Chapter 3.

Disclaimer: I don't own MR

Max POV

Mrs. Campbell walked into class this morning followed by Ken the Doll. Literally, this dude was like an over-sized doll, perfect in every way.

All the girls around me immediately took in his appearance and began drooling over him like he was a chocolate chip cookie! Seriously? I doubt he's as good as a chocolate chip cookie. Simply impossible.

"Max! Do you see what I see?!" JJ exclaimed raising her glasses as if to get a better look, which is dumb because she can't see without them.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. You're kidding right?"

"Why would I be kidding?! He's hot!" She replied.

"Alright, children, settle down." Mrs. Campbell silenced the class. Usually I don't like being called a child but Mrs. Campbell is nice and elderly.

The few boys went on with their business and the girls drooled over the new guy.

"You may have noticed we have a new student, class this is Dylan Gunther-Hagen. He's here from…Sweetie where did you move from?" She asked turning to Dylan.

He gave her a Ken Doll smile, "California." Great so he must be some kind of Surfer Dude, man-whore combination.

"Yes, California. Please, welcome Dylan with open arms." She turned to Dylan, "Mr. Gunther-Hagen you can take a seat beside, Max. Max, raise your hand, sweetie." Girls around me gasped including JJ and I rolled my eyes while raising my hand.

Dylan flashed me a bright smile and slid into the seat next to me. "Hi. I'm Dylan." He reached his hand out to me and I stared at it.

"I know what your name is, she just said it." I stated.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" He said pointing at my sweater.

I didn't have to look down to know what he was talking about. Iggy bought it for me on our birthday. He bought it as a joke but I still wear it all the time, it was an off-white color and in bold black print, it read,

Fuck You.

I shrugged, "Easier than wasting my breath on people. Kind of like I'm wasting my breath on you."

Now, I might kind of sound like a bitch but after your freshman year of high school, nobody really cares about first impressions. So, after I fooled everyone into thinking I was some sugary sweetheart, the claws came out. And I wasn't afraid to scratch.

After Mrs. Campbell finished attendance she stood again, "Okay everyone, today we're making simple Mac and Cheese. Everyone grab a partner."

Did I mention that I was in a cooking class? My mom says it mandatory if I ever hope to get a man. I told her I couldn't care less and yet I was still forced to be here.

It's always been an okay class. Okay until today, because right as the words left my teacher's mouth, my desk was swarmed by all the hormonal teenage girls of the class, so 83% of the class was by my desk. Well, they were swarming Dylan's desk but I was getting some of it.

"Dylan, be my partner!"

"No, be mine!"

"Bitch, back off!"

Dylan truly looked like he wanted to shit his pants. I chuckled to myself. My chuckles were immediately cut short when he spoke.

"Uhh…Sorry girls, Max is my partner." My head snapped his direction and I almost punched him, but I have self control. More or less.

Each girl froze, then they all slowly turned to me with a glare. It was creepy because they did it at the same time. It was funny because they all glare like newborn babies. Babies, who cannot glare, because they don't even know what it is.

"What can you do?" I shrugged nonchalantly. The girls continued to glare before grumbling and partnering up with each other.

When they were gone I turned to Dylan. "What the hell was that? You can't just decide I'm gonna be your partner!" He smiled and shrugged, "Watch me."

=Lunch=

At lunch, I made way to my locker, where my friends would be waiting for me. As I was going down the main hall, Wyatt came to me from the stairs and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Max."

"Wyatt."

We continued to my locker and were met by JJ, Ella, Kate, Tess, John, Andrew, and Brian.

"Hey, Tomato." Kate said, ruffling Wyatt's hair. We shared greetings and headed out towards the courtyard. We passed all the tables and went to the big old oak tree, sitting on the many branches like we do everyday.

Dylan came up to the tree and looked up.

"Max?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?" I snapped.

"I just kinda wanna sit with you. You're the only person here who'll talk to me, even if you are a bit rude." He replied.

I sighed roughly and jumped out of the tree. "Max! Be careful, you could've hurt yourself!" JJ scolded me.

"She's more than a bit rude." Brian whispered to John.

I rolled my eyes and stepped up to Dylan, "You know, I thought I made it clear I don't like you very much during the last three periods."

Dylan smiled. "You did, but I think it's only because you don't give me a chance. You don't take the time in getting to know me. We should get to know each other, over pizza on Friday."

I looked at him blankly. "Did you just ask me out?"

He nodded.

"I barely know you." I said eyeing him.

He nodded again. "Yes, well, that's the point of going on the date. So we can get know each other. So…?"

I thought about Dylan. Then I thought about how Fang had kissed me the other day. How he said that maybe his kiss was more than just shutting me up. Do I like Fang? Have I always liked him?

JJ popped up behind me. "She'd love to go on a date with you!

He smiled,"Friday?"

I sighed. "You know, it is Friday."

Dylan blushed, "Oh yeah. Well we can go next Friday if tonight is too soon." He said, looking down.

I shook my head. "No, tonight is fine. I'll give you my number and text you my address later."

We traded numbers and Dylan headed back in the school smiling.

"Ohhh, Little Maxie just got a date." Brian joked.

Ella climbed down from the tree and squealed. "Yay! He's so hot! Oh my, God! We have to call Nudge! Oh and we're—"

"Ella," I cut her off, "is all of that really necessary?"

"Of course." She replied like I was dumb.

"Well good luck with that, Max." Andrew said, hopping down from our tree.

John followed. "For your sake, I hope they don't put you in a dress."

Wyatt came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "And this is when I tell you one of my weird jokes that you never get."

I pushed him. "Whatever, asshole." He walked away laughing.

Brian stopped in front of me.

"Don't even think about it." I said and he smiled and walked away.

"Max! Oh my, God, you have a date! There's a new girl in my third period named, Mara. She's your date's brother. Her last name is Gunther-Hagen too. Are you wondering how I know his last name is Gunther-Hagen? Ella told me. And JJ told me she arranged it. Do you like him? Is he cute?"

"Nudge!" I cut her off before she could go on, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to get you ready for your date." She smiled.

I sighed. "You know, Nudge. How old are you? Eleven? I've been dressing myself for nine years of your life, no problem. I think I can handle this."

Nudge sighed, like what she was about to say next was something I'd never understand. She was probably right. "Max. Sure you can dress yourself nicely if you tried really hard. But you don't and your dating style? Completely inappropriate! Why do you think Samuel tried to take advantage of you last week?"

I shrugged, "Cause he's a perv?"

"No! Cause you wore those really short-shorts I got you! Never wear short-shorts on a first date. You go mid-thigh and that's it. And that's only if you're going to the park or beach. But tonight! You wear jeans. And a long-sleeve shirt. Show no skin, because that seems to end badly for you."

I leaned back and smirked. "What do you know about first dates, anyway?"

"Hellooo? I read about a thousand different magazines a month. I know everything there is to know about dates." She walked over to my closet and threw the doors open. "Now let's get started!"

"Max! Aw, you look HOT!" Nudge squealed.

"Do I?" I scrunched up my face as I took in my appearance. I had a dark blue sweater that rode up my stomach a little bit, no matter how hard I tried to pull it down. I wore plain blue skinny-jeans and white converse. My hair was in a ponytail.

"Nudge, I thought I wasn't supposed to show skin." I said pointing to the strip of skin showing between the sweater and jeans.

She shrugged. "Eh. Whatever, and I know how much you hate ponytails but you cannot take it out, and I'll know if you did." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Yeah, yeah." I said, stuffing my phone and wallet into my back pockets.

Nudge tilted her head to the side and studied my face. "Can I put make-up on you?"

"No." I deadpanned.

"Please, Max?" Oh,God, I can't look away. Bambi eyes.

"Sure." I said, hypnotized by her eyes.

She grinned. "Okay! Well, if you say so!"

That's how I ended up with red lips, bold eyes, and a permanent blush. Well, permanent until I wash my face when I get home.

"See! You look even better!" Nudge clapped.

"Yeah, whatever." I said as I walked out of my room and down to the living room. Iggy and Fang were on the couch and I sat in the single chair.

Iggy glanced at me. "Where are you going? And are you wearing make-up?" He questioned me.

"I'm going on a date." I said nonchalantly but I glanced at Fang to see him watching me intently.

"With who?" Fang inquired.

"Dylan." I said, not making eye-contact with him.

Iggy groaned. "You mean that Ken Doll stealing all the hot chicks?"

I laughed. "I thought he was a Ken Doll at first too." Then I realized what he said and punched his arm. "And, don't be a sexist pig!"

Iggy rubbed at his arm. "That was unnecessary, Little Sis!"

I rolled my eyes at the nickname. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Nudge digging around in my kitchen.

"The cookies are under the cake-holder." I said to her. She glanced back at me. "Thanks, Max."

"Hi, Nudge." Iggy said, un-pausing his game. Fang let his character die and sat back.

"Do you actually like this guy, Max?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "He's cool. I only met him today."

"Well, what if he's a creep? I don't wanna get another detention for you." He smirked.

I smiled. "Well, I think we've been over the fact that I can handle myself."

He shook his head and his shaggy black hair flopped around. "No, I don't think you can."

I put my hand to my chest. "Well, I am absolutely appalled."

Fang smiled a full blown smile at me and chuckled sort of. I hadn't seen him like that in a while. It made me smile too.

Ding-dong.

I frowned. Maybe I do like Fang. But…if I like Fang, why am I going out with Dylan? Should I cancel? Damn…

"Hi, I'm Nudge. Max's sister, well not really, but I might as well be. You know, I'm friends with your sister. Your Mara's brother right? You look like her. Except…Mara's hair is darker and it's really long. Do you do cheerleading too? 'Cause, Mara does. You could be a male cheerleader. I've always wanted to be a male-cheerleader. Wait…nevermind. I'm not a guy. Sorry, I knew that. Dylan, right?" She smiled and held out her hand for him to shake.

He stared down at her. "Uh, yeah, I'm Dylan. Is Max ready?"

I came out from behind the door, "Hey Dylan." I smiled.

"Don't put your hands on my sister." I turned around and saw Iggy behind me, glaring at Dylan through his glasses.

Fang was still on the couch, watching.

"Uh, well, yeah. Let's go." I said pushing my way out of the door.

Fang POV (Yay!)

I watched as the door closed behind Max. A million thoughts were floating around in my head. For example, how I felt jealous that Max was going on a date with this guy.

How I'd had a crush on Max since the 6th grade.

How I can't tell my best friend about it because,

1. He'll probably laugh and call me a pussy.

2. It's his twin sister.

"So, guys! What are we doing tonight?" Nudge sat in the couch in between us.

Iggy turned to her. "We?"

"Yeah! Why not? Usually, I'd hang out with Max or even your mom but I haven't seen her." Nudge explained.

"Dad went to California so Mom's either in her room or at work. And Nudge, there's really nothing we'd be doing that interests you."

"Come on, Ig." I stood. "Let's go, Nudge. We'll go to the movies."

Nudge ran up and hugged me. "Thanks, Fang! You're like ten times nicer than Iggy. Can we see Frozen?!"

"Nudge, you watched that with Max two weeks ago." Iggy deadpanned.

"But it was such a cute movie! Can we see it again, please! Fang?" She turned to me and gave me…oh, god. The eyes.

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Ugh! Man, you're weak!" Iggy groaned.

Dylan POV

I held the door for Max as we walked out of the Pizza Palace.

We stepped out onto the busy sidewalks.

"Are you full?" I asked her.

"To be honest? I'm never really full." She laughed. Her laugh made me smile.

"A trait we both share." I joked.

"There's a bakery around the corner, wanna go?" Max said looking up at me.

I carefully took her hand, "Sure."

Max looked at me with a questioning glance but I kept looking forward with a blush creeping up my neck.

Fang POV

I pulled into the parking lot for the movies across from the bakery and climbed out of Dr.M's car.

"Fang, do you even have your license?! Your driving isn't all that good, oh yeah, and your FIFTEEN! Does Aunt Val know you're driving her car? Hmm?"

"Nudge! My ears are bleeding!" Iggy whined, dragging along behind us.

"No, Nudge, I don't. But I have a permit. Does she know I have her car? Probably not."

I stood in the line while Nudge and Iggy waited by the entrance. My eyes moved to the familiar red hair in front of me and I froze.

…Oh my, God.

Freaking Lissa Sterling. I've reached a whole new level of insanity, Lissa-level. Her friend beside her, who I recognized as Tammy, caught sight of me and gasped.

"Lissa! Look who's behind us!" She whisper-screamed.

Seriously? I can hear you.

Lissa turned around and smiled when she saw me. "Nick, I knew you couldn't stay away. Darling, I've missed you."

She slid her hands up my shoulders and around my neck, she leaned up to kiss me and I was so shocked I didn't move. Lissa hasn't changed, not at all.

Max POV

Dylan had taken my hand a little while ago, his hand is kind of sweaty. But, it'd be rude to just take my hand away.

We reached the bakery and Dylan tugged on my hand.

I turned to him, "Huh?"

He pointed with his free hand across the street. "There's a movie theater over there, wanna go?"

I looked over at the theater, looking for a movie that we could possibly watch when I found something most disturbing.

Fang, my possible crush/brother's best friend, was locking lips with Lissa Sterling, his ex-girlfriend who moved away last summer. Well, they weren't really locking anything, Lissa was trying to turn the key but it just wouldn't budge, if you know what I mean.

I looked back at Dylan, "No, it's alright. I've seen all those movies anyway." No I haven't that's a complete lie.

Dylan shrugged, "Okay, to the bakery then?"

Fang POV

When I finally managed to get Lissa off I was panting, this girl is insane.

"Lissa, what are you doing here? I thought you moved." I said, still trying to catch my breath.

"My parents got a divorce so I moved back here with my Mom. And I see I still take your breath away." She batted her eyelashes at me.

"Lissa, I broke up with you for a reason. Not because you were moving, but because I just didn't like you anymore." I lied. I didn't lie about not liking her. I lied about liking her ever, I really only dated her to make Max jealous, but I don't know if it worked. Lissa's an okay girl but she's not Max.

Lissa gaped at me and it looked like she was gonna say something.

"Next in line!" The guy from the ticket booth hollered at her. She turned and walked away. Lissa left with her friend and I bought the tickets moving to go back to Iggy and Nudge.

"What the hell was that?! Was that Lissa?!"

I nodded, not showing any emotion on my face. But on the inside, I was freaking, my freedom and privacy were officially gone. Lissa won't stop until I'm kissing her feet.

Damn.

Max POV (last switch)

"Thanks, I had fun." I smiled, but it was really fake. Don't get me wrong, Dylan is really cool. But, he made me realize that I do like Fang, and I can't change that. But, I doubt he likes me after what I saw.

Dylan smiled sadly, "Max. I'm not stupid, I like you. You're beautiful, and funny, and I can tell you're more than a little bit wild. Look, I can go on but the point is, you like someone else. I can tell, all I know is, if he doesn't like you back, he's a real dumb-ass." Dylan kissed my cheek lightly and walked back on the sidewalk. I smiled, "Friends?!" I hollered after him.

He turned to walk backwards and held up his thumbs. "Friends!" He nodded.

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