I can't believe it. You guys ACTUALLY got me past 1000 reviews. *dies of sheer and utter happiness* THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH! And I'm really sorry for not getting this out sooner. SO hectic around here. But this chapter is UBER long…maybe that makes up for it.

And someone pointed out a mistake in the last chapter about Max's work shift. I think it's supposed to be 5am to 1pm…I think. I'm not sure though. Too lazy to check.

Hope you like this chapter…I really did work hard on it.

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My Jell-o and My Room

Upset didn't cut it. No, I wasn't upset. This…this was anger. White hot and boiling. Like, if you so much as LOOKED at me I would KILL you with a freaking murderous GRIN on my face.

No joke.

So I just laid on my bed and fumed.

Seriously, like getting kicked out of my own house wasn't bad enough. Like getting my face plastered on practically every magazine in America WASN'T ENOUGH. Ugh. I bet it was on the internet too.

I grabbed my laptop (well…Ella's laptop…that I was—ahem— borrowing) and powered it up.

Curiosity killed the cat.

It's true.

I typed "Nick Walker" into Google and instantly it suggested "Nick Walker mysterious girl".

I clicked it and a whole bunch of articles came up.

I squeezed my eyes shut. WHY DID PEOPLE LIKE TO POST PICTURES OF US KISSING?! WHY?! I had almost forgotten about it. Stupid picture.

I scrolled down to the leave a comment area:

"She's gorgeous! And lucky…" Was the one with the most likes.

"I can't believe she walked away!" Was the second.

Then they got nasty.

I slammed the top down and put it back on the floor.

It was almost six.

I growled, flopped back down and covered my face with my pillow.

I closed my eyes and waited.

I heard a knock on my door. "No!" I yelled. "You may NOT come in."

"Max, Nick is going to be here any minute," Iggy said.

"And…how does this concern me, exactly?" I yelled back. "I told you, I'm staying in here. Have fun with Nick."

"Max…" He said in a warning tone.

"And tell him to stay away from the fridge! If he eats my jell-o I WILL kill him," I added as a second thought.

He sighed. "Please come downstairs?" He asked through the door.

"Absolutely not."

"If you don't come downstairs, I WILL give him your precious jell-o," Iggy threatened.

I sat up, walked to the door, opened it and stared him down. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would Maximum," he said with as much power and scariness as he could muster. Which, sadly, wasn't much due to his lovable personality.

"In your dreams, mister. Move."

I shoved him out of the way, rushed down the stairs and marched to the kitchen, filled with purpose.

Ella was getting pizza out of the oven. Her jaw dropped when saw me. "You're actually going to be social?"

I snorted. "Haha, you're funny…no. That sounds incredibly boring. I have better things to do than hang out with F—Nick Walker."

I opened the fridge, grabbed my pack of strawberry jell-o cups then slammed the door shut. "But you have fun," I told her with a sarcastic smile. Then I marched back to the steps.

The door bell rang. "IGGY! ELLA! NUDGE! YOUR FRIEND IS HERE!"

I ran up the stairs, rushed into my room and slammed the door.

Oh yeah, I was gonna have a party. Me and my jell-o. Together. Forever.

With no Fang involved.

I grabbed my ipod touch, put it on my dock and blasted "Party in the U.S.A" by Miley Cyrus.

I was gonna PAR-TAY.

I flopped onto my bed and opened a jell-o cup. That's when I realized I didn't have a spoon.

I shrieked into my pillow. It was official. Fate actually HATED me. I turned down my happy song. The party was over. No jell-o = no party.

I sighed and hugged my pillow. Maybe he would leave. Maybe, if I paid Iggy enough, he would poison Fang and then he would end up getting SO sick that he couldn't stalk me for a month. It would give me just enough time to disappear off the face of the earth with my unicorns, leprechauns, music and jell-o. We would live happily ever after!

Oh, yeah. It was the perfect plan.

My daydreaming was interrupted by a soft knock on my bedroom door.

"If your name is Ella, Nudge, Iggy or Nick you may NOT come in," I yelled.

The knocking persisted.

"Go away!" I tried.

When it still didn't stop, I growled and marched to the door.

"I said, GO AWAY," I whispered forcefully through the door crack.

"Not gonna happen," I heard the voice whisper back. My heart leapt involuntarily. Objectively, Fang's forced-whisper voice was really sexy.

I opened the door a crack and glared at him. He looked almost identical to the last time I saw him. Gray sweatpants, messy hair…this time though, he was wearing a dark gray tee instead of a black one.

"Please let me come in?" he asked.

"Absolutely not. Why can't you go screw someone else's life—" I stopped when I felt his fingers brush some messy hair out of my eyes. He smirked a little then let his fingers linger on my cheek.

"Stop that," I said stiffly.

"Stop what?" He asked, his unbelievably dark eyes examining my hair. He pushed into my room and closed the door behind him.

My eyes widened. All I could think of was: GRAPE! GRAPE! HE WAS GOING TO GRAPE ME!

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked in my coldest tone, trying not to tremble.

The room was fairly dark. The sun had been shining earlier but now it was cloudy, like the sky was promising a pour and my lights were off.

When he didn't answer, I tried pushing past him to open the door. He gently grabbed my arm and trapped me against the door. He stepped closer, laced his fingers through mine and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

I was reminded of that moment in the club, when he asked me if I wanted a drink and if I wanted to dance. His smell and same cocky attitude. The same way his eyes shone.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"Just relax, Max," he whispered into my ear.

Oh yeah, like that was going to happen. He was only a centimeter away from me! He was only going to GRAPE me.

Oh, my God…

"If you relax, I'll let you go," he whispered.

I gasped again, trying to breathe and failing. "Promise?" I croaked.

I felt him nod. "Promise."

I tried not to think about how close we were. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to relax.

He laughed softly. "You're still really tense, Max."

I scoffed and tried to break away. "Well, maybe it's because you're in my freaking space bubble!" I told him.

I tried to look up but ducked my head down again when I saw how close our faces were.

He squeezed my hands tight so I couldn't leave. "Try again," he told me.

I sighed then took another deep breath, letting it out slowly, relaxing all the way. I bit my lip. We were touching now and I could practically feel him smiling. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight.

"Good." He pressed his lips to my neck once then stepped back. "Better?"

"Maybe," I muttered. "Ugh," I shivered. "Do you always do that to people?" I asked, rubbing my bare arms.

"Hug people to get them to calm down?" He asked with a smile. "Yeah."

I huffed and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm down.

No graping. Yeah. Okay. This is good. Breathe, Max, breathe.

"Come on, Max, please come downstairs?"

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh."

"Why?" He demanded. "Why is it SO hard for you to hang out with me?"

I gasped. "EXCUSE ME! You are the one who pretty much RUINED my life. No one knew who I was until YOU came along, asked me to DOUGIE on stage and then KISSED me in front of paparazzi, landing me AND you on the cover of every single magazine cover in America AND the U.K. Because of you I lost my freaking CAR. And…and…" I was about to mention getting kicked out of my home but thought better of it. "And my insurance and my PEACE and QUIET. Ever since you laid eyes on me, my life has been absolutely UPSIDE DOWN. And you have the AUDACITY to say, "why is it so hard for you to hang out with me". Good God."

He looked ready to flip me off. He ran his fingers through his hair and blow out a breath.

I folded my arms across my chest and waited for him to blow.

H sighed instead. "Look, Max…I'll get you a car, okay? I'll pay for your insurance. And I'm sorry for asking you to dougie and I'm sorry I kissed you and I'm sorry the paparazzi saw us and I'm sorry I've made your life crazy. I really am. Can we please be friends now?"

I raised my eyebrows. Nick Walker was APOLOGIZING? And offering me a CAR?

I bit my lip. "What does that phrase imply?"

He looked dumbfounded for a second. "Like...hanging out. Catching a movie. Texting. You NOT slamming doors in my face."

"What about paparazzi?"

"What about the paparazzi?" He asked.

"I don't know if I can be friends with someone who's always under the limelight," I said bluntly.

He hesitated. "I can't…I can't promise you anything, Max. But I can try to keep our friendship under the radar."

I didn't reply.

"So what do you say?" He asked hopefully.

I felt like my head was about to blow up. I had two voices telling me two different things.

Max. This guy practically ruined your life. Will one car fix all the things he did? The answer is easy. Say no. Duh.

MAX! SAY YES! Do you seriously want to fight like this every single day? Just say yes. BESIDES! He's offering a CAR! AND INSURANCE!

"I—I…" I could NOT believe I was saying this. "I guess. I mean…you'll seriously get me a car?"

He nodded. "We can pick it out together if you want."

I nodded. "Sure. Yeah."

He grinned. "So…friends?" He stuck out a hand.

I ignored the gesture and flicked his forehead. "Friends."

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