his phone and texted her. I wasn't all that happy with it, but whatever. I would just have to deal. "She'll be over in fifteen minutes."
"Whatever." I left the living room and returned to Nudge, JJ, and Ella. "His girlfriend is coming over."
All of their faces fell. "Girlfriend?" Nudge asked.
"Well, duh," I said, "He's hot." Oh crap, I did NOT just say that out loud! I'm screwed.
Ella raised her eyebrows. "Hot? Why Max, why did you not share this very important little personal opinion with us earlier?"
Just then, the doorbell rang. God must've taken pity on me. I went over and opened it.
"Fangy-poo!" yelled a high, nasally voice that made my head hurt instantly. The voice belonged to a short girl with bright red hair and green eyes, and freckles all over her face. She was wearing a shirt that showed off almost all of her of cleavage, and a skirt that barely covered her ass. Total slut.
Fang came over and sighed, so quietly I almost didn't hear him. I was sure Lissa didn't, since she seemed pretty oblivious to everything else going on in the room. "Hey, Lissa," he said. Well, he obviously didn't like her much. I couldn't help feeling a hint of satisfaction and relief. NO! BAD MAX! YOU DON'T CARE WHO HE LIKES! YOU DON'T LIKE HIM LIKE THAT!
I blame the hormones.
"Max? Max?" I faintly heard someone say, breaking me out of my stupor.
"Wha?" was my genius reply.
Fang was standing in front of me, waving his hand in front of my face. He rolled his eyes. Ella, JJ, and Nudge were standing behind him, all smirking at me.
"Max, we were just asking you if you wanted to come join us while we watch movies, but you were zoned out," Ella informed me.
"Oh, yea. Okay," I said. We walked into the (very large) living room, and Nudge and JJ went over to pick a DVD.
"Max, can we pleaseeeeee watch Twilight?" asked Nudge hopefully, even though she already knew what the answer would be.
"NO!"
She pouted. "You're no fun, Max."
I snorted. "Whatever."
"Can we watch the first Harry Potter (Love that movie!) then?" asked JJ.
I relaxed. "Sure."
Fang shot me a grateful glance, since I probably just saved him from watching Twilight. I smirked at him. That boy so owes me. I popped the DVD into the player and pressed play. We all piled onto the huge couch, me sandwiched between Fang and Ella.
I turned to my left and whispered to Fang, "Fang, since you invited Lissa over, can I invite Dylan over?"
"Whatever," he replied, completely enthralled with the movie. I made a mental note to laugh at him for it later. Surprised at my behavior? You shouldn't be.
I sent Dylan a quick text saying, hey. at my house, watchin a movie. you wanna come?
He texted back: sure. be there in a few.
I shut my phone and continued watching the movie. I'd seen it a million times though, so I wasn't really paying attention to going on. About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I immediately jumped up and said, "I'll get it!"
Nudge giggled. "Jeez, Max, why are you always so excited to get the door? You'd think someone was coming to give you a million dollars or something."
"Well, Nudge, for all you know, somebody could be coming to give me a million dollars someday. And when that day comes, I will laugh at you and rub it in your face."
"I should answer the door more often."
"Absolutely not. The million dollars is all mine."
"Guys, stop arguing over pointless things!" Ella scolded us. I stuck my tongue out at her. Childish, I know, but what can I do?
Apparently, the person at the door was getting impatient, and decided to ring the doorbell again. And again. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again.
"Alright, I get it!" I shouted. I ran to the door and swung it open, smiling when I saw Dylan. "Hey."
"Hey," he greeted me, stepping into my house. We walked to the living room. Dylan froze. "Who are they?" he asked, gesturing at Lissa and Fang.
"This is Fang, and that's Lissa," I told him, pointing to each one in turn. Fang nodded in that I'm-so-cool-I'll-just-nod-at-you kind of way, while Lissa stared at him. I began to grow irritated after a few minutes of silence and Lissa staring at Dylan.
"Lissa, stop staring at my boyfriend!" I said frostily.
She raise her eyebrows. "Your boyfriend?" she asked. Was she stupid or something? I nodded slowly, as if I was talking to a mentally retarded person. Which I probably was. I could've sworn I heard her mutter, "Not for long."
I let that one slide, thinking that maybe I had imagined it. Meanwhile, as I was kind of sort of talking to myself in my head, Dylan was standing with his arms crossed, shooting daggers at Fang with his eyes. Fang didn't seem to notice. Well, someone's oblivious.
"Fang, Lissa, get out."
"What?" I asked him. "You can't just order them to get out of MY house! I LIVE here, and they're my guests! They're staying!"
"Not if I say they're not," he replied.
"You have no control over this!" I shouted. I then turned to Lissa. "Lissa, you probably SHOULD leave. Fang, you can stay." He nodded. Lissa just hmphed and walked out the door. I have no idea how she balances on those heels.
"FANG IS NOT STAYING! YOU'LL CHEAT ON ME WITH HIM!" screamed Dylan.
"FIRST OF ALL, DYLAN, YOU'RE RIGHT HERE! HOW CAN I CHEAT ON YOU IF YOU'RE RIGHT HERE? SECOND OF ALL, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GO ORDERING AROUND MY FRIENDS!"
"THE ONLY BOY YOU CAN BE FRIENDS WITH IS ME! AND WHAT I SAY GOES!"
"OH NO, IT DOES NOT! YOU DON'T RUN MY LIFE DYLAN! WE'RE OVER!"
He shot me one last glare and walked out, slammed the door behind him, leaving the room in awed silence.
"So, who wants me to order a pizza?"
Hehe. I've always wanted to end a chapter like that :) Oh, and I'm running out of songs to listen to. It's horrible. But I think it would be cool if, at the end of each update, I asked you guys a question. By the way, most will probably be about music, since music is pretty much my life. So here's today's question: What's your favorite song? I promise I'll listen to whatever you guys pick and if I like it, it'll get a shout-out in the next chapter.