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TODAY IS THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THIS STORY! :D Are you as excited as I am?

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Oh please excuse the horribleness of this chapter.. I was in a hurry...

CH… I don't even know anymore… That's sad..

Max's POV

As much as I desperately wanted to ignore the fact it bothered me that Lissa and Fang were going to prom together, I just couldn't. The thought just kept eating away at me, torturing me as thoughts of her claws wrapped around his neck and his hands on her hooker clad waist continued to cloud my mind causing my fists to clinch as Mr. Howel continued to talk to the class about our final projects.

I must have accidently growled under my breath, because the two students next to me eyed me cautiously - reason being for their own safety or the possible level of my sanity I'm not sure- as they scooted their chairs farther away from me, with worried looks on their faces.

Mr. Howel raise an eyebrow at me, as he took a moment to slide his small framed glasses up the bridge of his nose, before he continued addressing the class, but I was far too gone to be paying the lightest bit of attention. Despite this being my favorite class, I couldn't think of anything except for Lissa practically dry humping Fang as he agreed to go to prom with her.

I mean what kind of person does that, in public no less. Dirty hoe-bags, that's who.

"Max. Hey, Max. I know you love my class and all, but the bell rang." Mr. Howel's voice snapped me out of my somewhat disturbed thoughts.

"Oh," I stated, as I started to gather my notebooks and shoved them into my messenger bag, "Ya, sorry."

Mr. Howel furled his eyebrows at me, obviously expecting a more sarcastic or witty reply, one that was more Maximum Ride like.

"Max, is there something on your mind that's bothering you? You seemed distracted today in class," His tone became serious as he went into "Concerned teacher mode".

"Ya, I know, I'm sorry, I have a lot on my mind."

He leaned against the edge of my desk as he folded his arms against his chest, "Max, is there anything you want to talk about? You know you can always talk to me. I'm not going to give you the shit talk every teacher gives you about caring. I truly do care, and I'm here if you need me," he stated sincerely as he watched me curiously.

I smirked, "Ya I know Mr. H. I'm just, stressed a little. I'm a bit worried about my project." I offered, not willing to let anyone know what was truly bothering me.

"Seriously? Max, you are one of my best students, you always excel when it comes to projects like this," He stated incredulously, "Here, how about you come in at lunch tomorrow and play me your song. I'll give you my input then you will have time to tweak it before the end of the day when it's due. Ok?"

I offered him a small smile as I nodded to him, inwardly cringing at the thought of playing a song that revealed so many of my true feelings, but I was just going to have to tough it out.

"Alright then, I'll see you at lunch tomorrow. Oh. And tell your mom I like any type of sandwich, and cookies for desert please. Oh, and tell her to pack two juice boxes, I'm not twelve anymore you know?" He teased.

"Ha! Like I'm sharing my cookies with you." I playfully rolled my eyes as he pouted.

"This just proves how unappreciated us teachers are. We are so dedicated in helping our students succeed that we give up our whole lunch period to help them and no thanks in return. I knew I should have become a fire fighter, look how much praise they get. I bet they get more ass than us too." He teased as he dramatically huffed.

"Everyone gets more ass than you."

He gaped at me in mock hurt before he nodded and muttered, "Ya, that's probably true."

I smirked and shook my head before gathering my things.

"Good bye Mr. Howel. See you tomorrow."

"Bye Max."

I smiled as walked out the door, trying my best to mask my true feelings.

I guess I've been hanging around Fang too long.

~Break~

The next day went by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was lunch time.

Reluctantly, I dragged my feet as I headed to Mr. Howel's room with my guitar.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I opened the door.

Mr. Howel glanced up at me from his computer and smiled before rolling his chair back away from the monitor.

"On those on-line dating services again Mr. H? I thought we talked about this, no one wants to date a thirty-one year old teacher still living with his mom." I teased as I set my guitar down on the floor.

"Ha-ha, very funny Max. You know I don't roll like that. Plus, I haven't lived with my mom since I was eighteen so STFU."

I laughed as he crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive manner.

"Oh, my bad." I chuckled as I reached in my bag and pulled out a sandwich and juice box I had purposely packed for Mr. Howel.

I chucked it at him as he still had his arms crossed, forcing him to think fast and catch them as they hurled towards his face. He caught them easily.

"What? Where's the cookies?"

"I ate them." I shrugged. I sat on the desk as he opened his sandwich bag.

"Max, you didn't have to pack me lunch you know. I was just kidding." I said sincerely as he took a bite.

"I know, but knowing you, you'd complain all lunch if I didn't."

"True dat." He chuckled as he took another bite.

I sat there as he ate, stalling as long as I could, before he spoke giving me a knowing smile, "You know Max, you can play while I eat, I can multitask."

I groaned as he caught on to my plan, slowly unlatching my case and pulling out my guitar.

"Max, calm down, it will be fine. I'm not going to scream or embarrass you. Go ahead." He smiled at me reassuringly.

A sign of defeat left my lips as I started to tune, getting ready to play for him, "Okay."

He smiled again as I started to strum the first chord.

~Break.. Lawl.. you thought I was going to show you the song.. well I gave it away last chapter..~

Fang's POV

I walked over to our lunch table only to find Iggy and my little sister practically eating each other's face.

I rolled my eyes as I sat down, clearing my throat loudly, making them aware of my presents. They broke away somewhat reluctantly, still staring into each other's eyes, ignoring me completely.

I cleared my throat again, slightly annoyed, breaking them from their trance, "Are you two done eye-fucking each other, because some of us are trying to eat here. I'm about to hurl."

I eyed them distastefully as Iggy pulled Nudge closer to him, his arm wrapped securely around her waist in a possessive yet loving manner.

I felt my jaw clench involuntarily as I watched them with a pang of jealousy.

This is what my life has come down to, I'm actually jealous of my sister and best friend. That's rich.

Iggy must have caught on to my sudden mode change, because he loosened his grip of Nudge, almost dropping his arm completely as he eyed me curiously.

He gave me a perplexed look, his eyes silently asking me if everything was alright. I gave him a small nod as I looked down at my food, suddenly losing my appetite.

"Aw, come on bro," Iggy started, attempting to lighten the mood, "Everyone loves a good eye fucking before lunch."

I forced a half smile, which came across as more of a grimace, as Nudge smacked him playfully, rolling her eyes.

"So," Nudge started giving me a sympathetic look. Oh God, here we go, "Um, where's Max? I haven't seen her lately."

I bit the inside of my cheek as I shrugged, not offering any emotion to her questions even though it was killing me inside, "Don't know. Haven't seen her either."

She gave me a knowing look, one I returned with a glare.

"Fang," She whispered, "You need to talk to her."

I huffed aggravated before shaking my head, "No."

"Fang, stop being stupid. Go. Talk. To. Her. Now." She hissed, giving me a death glare that could almost rival mine.

Again, I shook my head stubbornly.

"Fang," She warned as she started to rise from her seat, glaring at me.

"Bro," Iggy started, pulled Nudge back to her seat as she glared at him ready to object, "Go talk to her."

His look was sincere, showing me he cared and could see through my facade.

I sighed before nodding, soundlessly rising from my seat and headed out to find Max.

I searched around the courtyard in her normal hang out spots but I couldn't find her. I wandered around the buildings, keeping an eye out for her.

I managed to find myself in the music wing, a catchy tune echoing through the hallways accompanied by an almost angelic voice. A voice I would know anywhere- Max.

My heart rate sped up as I willed myself to meander closer, her voice now becoming more prominent and clearer.

I crept closer to the door, pressing my head closer to the door frame, just making out the words she was singing.

As I listened, my throat became dry, and I felt my chest begin to tighten, finding it hard to breath. I became numb as I listened to the muffled words coming from the music room.

"Tell me am I crazy or is this more than a crush… more than a crush."

My heart sank as she sang the last words; only the sound of the last chord strum ringing threw the air.

I backed away from the door slowly, the sounds of two voices were muffled in the background, but I couldn't be bothered to care what they were saying.

All that I could focus on at that moment was one simple fact, a realization that clouded my thoughts and caused my whole body to feel numb.

Max was in love with Sam and I needed to accept it.

I forced myself to swallow as I walked down the hall, defeated. I didn't even realize I had made it outside the building until I found myself standing in front of a tree, more particularly the tree Max and I used to have lunch under every day years ago.

I slumped down the trunk of the tree, the base supporting my weight as I sat there, completely and utterly numb. I was emotionless; I didn't want to feel anything anymore.

I was done.

I was done with the universe fucking with me.

Just done.

~Break. Lawl, you all hate me., BUT.. keep reading my children.. :P Swear.. that was the last misunderstanding ~

Max's POV

I let out a breath of relief as I strummed the final chord of the song, closing my eyes before mustering up enough courage to look at Mr. Howel, who was currently staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

I shifted nervously under his gaze as I pushed my guitar away from me, waiting for him to say something- anything, to break this awkward silence.

"Max," He stated in awe, "That was perfect. It was exactly what I was hoping for when I assigned this project. Your song had so much feeling and I could literally picture everything you were singing. I could feel everything you were- everything you needed to say but couldn't."

My checks heated up as he continued to compliment me.

"Max, I think you should play this at the talent show Tuesday. In fact, I'll give you fifty points extra credit and exempt you from the next two assignments. What do you say?" He asked as he looked at me with pleading eyes, a look a small child would give to his parents as he begged for a puppy. A look no one could refuse.

I sighed as I tried my best not to look at him, knowing if I did, I'd give in, "I don't know Mr. H. It's kind of personal you know?"

"Please." He begged as he gave me his own version of the Bambi eyes. Oh dear God, they are almost as bad as Angel's.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Do not look directly in his eyes- crap.

I looked.

I groaned as I looked up at him, "Fine," I mumbled as he punched the air in victory.

The little bastard.

"Sweet."

I cursed under my breath and pouted for a bit before he smirked and asked me something that had caught me off guard.

"So, who's the guy?"

My head snapped up at him, my eyes wide as he watched me with an amused look plastered on his face, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back in his rolly chair.

"I don't know what you're ta-" He cut me off with a raise of an eye brow, an expression telling me to cut the crap.

I sighed before sheepishly admitting the truth, well, not the complete truth, "Just someone I've known practically all my life. He's really important to me. Apparently my feelings have grown stronger over the years."

I blushed a little as he gave me a knowing look, obviously finding amusement from my current situation.

"So," He started leaning farther back in his chair, a smirk finding its way on his face, "Does Fang know?"

I flushed at his question, my eye going wide as I started at him in shock.

"Does Fang know what?" I asked stumbling nervously over my words, "That I like someone?"

He smirked and chuckled as he shook his head exasperatedly mumbling something under his breath.

"No, does Fang know you love him?" He asked as he continued to chuckle at my slightly horrified expression.

"What?" I all but screeched as I started to stumble over my words again, "No! I mean- I'm not- no he- but- How did you know?" I asked staring at him in shock.

"We teachers aren't as oblivious to things as you kids may think, Max." He winked as my cheeks began to heat up again, "I think you should tell him. The talent show is the perfect opportunity. Remember what I said Max? Music speaks when words cannot. Don't worry Max, if it's meant to be, it will happen. Don't sweat it."

I nodded as I swallowed hard, grabbing my guitar and heading out the door. Before I exited, I called over my shoulder, "I hope you're right," Before leaving without another word.

I headed to the storage room to set my guitar down before heading to my next class.

Tuesday, I'm going to tell him.

The universe can go screw it's self.

~Lawl.. I was going to end it here, but since it's the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THIS STORY! I thought I'd give you more. ~

When the final bell rang, signally the end of the school day and start of the weekend, I stayed behind to speak to . He kept giving me knowing looks and encouraging smiles as he continued to fill me in on the details about the talent show.

He told he I would be last to perform that night, apparently he wanted to leave an impression on everyone, and I would need to be there around 6:30 for mic-check. The show would start and seven sharp.

After he finished giving me all the needed information and eight complimentary tickets, I bid my goodbye and left, headed to collect my belongings from my locker and then my guitar from the storage room.

As I made my way through the almost silent hallways, I walked to my locker. There was hardly anyone in sight with the exception of a few stragglers who were still conversing in the halls.

As I finished putting away my binders and note, closed my locker and locked it, I started to head off down the hallway to the storage room to retrieve my guitar and head home. I walked down a few halls, just before I came to the storage room, I ran into Iggy, who was apparently waiting on Nudge.

"Hey, Iggy. What's up?" I asked as he looked up from his phone.

"Not much, just waiting on the boss lady," He winked as I chuckled. One word, whipped.

"Oh hey, Ella was looking for you. I think she thought you left her or something."

I mentally face-palmed at his words, "Oh, crap, I forgot to text her and say I would be late to the car. If you see her again tell her I'll be there in a few minutes, I just have to grab something."

"Sure thing."

I smiled again before heading off to my destination.

I wasn't really paying attention as I opened the door and flipped the light on, expecting to just grab my guitar and go, but of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Not in my life at least.

Because trust me, there are a lot of things I would except to find in the storage closet, but this, was not one of them.

I'm pretty sure my eyes bugged out of my face as I gazed at the repulsive scene in front of me, gaping as steam rolled off of me. For the scene playing out in front of me caused my blood to boil.

Sam had Lissa pined to the wall, their tongues darting down each other's throats. His shirt was discarded, thrown off on a shelf somewhere, and her well on its way to the same spot as his hands roamed up her exposed stomach flesh, dangerously close to her tissue stuffed chest.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK." My voice boom, causing them both to freeze.

"You have got to be kidding me. This is bull shit." I was beyond pissed at this point.

They broke away quickly as Sam went to step closer to me, but I took a step back.

"Max, it's not what you think. Lissa cornered me! She said she needed to show me something and then you just attacked me! You have got to-" I cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore of his bull shit.

"Bull. Shit. Don't even try to lie to me Sam. I saw you. I can't believe you, but you know what? I don't care. We are done," I spat.

When he tried to step closer I grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be a new package of paper towels, and chucked it at his face, nailing him square in the nose causing a satisfying 'crack' sound, as he grabbed his nose in pain.

"And you," I hissed as I turned to face a red faced Lissa, "You have got to be the world's biggest fucking fake ass bitch. I cannot believe you. How could you do this to Fang? After everything he has done for you, all your fucking shit he put up with, this is how you repay him? You never deserved him." I spat as I grabbed my guitar and headed of the door, still seeing red.

I had only gotten a few steps away when I felt Lissa's claws digging into my skin, forcing me to stop.

"Bitch, Get. Your. Claws. Off. Of. Me." I hissed dangerously low, causing her to retreat.

"You better not go and tattle on me to Fang, or I promise, I will make you life a living hell. You got it?" She demanded.

Oh no this bitch didn't just have the nerve to threaten me.

"Oh, don't worry Lissa. I'm not going to be the one to tell Fang. I'm not going to be the person to cause him hurt. Oh no, you are going to tell him or so help me God I will make you life a living hell. " I hissed, getting up into her face, ready to snap her neck, " You really want to try me? I will beat your ass with a fucking brick and call it call it self defense."

She glared at me before she went to claw me with her hooker nails, obviously trying to start a bitch fight with her scratching and hair pulling, but I don't play like that.

I caught her hand just before her nails broke skin, "Bitch, here's a tip, cut your fucking nails. Who the fuck do you think you are? Edward Scissorhands?"

I twisted her arm before swinging my fist, connecting it with her face with a force that would put a hole through the wall, which resulted in a screech of pain from her.

"You bitch!" She screamed as she dove for me, but I was ready.

I launched at her causing us both to crash to the floor, as I pinned her beneath me, landing another blow to her face.

As she whimpered beneath me, I lowered my mouth to her ear so she would hear me loud and clear, "Lissa, I lived in Miami for two years, I learned a thing or two. Do not mess with me. You are going to tell Fang. Do I make myself clear?"

She moved to push me off of her as she sat up glaring at me.

"You are an ugly bitch. No wonder Sam wanted me instead of you."

I glared at her as I moved to get up.

"Ya, well, you are a slutty whore. You never deserved Fang. He's too good for you." I shook my head in disgust.

She chuckled darkly at me before responding, "Ya, well I'm the one Fang wanted, unlike you. You think that everyone couldn't see the pathetic way you looked at him, gawking at something you would never have. Everyone could see it, you have a crush on Fang. Well news flash Maxie, you will never have him. He doesn't return the feelings and never will. Your little crush on him is pathetic. He will never want you."

I stood there for a moment, in slight shock. I'm not going to lie, her words stung, but I was past the point of caring.

I chuckled, but there was no emotion behind it as stared at her.

"You know what Lissa? You're right. Fang may never want me, but I can live with that. You on the other hand, will always be a two-faced slut. Good luck living with that."

She gaped at me as I turned on my heel and left, not sparing her a glance back.

I stormed out of the building, flinging the doors open as I did. As I stomped off towards my car I caught a glimpse of Iggy out of the corner of my eye, eyeing me curiously, but I wasn't in the mood to explain.

He's find out sooner or later.

I just wanted to go home and think.

Tuesday was going to come rather I was ready or not. Hopefully, I'll be ready.

No matter what happens, I need to tell him. I can't stand it anymore.

I need to tell Fang I love him.

Hopefully, the universe will be on my side, just this once.

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