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This chapter it sort of a switch-off between Fang's and Max's POVs. Sorry if it's a bit inconvenient!

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Chapter Seven

Max POV

"Gazzy!" Fang yelled, but I noticed a little smirk that played against his full lips. Fucking ass. And who the hell was Gazzy?

I didn't let myself dwell on it, because before Fang could say another word I shot up from my chair, therefor, having it dramatically tip over and fall to the ground with a bang, and raced down the living room to where I'd seen some room doors.

I quickly opened the first one to find a dark room, then, luckily, the second door I opened was a bathroom. Thank God. I pulled off my hoodie and T shirt, then hastily striped off my jeans. Luckily, the soda hadn't touched my bra, or sunk to my undies. That would've been hell, wouldn't it?

I turned the sink on and tried splashing the cool water against my body, but I knew that wasn't enough.

. . . Three light taps on the bathroom door. Those three freaking annoying taps.

"Max?" Fang asked from the opposite side of the door, sounding confused, and slightly irritated.

I shut the running water, and innocently answered, "Yeah?"

I had three minutes left.

"Are you, uh. . . okay?" He asked, still utterly confused. I mean, I would be too. He'd seen me run for my life 'cause Coke spilled on me. And now that I think about it, I probably looked like a psychopathic-diva-freak.

Huh. Oh, well.

"Yeah, yeah, of course!" I replied, my voice an octave higher than usual.

Then there was silence. I think he was waiting for an explanation.

"You mind if I take a shower? I'm really sticky and wet." I tried, knowing I how pathetic it sounded.

"Um, sure. . ." He answered. And right as he muttered the words, I flicked the shower on and dashed in for dear life.

I now had two freaking minutes left.

I found some soap and began scrubbing my body, just hoping the freaking Coka Cola wouldn't be the end of me.

Fang POV

This was weird, right? I mean, I invite this little bitch to my house for dinner, some Coke spills on her clothes, and she freaks out like she's gonna die, running to the bathroom like a maniac.

Was she really that dramatic?

And then she asks to take a shower. A freaking shower. Because of Cola. What an ass hole.

Max POV

I turned the shower off. It had passed four minutes and my skin was, thankfully, not damaged.

I hopped out of the shower soaking wet, grabbed a small towel from the little closet that I'd gratefully noticed, and dried myself off.

That's when I noticed my clothes. Well, I wouldn't exactly call them clothes anymore.

The clothing material that had been soaked by the soda had disintegrated, creating abnormal holes and rips in all those areas. Shit.

My bra and underwear seemed to be fine, so I threw them on. However, I was not going out there like this. And give the turd the satisfaction of seeing be naked? In his dreams.

So I just called Fang's name.

"Yeah?" I heard his voice drifting near the door.

"Um, do you mind if I borrow some clothes?" I asked sweetly.

"Why?" He shot back rudely.

Well, then.

"Like I told you before, they're sticky. And wet." I spat through the door with gritted teeth. He had no right to use that tone with me. What did I ever do to him?

Oh, yeah. Right. Never mind. . .

Hey, I didn't do it yet.

Fang POV

Clothes? Now she needed fucking clothes?

Oh, because they're "sticky" and "wet". Boo-hoo. Call the cops, now, will ya? It was just soda.

"Oh, right. Sorry, I'll go get you some." I finally answered, attempting a kinder tone.

I walked over to my room to get her the clothes, since I figured she wouldn't exactly fit into one of Angel's pink tutus, or Gazzy's batman PJs.

I rummaged through my closet until I came up with something a bit decent. My old basketball shorts and a T shirt. I hoped it satisfied her bratty little needs. Well, actually, I'd be pretty fine if it didn't.

I went back over to the bathroom and knocked for the third time.

"Fang?" She asked. Who else would it be?

"Yeah," I responded, lamely. "I got you some clothes."

She opened the door a crack to take the clothes and I handed them over to her. But right before she slammed it closed once again, I accidentally caught a glimpse of her back through the opposite mirror, which she seemed to have gone unnoticed of.

Nice ass.

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