Hello, readers!

First week of school is over, so I figured I didn't have any excuses not to write :)

IT IS A GOOD DAY TO BE ALIVE, FRIENDS!

Just as I was swinging shut the door to Dylan's car, I saw a dark form in the sideview mirror. The black Vans were close to unmistakable, and I turned in confusion to see Fang standing by the rear end. He looked… terrifyingly angry. He caught my gaze, and it felt like fire. My spine shivered from the rage pouring out of his black eyes, in a rare emotional downpour. It was terrifying, and I quickly opened the door to try and calm the storm that was this pubescent boy.

"Fang, I-" I started. His glare pulled me up short for words, which is a hard thing to do.

"Hey, man, what's your deal?" Dylan prompted, irritated. Fang almost smirked in anticipation of ripping the preppy, blonde boy to shreds.

"My deal is that you are the scum of the earth," Fang said scathingly, "and you think you have the right to go anywhere with this stupid, beautiful girl." Dylan puffed up his broad chest in defiance, and I was feeling very conflicted that those were two adjectives Fang would use to describe me. I decided to be angry.

"You don't get to say anything about the girl, asshole." Dylan replied with more force than expected. I decided it was time to step in and stop the man contest.

"Hey, hey, hey, guys. Calm down and- Jesus, Fang, what the hell?!" I yelled as he tried to grab my arm and drag me back towards the house. I yanked away, but he was stronger than he looked and I struggled to slip away.

While I was flopping like a fish out of water, Dylan had caught up with us stopped directly in front of Fang.

"Look, dude, I'm gonna give you one chance to take your freak hands off of her, or I'm gonna beat you so hard you'll wish you'd never been born." Dylan threatened ferociously. If I were on the receiving end of that, I would have been quaking in my boots.

"I think I'll take my chances," Fang retorted darkly. He quickly released me from his iron grip and flung me aside. I landed oh-so-gracefully on my ass, and looked up just in time to see Fang punch Dylan directly on the face. A snap, crack, and pop later, there was blood on both of their hands.

"Stop! Stop!" I cried out, and tried to stand up. I felt a sharp pain in my leg that took the breath out of me.

Fang was pinned to the ground, and Dylan was wailing on him. Fang's face was a mess, and Dylan's nose looked broken.

"Dylan!" I yelled. He took another jab at Fang's face before looking up at me. His blue eyes remained crystal clear even in the midst of all this. He looked down at my awkwardly bent leg and immediately dropped his stony expression for one of remorse. Fang groaned loudly but his eyes were closed, and one was swelling already looking purple around the edges.

"Max, are you hurt?" Dylan asked in a much more gentle tone than he used earlier, and he came over to my side and looked me in the eye. It was now my turn to be wrathful. My face was a stone wall and my gaze was deadly. He looked sheepishly down to my leg.

"Bring me back to my house." I instructed him. All the action had actually happened just down the block from where I lived. He stood up and took my hand, and I tried to stand. I couldn't even get halfway without yelping.

"Um, Max, I think I'm gonna have to carry you." Dylan said shyly. I scowled before nodding.

So finally we have some plot development. Tell me what you think, because I want to hear it all!

Love always,

~Me