The Universe Hates Me

Chapter 10

Fang's POV

I didn't get a chance to talk to Max all day. I tried - multiple times - but she just kept giving me the cold shoulder.

Man, I really screwed up.

Finally, finally, it was the last period of the day, and I knew I would see her then, since we had that class together. When I tried to approach her, though, she dodged me and starting talking to that wiener, Sam. They were talking, and he was obviously flirting with her. Jackass. I wanted to rip his spine out. And beat him with it.

That pansy even had the nerve to check out her ass as she bent over to pick up the papers he had "accidentally" dropped.

Yeah, like that one hasn't been done before. I mean, could he have been more obvious? And I was completely shocked that Max, my Max, the Max,

Maximum Ride, who didn't take crap from anyone, actually fell for it.

No, wait, she wouldn't be stupid enough to fall for such an old trick... Does that mean that she... she actually went with it?

Oh. My. God.

She's flirting back!

She can't be really falling for this douche bag, can she?

Then I saw him slip her his number. I was going to kill this asshole. Honestly, I was. I stormed over to them, ready to blow up on this jerk, when I stopped dead in my tracks. Ya know why?

Because Max was writing down her number. And slipping it to Sam, who was smiling triumphantly.


I felt a sharp pain swelling in my chest, and I couldn't move. I couldn't believe that my Max actually liked this asshole! I felt like my heart had just been ripped out of my chest and someone practiced their salsa dancing on it.

But wait, why should I care if she likes someone? I mean, she has every right to date someone. I have Lissa and now, I guess she has Sam. Even though I think he is a complete dickhead, I'll have to suck it up... Max has - she thinks Lissa is a wiener, too. But she hasn't gone completely psycho at Lissa, so... I'll have to deal with it. As long as she's happy, then I am happy.

It's just... she deserves so much better than Sam can give her! She deserves a guy who knows everything about her, who knows her deepest secrets, her worst fears, her favorite food, what she can't live without, and her deep love for chocolate chip cookies. (That last one is probably the most important.)

She deserves someone who respects her, and someone who loves her with all their heart.

Someone like me.

Whoa there, hold your tacos.

Did I just say that I loved Max and wanted to be with her? Where did that come from? I mean, I obviously love her... she's my best friend, and she broke my heart when she left, but could there be more to my feelings?

Maybe, but I doubt she feels the same way. Or maybe she does feel the same way, maybe she lo-

No, I can't be thinking about this. This could ruin everything, I wouldn't be able to go on in life if I lost Max, and having her in my life is the most important thing to me.

Oh, yeah, Fang, because you've really been showing that lately! You know, with all the blowing her off, ignoring her for your slutty girlfriend, and making her cry. I can really see she means the world to you. You might want to look up the definition of 'best friend' in the dictionary.

Oh, shut up.

Oh God, now I'm talking to myself... What has my life come to?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, and headed back to my seat.

I have really got to get my head in order.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Max still did her best to ignore me, and I still haven't been able to get rid of this pain in my chest. Maybe I need to go see a doctor.

It's called a broken heart, Fang. Look it up, maybe that's what I should get you for Christmas next year; a dictionary.

Shut up! No one ask you. Plus, how can a voice in my head get me a Christmas present?

Hey, it's a free country; I can speak my mind when and where I want to. I was just pointing out the obvious. And we mysterious Voices work in mysterious ways. I could get you a Christmas present if I so desired.

Yeah, well, no one asked you, so go drown in a puddle or something. I don't need your crazy - and pointless - bullshit.

Yeah, I'M the crazy one, says the boy talking to an imaginary voice in his head.

Oh, God, I am crazy! I'm arguing with voices in my head.

Take me to the nuthouse. Now.

I shook my head like a dog shaking water from its fur, hopefully getting rid of the annoying voices in my head, and made my way over to Max's locker.

I discreetly slipped a note into it when no one was looking, saying we needed to talk.

Hopefully she hasn't totally given up on me yet.

As I made my way toward the exit, a flash of fake red hair caught my eyes. Lissa.

Oh, that girl is going to get it!

How dare she purposely hurt Max? She knew Max was an important part of my life, and she deliberately made sure to hurt her.

I swiftly marched over to her and grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away to a more private area.

"Ow! What the hell, Fang? What are you doing?" she squealed as I yanked her into a deserted hallway.

I swung her around to face me and loosen my death grip on her.

All of a sudden her look of confusion left her face and a new look of lust and happiness grazed upon it. This is bad, this is very, very bad...

She threw herself on me and squealed, in what I am guessing was supposed to be a seductive voice, "Oh, Fang, if you wanted us to be alone, you should have just said so."

She hungrily started to devour my lips with messy and sloppy wet kisses.

Um, gag?

I quickly pushed her away. As she looked at me hurt and confused, I gave her my best death glare.

"What?" she asked with hurt laced all through her voice.

Well, quite frankly, I didn't give a damn. You mess with Max, you mess with me.

"You know exactly what, Lissa!" I spat at her, "You have five seconds to tell me what the hell was going through your mind when you purposely ignored my request of texting Max and telling her I had to cancel! You know how much Max means to me! She's been my best friend since kindergarten, and your little stunt you pulled might have just cost me a twelve year friendship! This excuse better be pretty damn good."

She just started at me, wide eyed. I couldn't quite tell if it was because I had probably scared the crap out of her or if it was because that was most likely the most she has ever heard me say in one conversation.

I stood there still glaring at her, waiting for an answer.

She burst into tears and started saying she was sorry over and over.

Yeah, you better be sorry.

"I'm so sorry Fang; I didn't think it would matter. Honest! I was just mad that you wanted to spend more time with her than me. I'm so sorry," she wailed as black streaks streamed down her face.

Black like her heart...

My face softened a bit, but not by much.

"Fine, Lissa. Whatever. Just don't do it again. Now if you excuse me I have somewhere I need to be and someone I have to grovel at their feet for forgiveness," I hissed at her, still not ready to forgive her completely.

She snapped out of her little sob fest and became angry, too.

"Are you seriously going to see that little slut? Can't you see what she's doing to us? She is tearing us apart, and now you're going to go beg for forgiveness from her?" she shrieked at me, giving me a rather pathetic excuse of a death glare.

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked her square in the eyes, while still glaring at her.

"Lissa," I said quietly, dangerous, with my teeth clenched. I was completely P.. "I strongly suggest you stop talking, before I do something drastic. Now, if you want this relationship to go any father, you will butt out of my life and let me make my own choices. I. Am. Going. To. See. My. Best. Friend. Now shut up and leave me be."

I spun around on my heel and stalked off, not even sparing a second glance at her most likely gaping mouth.

I made my way to my car and drove to the nearest convince store.

Here we go. Operation 'Get My Best Friend Back And Still Being Able to Reproduce Afterwards' has commenced.


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