I glared after Fang as he walked away, leaving me alone in front of the park bench. What had just happened? Nobody dumped Lissa Rift and got away with it! I vowed to teach the jerk what he was missing. I hoped his next girlfriend would be ugly, stupid, and smelly, with a bad case of acne and fat legs. And while he was stuck with Miss Awful, I would be dating Mr. Perfect, Mr. Better-than-Fang Rianild.

I had been going out with Fang for two happy months, months filled with kissing and hugging in the hallways, stealing him away from his friends to spend time together, and getting to stare into those deep, dark, sparkling depths he called eyes. It all started in homeroom on the first day of school, when the teacher had sorted seats by alphabetical order. I went through several outfit choices in the days before school started, my first mission obviously to set off a stunning first impression for the new boys in high school. After much deliberation on the incredibly important choice, I finally decided on a blue skirt that hung high on my legs paired with a lacy white tank top hemmed by tiny blue embroidered stars. My wedged white sandals clicked on the linoleum floors as I walked along the hallways, heads turning to watch me as I passed. My glossed pink lips curved in a coy smile at the boys, and they dumbly grinned back. I smiled and greeted a few people as I found my locker tucked away in a corner of some hall, then set off to my first class. I had walked into Room 4B hoping to find some cute guys to snare at the first opportunity. The teacher, a stern brunette in a long gray skirt and a green blouse (yuck!) smiled at me, motioning for me to go stand with the rest of the class near the back of the room.

"I'm going to have assigned seating right away so you people don't get detention for talking during announcements on your first day," she announced, a twinkle in her eyes. I groaned, picking at the miniscule grains of dirt stuck under my French manicure. Her eyes flickered to me for a moment, then back to the front of the class without comment. "Okay, let's begin. Albert, Jacob, sit here. Byloh, Jane here. Drake, Melanie here. DuNelle, Mark, here. Ferms, Jennifer Joy, here…" I tuned out her voice, instead spending my time scoping out the class for hot guys. That Jacob guy was pretty cute, but he had freckles all over his face, which wasn't really my type. Mark DuNelle was also definitely on the cute list, but his ears were too big and sticking-out for my taste.

Then, suddenly: "Rianild, Nick, here." A tall, dark and handsome boy dressed completely in black stepped out of the crowd of kids, no expression visible on his tanned face.

"Excuse me, Miss James, I prefer to be called Fang," he requested, his voice dark and alluring. Half the girls in the class sighed dreamily, while a couple guys shot dark looks at the hawttie. The teacher looked startled by his strange nickname, but nevertheless nodded and smiled at him.

"Of course Ni- Fang. Please take a seat." Obediently, he walked a few steps forward from the back of the class to where she had directed and sat at the assigned desk. Ms. James (apparently that was the teacher's name) continued with the seating. "Rift, Lissa, next to Fang. Songhal, David in front of Lissa. Suli, Judy next to David…" Ms. James' voice once more became background sound as I strutted up the aisle between the desks and triumphantly sat down next to Fang. This was the best assigned seat EVER! Fang turned his head, looked dully at me, and turned back to face the front.

I pouted, never having met with this reaction from a guy before.

"Hey Fang," I whispered to him, making my voice sound seductive. Fang didn't take any notice of me, continuing to look straight ahead. I pouted more. "Fang? What's the matter with you? Why won't you say hello to a pretty girl?" I asked, raising a hand to my face in pretend sadness. He turned and looked straight at me, a single raised eyebrow his only sign of emotion.

"What pretty girl?" he asked. I gasped in shock, and a hint of a smirk sidled onto his face, making him that much hawtter. "Oh, did you mean you?" he continued innocently, his dark eyes beautiful and mysterious as I stared into them. "Hello, Lissa Rift. I'm Fang." With that, Fang turned away to face front and didn't spare me a glance for the rest of homeroom. I pouted and whined flirtatiously, trying to get him to look at me again. Although he didn't, I saw the small smirks on his face, and felt positive I had covered ground.

Ms. James turned out to be my least favorite teacher, other than giving me the coveted seat next to Prince of the Hawtties, Fang Rianild. However, that single act of hers turned out to be my best advantage with Fang, since after a few weeks of constant persuasive flirting in and out of that class, he gave in and kissed me. I was in heaven; that guy was a natural kisser! That started us going out, the jealous looks girls gave me, the heavenly kissing Fang presented me with…

Then, today, he just dumped me. For no reason! How fair is that? I didn't do anything wrong!

….other than making out with Iggy Fields. But Iggy was just plain cute! Not a hawttie like Fang! It was a dare, anyway!

…okay, maybe it wasn't a dare. Maybe I kissed Iggy on purpose. But Fang wasn't supposed to know! Iggy promised he wouldn't tell anyone! And now, my two-month relationship was ruined.

I couldn't help myself, I screamed as loud and long as I could. "I HATE YOU FANG RIANILD! HATE! YOU!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. After awhile, I stopped, feeling satisfied as I watched a few birds fly out of the tops of the trees around me. There's nothing like taking your rage out with a good long scream.

Anyway, I would probably be able to hook up with a new awesome, kissable hawttie by tomorrow. No biggie.

But I still wished Fang was mine.

I grinned, finally free of that idiotic, airheaded slut. Lissa had finally got on my nerves, until not even her shiny green eyes and glowing red waves of hair could save her.

I was so incredibly happy to be rid of her, so relieved I didn't have to put up with her constant whining and sucking kisses all the time. Iggy was a lifesaver of a best friend, orchestrating a way for me to get a plausible reason to break up with Lissa once he realized I was miserable and helpless in knowing how to get rid of her. All he had to do was kiss her, which he enjoyed anyway, since even though he hated Lissa, he loved kissing girls. Iggy always claimed that kissing girls was a hobby for him; at least three quarters of the female eighth graders at our school had made out with Iggy sometime or another, a fact which grossed me out entirely too much.

I had no idea what I'd truly seen in Lissa in the first place. Sure, she was really pretty, with pale skin, pretty eyes, long shining hair in one of my all-time favorite colors, and her coy little smiles. But to her I was just a goal, an accomplishment to go out with. She told me over and over again how amazing my body was, how gorgeous my eyes were, how much she loved to play with my 'long, silky black locks'. Her words, not mine.

Basically, I was a trophy for her.

But still. She looked at me the same way she did to all of the boys in our grade, a predator's gaze, hidden by flirtatiousness. The first few weeks we dated, I admit that I enjoyed it somewhat. She kissed me all the time, which was something that got Iggy totally jealous. I always laughed when he asked questions about how far we'd gone, but inside, I felt deeply uncomfortable. That much intimacy was overkill for me. I didn't even smileat Lissa that much, let alone touch her like that. Ugh…

"You know she would let you," Iggy always remarked, wondering why I didn't like to talk about it. He should know after six years of friendship that emotion is one of my least favorite things. It bothered me when feelings had too much power over me.

"See, that's the point. She'd let me, but she would also let Jake or Dave or Louis," I pointed out. Iggy had to agree with me, knowing how Lissa was.

But finally, I had had enough. I confided in Iggy how I didn't know how to cut off our relationship, and he immediately offered to help. All he had to do was hang around, slouching in baggy jeans in the deserted place in front of the library at lunch, and Lissa was attracted to him like a magnet. She barely spared any words before she started kissing him, knowing that Iggy was my best friend. Then she tried to get him to promise not to tell me! As if. Iggy went along with her, acting like he was head over heels for her. All I had to do was claim that I had seen her kissing him, and that we were o-v-e-r.

Sweetness.

Now I was rid of Lissa Rift. Except for the fact that she would sit next to me in homeroom for the rest of the year.

I stopped, mentally groaning as I realized that fact. I would just have to ask for a seat change or something. Ms. James loved me, I was sure she would understand that I didn't want to sit next to Little Miss No Personal Space anymore. David could sit next to her, he loved girls like that. And I could sit next to nice, shy Judy Suli, who never spoke much to anyone. I liked sitting next to people that were equally as non-talkative as me, since neither of us would feel compelled to start a conversation.

I decided that that's what I would do, and felt an uncharacteristic grin form on my face as I walked back home, my black backpack slung over one shoulder. I was free of Lissa Rift! Yes!

There was a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye, and I turned my head to find a girl standing on the front lawn of a house across the street, staring at me.

The house had obviously been spruced up recently, newly-painted a sky blue color, with a deep chestnut brown front door flung wide open. A new wooden fence stood around its borders, protecting the front yard from the outside world. A white moving van was parked in the driveway, next to a few bikes and a dark blue car. I remembered a FOR SALE sign being there not too long ago, and realized that a family must have bought the house, and was moving in right now.

The girl standing just inside the gate was pretty, with wavy, dark brown hair and light brown eyes set in a deeply tanned face. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, Converse, a pink top and a brown hoody, and would have been completely normal and unremarkable if not for the weird way she was looking at me. It wasn't even that she was just staring- sadly, that was something I was kind of used to from girls by now- it was that I got the distinct impression she wasn't looking at me because she thought I was cute or something. There was a weird expression on her face, like she was thinking deep and hard about something that she was trying to connect to me. I halted and stared back for a minute, unnerved. As a rule, I didn't start conversations with random girls who stared at me from their front lawns, but it almost seemed worse to stand here staring back or to just walk away. I had no idea what to do.

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out from inside the house. "Ella! Come help Max move the couch!" The girl outside snapped to attention, turning to look inside the house.

Another teenage girl's voice argued from inside, sounding disgruntled. "Mom! I'm strong enough to lift it myself!"

"I don't want you to get hurt!"

"It's not like I'm a weakling or something!"

"I know you aren't, Max." There was a pause, and the woman sighed. "If you don't want Ella to help you lift the couch, then at least have her help you with the layout of the living room," the woman's voice reasoned.

There was a pause.

"Fine," the unseen girl replied. There were vague scuffling sounds from inside the house, and the girl standing outside, whose name was apparently Ella, turned to give me one last contemplating look before turning on her heel, jogging delicately into the house, and firmly shutting the door.

What the hell had just happened?

After a moment, I continued the walk home, thinking about the calculating expression on the girl's face. She hadn't seemed interested in me herself, but seemed to be thinking about something else while she stared unabashedly. Girls could be so freaky sometimes.

I shuddered, adjusting my backpack strap as I broke into a run. I just wanted to get home, away from thoughts about Lissa and this new girl, Ella. Another name popped into my head, though. The one the woman had said from inside the sold house.

Max.

Wasn't that a boy's name?

Edited as of 7/21/13.

Poor Fangles doesn't know what hit him. He hasn't evenseenMax and he's already obsessed with her. XD

Nudge: You know, it's not very nice to mess with Fang.

Don't worry, you get to help mess with him later in the story!
Nudge: YAY!

Angel: Can I help?

…maybe… I haven't decided yet.

Angel: Okay.

Review please? XD I don't know if I'm continuing this, just saying. If you like it, say AYE!

~TM(AYE!)~