Max's POV

"Hey! Max! Psssssssst!"

Just ignore him Max, this test is huge and if you mess it up, you're in big trouble. He will get bored and go bother someone else. Just focus.

"MAXXX! HELLLO? Wait a second... Did you just put your fingers in your ears? Are you ignoring me? Real mature Max. Reaaaaaaal mature."

Finally, I thought, Now maybe that he realizes I am purposely ignoring him, he will let me finish my test in peace.

That was until I felt a 50 pound book hit the back of my skull, possibly fracturing it.

My face slammed down on my desk from the momentum of the book, my nose hit the desk funny, and as nasty as this sounds, blood started pouring out of my nostrils and onto my test.

I quickly grabbed my black jacket and held it to my nose, turned towards Fang, and before he could react, punched him right in the throat.

Fang started gagging, coughing, and gasping for air as I gave him a sickly sweet smile.

"HEY *COUGH HACK COUGH* WHAT'S GOING ON BACK THERE! Is there a *COUGH HACK COUGH* problem?" Our nasty teacher said as he spit his insides out into the trash can. (AKA Mr. Nelson)

Before I could answer, I stared at him in horror as he cleared his throat and coughed up a black... Thing, onto his desk.

"Mr. Nelson can I come in your classroom tomorrow morning to finish your test? It's so strange; something just magically flew at the back of my head, causing me to have a minor concussion, and for my nose to bleed. Is it okay if I go to the nurse?" I asked, my voice muffled by my jacket, and dripping with anger and sarcasm.

"Humph. *COUGH COUGH* Yea, but make it quick." he said just before having another coughing fit.

I gathered my things, knowing I wouldn't even bother returning to class, or school for that matter since this was my last period, and headed for the door when the voice of the devil said in a strained voice,

"Mr. Nelson I need to do the same. I'll come in the morning to finish the test."

Mr. Nelson continued coughing and just gestured his hands toward the door, telling us to leave.

We walked out the door and automatically started arguing.

"This is all your fault you jerk. I hope you get hit by a bus on your way home." I said with acid in my voice, and wiped away the remaining blood on my nose.

"Excuse me? This is all my fault? If you would've just told me the answer to number 15 none of this would have happened!" he argued back, holding his throat and struggling to talk.

"If you would have studied for the test you wouldn't have had to ask me for the answer! And was it really necessary to throw a book at the back of my head? There were plenty more people that would have LOVED to give you the answer. But oh no, you picked the person you hate the most to ask the answer. That makes TOTAL since!" I said loudly and rolled my eyes.

"Oh please, like getting hit in the back of the head with a 2 pound book is WAYYYY worse than getting punched in the throat. And have you seen this face? Faces like this don't 'study' for tests. Faces like this, don't need to study. And hate is a very strong word Maxie. You shouldn't use that type of language." He said just as loud and talked to me like I was a child.

"You know, Fang? You are totally right. Faces like that don't need to study." I said turning toward him with a sweet and apologetic face, "Because faces like that are to ugly and stupid to get into college and make something of their life." I said, turning away from his shocked face, and picked up my pace.

"You're the one to talk about ugly faces!" he shouted at me, and I just kept walking and ignored his comment.

"You know, that is why Dylan broke up with you." he said almost to himself, but I have amazing hearing, and I stopped in my tracks.

I kept my back to him, and stood there shocked. Fang, of all people, knew what happened with Dylan. Fang, of all people, should understand why I broke up with HIM. Tears stung my eyes as the unwanted memories flooded back.

I turned to face him, "You know what. Out of all the 3,000 people that go to our school, I thought you would understand. You of all people actually know what happened. That is, because you were there when it happened. Because it was at your house when it happened. Don't you remember?"

He looked ashamed "Max please, I didn't mean it-" and put his hands up to try to calm me down. But that just enraged me even more and I cut him off.

"Oh yea, you were having the biggest party of the year. Everyone was there, and everyone was drunk. They were all doing stupid things. But your buddy Dylan? The one that you introduced me to? He got beyond messed up. He almost ruined my whole life. That was until, you stopped him. You stopped Dylan from raping me, and you beat the holy shit out of him, remember?" I said the tears finally spilling over and I wiped them away angrily.

"Listen, I don't know why I said that, please just stop-" he tried to get out, but I wouldn't let him.

"Yea Fang. I don't know why you said that either, since it is completely irrelevant to what really happened. You didn't have to save me, you know. You could've just walked away and let him do what he wanted. Wait a second, is that what brought this up? Do you regret saving me?" I said, my walls breaking down, and my curiosity trying to figure things out.

"Max, I don't regret saving you at all. And that is the damn truth, believe or not. Do you really want to know why I saved you? It's because I have l-"

"Just stop Fang! Just stop lying because you feel sorry for me!" I screeched and covered my ears, "I'm so sick of you. I thought I hated you 16 years ago, and I thought I hated you this morning. But right now? The hate is beyond words. I never want to see you again, you selfish asshole." I whispered and walked away from his shocked face, to go home and lay in my bed.

All I can say is, Welcome to My Life, everyone.