So. Because I'm a sociable creature, and this is my most active fanfic (I post mostly to this one). I wanted to have a little sit down with you guys. Gather round, chil'ren, gather round.
You guys may not realize but I'd love to hear ideas from you guys, or your questions! They're plenty welcome and I'll always answer them! So keeping that in mind. you all said you really liked the Fax. And because of that... I'm rather scared to try this... But I think Sam's going to turn into a jealous bird.
Hence: The Jealousy Game... Let us begin.
I lie in bed thinking about the night before. What would have happen if I had told Sam I loved him. Would the mountain's name proclaim our events?
Would I have really minded?... No that's out of the question! Sam and I would not. I wouldn't let him. It's just my teenage whoremo- excuse me... Hormones... speaking... Talk about calling MTV...
I lied under my pillow, thinking hard. When I finally got the strength to, I flipped myself over. I winced from the bright sunlight shining in through my curtains. The curtains. My mind became a pool of memories at the sight. The time I was half naked in front of him due to his chucking of rocks at my window and my idiocy and forgetting clothes. -cue blushing and tugging covers over my face-.
Maybe that was it. Maybe I did love him. My eyes then adjusted themselves to my closet. There was when Fang tried to ask me if I loved him. And I was able to communicate with him, without even talking. Just through our eyes.
Maybe that was it! Maybe I did love him. My eyes focused on the mirror which showed Fang and I's faces, smiling down upon us. I really did like him. But I really did like Sam...
You know what? Screw this shit! I was never like this before Ella shoved all that make up and crap in my face! Never! I handled my crushes in a mature and reasonable manner. By going to Ella... So that's how I got here... Ella's plans... I remember I told myself I'd regret this a while back. And I did.
That's the thing with Ella plans... I thought, They always have a way to come back and bite you in the ass.
I was mad. Completely angry. Thanksgiving break was over with in a day and I was not going back going as Miss Max. No, I'm going back as old Max. Let's just see what box acts like then. I want to see that for myself.
The next day I did just that. I showed up in jeans and wearing a baggy sweatshirt. No make up necessary and no high heels. I watched as all the girls saw me as less of a threat and smiled and waved. The guys stopped turning to look at me and instead past me to the cheerleaders.
Good. I was officially a turn off.
I ducked my head into my locker as I reached for my things.
"Hey!" I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Sam's. I turn around and see his face shift directly. He went from happy go lucky to da fuu?
"Hi!" I smiled my ever so welcoming Max smile as if I didn't know him. Because thats the kinda look he was giving me.
"Um, you look different?" He said trying to make it sound like a subtle thing.
"Thanks!" I laughed, "I got my hair done the other day. Glad you noticed."
And with that I walked past him to my next class, where I sat next to Fang. I tried to hide my face until I sat down. When I did so I heard him call my name then sit down next to me.
"Max!" He smiled. I looked up and watched for his face to change. His smile only grew.
"You look so beautiful." I had never seen Fang smile so big in his life. Ever. He was complimenting me on my knotted hair and sleepy look. I loved that.
I leaned over and hugged him, breathing a sigh of thanks into his ear.
"So..." He said while we waited for the late bell to ring, "Want to do something after school?"
I thought for a moment, then nodded, "What are you thinking?"
"Well," He started drawing out the 'l', "I was thinking movies. I know a great one."
"Yeah!" I laughed, then as the bell rang I got to work... Sleeping...
As soon as I got to Study Hall and took my seat where Sam and I usually sit. I snorted as I listened to the squealing cheerleaders as always. But I looked up to see something completely unexpected. Sam. What was he doing? Oh, nothing other then giving a girl a hicky right in front of me. Wasn't I the one he told he loved just two days before?
I cleared my throat, standing tall, "Sam?" I watched as he stopped, the squealing girl blushing and hiding her face.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Going through withdrawl?" I snorted.
He stared at me. His eyes burning angrily, "Since you were such a tease," He said, "Yeah I am."
"Tease?" I asked, twirling my hair, "Whatever would make you say that?"
"Oh stop your shit." I'd never seen this side of Sam. I'd never felt like he'd shot me in the heart before. And never had I ever wanted to hit him so badly.
"I'm sorry?" I choked. Mouth agape.
"You couldn't give me anything!" He yelled.
"Oh!" I laughed, "I see, so all you wanted out of our relationship was sexual, if what I'm hearing is correct?"
He stared at me, then I watched in his eyes as what he said to me sunk in, and what I responded.
"Max I-"
"Save it for her! She can obviously provide your 'needs'." I said using air quotes, "Don't forget to tip her!"
I stormed away as he called after me. I flipped him off and huffed outside into the court yard.
If I could just make it around to the basement of the school before he got outside. I sprinted and opened the stairway of the doors. The basement had been my spot normally during Study Hall, before Sam and I met. I didn't want to sit alone. So I didn't. I sat in the basement. With rats. I was pitiful.
I let my eyes do their water works, not wanting to argue because I knew that that would lead to obviousness that I had been crying. As the tears dried away I stood there and paced the quiet room. I didn't need this drama in my life. I didn't need drama. I didn't need Sam!
I stormed up the stairs and opened the door, slamming it. As I walked past Sam I purposely hit him with my shoulder.
"Max..." He turned around grabbing my shoulder.
"Sam. Let go." I said, trying to tug away but his hand was grasping tightly to me.
"Max, listen to me." He pried.
"Sam! Let go of me!" I tugged and he did. I bolted away and ran smack into Iggy.
"Hey sunshine!" He chuckled, seeing me freshly shining with tears eyes.
"Hey asshole." I would not cry in front of him. I would not cry in front of him. I would not cry in front of him. Suddenly Ella and Nudge burst out of a door at the sound of the bell.
"Max!" They smiled. Then the look on my face hit them like a ton of bricks.
"Max... What hap-" Nudge began, but I shoved past them and into Calculus, pulling my hoodie over my eyes.
"Max..." Fang began, looking at me. Is it that obvious to tell when I'm upset.
"Do not ask." I said.
"I can't ask what movie you want to see?" Fang said.
"Um..." I pulled my hoodie just a small bit above one eye, glancing at the times and movies.
"Rise of the Guardians of course!" I beamed from under the hoodie. Kidding around.
"Okay!" He beamed back. "Rise of the Guardians it is then."
I sat there, lying my head on my table. Maybe... Maybe this is love. I hope so.
After school I walked out with Fang and he carried my books and my back pack. I laughed and wold make fun saying he could always carry one on the front and one on the back. He could be the pregnant hunchback of Notre Dame.
"Oh, shut up!" He laughed, and poked my side making me squirm and laugh.
I looked over to see Sam walking to his car as well. I avoided eye contact but for some reason felt need to move closer to Fang. I wasn't sure whether it was to prove a point or to feel safer, but what ever it did, it brought a look of pure envy to Sam's face. That was just what I wanted.
Fang tossed our bags into his car and spun around to me.
"I really hope you don't mind me, but you have something on your lips!" He said then he leaned over and kissed me. I almost snorted but separating ourselves felt impossible as we stood there. I felt something painful strike my back and pulled away to see what it was, only to realize it was a rock that bounced off from a car.
"Hm... I got that thing off though." Fang smiled.
"Oh, look! Mr. Hilarious!" I elbowed him and we laughed.
This would have been a filler if it hadn't come to Sam and him being a jerk. Sam, I ask of you to stop acting like a girl!
Me: Hey Sam! Where'd you get that skirt?
Sam: It was my mom's from the 80's!
Me: Vintage so adorable... That is the ugliest skirt I've ever seen.
Sam: D: