Jessica's pov

I opened the big wooden door and before I could even enter the house, I heard my mother's angry voice. Hearing dozen curses, I concluded that she was probably again watching some stupid match. Sighing, I took off my shoes and walked quickly up the stairs, into the living room. Mom was sitting on the sofa, with her legs crossed, dressed in nothing more than a too big Real Madrid T-shirt.

Yeah, that's her. The best surgeon in USA, the world champion in kick-boxing, wife of one of the greatest business man in the world. Maxine Gunther-Hagen.

"Mom, I'm home" I called as I approached her. Surprised to hear my voice, she fell of the sofa and heavily landed on the floor. Swearing under her breath, she lifted up on her elbows and looked at me from under her bangs. She slightly narrowed her eyebrows as her eyes roamed up and down my body. Probably she wasn't happy about what I wore. I had short, black skirt on and airy, blue shirt with straps.

"Jessica! " she exclaimed as she stood up and hugged me. I hugged her back, feeling slightly uncomfortable in her iron grip. After a while, she finally let me go.

"How was school? " she asked, casually brushing a long streak of my hair behind my ear. Her head was turned in my direction, though her eyes kept escaping to the screen.

" The usual" I answered, shrugging. Making out with my boyfriend, gossiping with Lissa and Brigid, making fun of Tess... Mom rolled her eyes and sighed loudly.

"Yeah? You sure you didn't get any D's today?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me. Laughing nervously, I slowly shook my head.

"Ha ha... No...Well-"

"Max, help me a bit?" dad interrupted me, as shuffling he entered the living-room. I slowly let out the breath I was holding and in my mind thanked God for saving me from my mother. Then I turned my attention back to dad, who was ineffectively trying to tie his tie.

"I've got a little problem with this little bast-" he complained, but stopped in his mid-tracks, as he eyed my mother. "What are you wearing! We're going to the ball tonight, have you forgotten! Go change into that dress I bought you not so long ago. " he insisted, angrily waving his tie. "Jessi, bring it here. You know, the little black from Gucci"

I nodded my head and went to the wardrobe to search for it. Fortunately it hung at the top, so I had no problem with finding it. I pulled it from the rack and quickly went back to the room to give to dad. He thanked me and handed to mother.

"Dylan! I never agreed to it! I'm not going anywhere, especially not in a dress!" Mom yelled, throwing it back to him. Then her gaze landed on me, as she glared at me for being a traitor. I gave a her a apologetic look, which after a while she returned with a smile.

"Zero pocket money till the end of the month. And now, go to your room and do the homework" and with that, she picked up the dress and left the room.

Don't mind me I'm just a line break Guanachella

After hours spent with math, exhausted I fell on my bed and closed my eyes. I had enough of this unintelligible subject till the end of my life.

Suddenly, I heard my phone ringing. I groaned loudly and reluctantly rolled off the bed. I approached my desk, on which it was lying. Angrily, I stared at the screen and saw my boyfriend's number.

"Hello?" I asked, changing my mood into a cheerful one.

" Hi, babe. You're coming to my party tonight, right?" his deep voice sounded from the handset. My eyes widened, because I have completely forgotten about it.

"Um, sure Fang. I just have to ask my mom" I answered sweetly. Fang chuckled, knowing what kind of person my mom was.

" So I guess I will see at 8pm?" he hinted and I laughed in reply.

"Sure . Can't wait to see you " I lilted and blew him a kiss.

"Ok, bye" he hanged up and I squealed form happiness. I loved Fang with all my heart. He was a perfect boyfriend.

Suddenly mom ran into my room. She was breathing heavily, as she turned around my room, searching for a place to hide.

"Hide me somewhere! Dylan is trying to tie me up! " she exclaimed. I rolled me eyes at her and gently pushed her out of my room.

"Sorry, but no. You have to wear a dress on a ball and I'm sure you don't want to disappoint dad." I maintained, crossing my arms across my chest.

She gave a loud sigh, but slowly shuffled toward the toilet to change.

Max pov

You can do it. It's not that hard. You can- No I can't! I was fighting with myself since five minutes and it didn't give any effects. I sat down on the bathtub and glared at the dress.

Yeah, vent your anger on unliving objects. Way to go Max. Finally I gave up and put it on. It was so freaking tight. I rubbed my sides and muttered unintelligent words under my nose.

"Mom! Can you please come to my room." I heard Jessica's wailing voice. She sounded nervous and ... scared? Being the overprotective mother, I usually am, I burst the toilet door open and ran to her room. Jessica was standing next to her bed and slightly shaking. I approached her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

"Baby, what wrong?" I asked softly. With her trembling hand, she pointed to the balcony. I frowned, when I saw a dark shadow behind the curtain. Someone was there. I burned with fury and with too much force opened the balcony door. It broke , but I didn't care. I caught the persons sleeve and brought him to my face.

"You pervert ! How dare you peek at my daughter! I'll rip out your lungs and make you eat them" his eyes widened with fear and I smirked with satisfaction. That's right. Be afraid of me. Then, Jessica entered the balcony and her eyes landed on the guy I was holding. They widened a bit and her mouth formed into an "o".

"Mom? Let him go!" she wailed, as she approached us.

I shot her a confused look. Why was she so protective over a pervert.

"That's Fang. My boyfriend, mom " she explained, as she wrapped her slim arm, around his waist. I still didn't understand. Was she dating a pervert ?The boy nodded and tried to release himself from my grasp, but I glared at him, so he stopped.

Jessica POV

After hours of explanation, my mom finally left us alone. Fang let out a loud sigh and I smacked his head.

"Ouch! What was that for? " he asked, rubbing his head. I rolled my eyes.

"Guess, smart boy. What were you doing at my balcony? " I asked, dead serious. Was he that desperate to see me in my pajama?

" I tried to be romantic and climb up to you" he explained. Then he picked up something from the floor. Red roses.

" They were looking great, until your grizzly mother decided to burst in and destroy them. " he commented and I awed at him. That was just sooo sweet of him. I gave him a bear hug and he hugged me back. Then after a while, I hit his arm.

"What did I do now? " he asked, slightly annoyed with me hitting him.

" You called my mom grizzly " I pointed out. He rolled his dark eyes and smirked at me

"She is one and to tell you the truth, a sexy one " I rolled my eyes at him and he cracked a smile.

Max pov

" Are we there yet? " I asked Dylan once again. He sighed loudly and in a slightly annoyed tone answered

" No, Max. Just like I said fifty times before "

I spun in my chair and winced loudly. He shot me a glance and slowly shook his head " Sometimes you act, like such a baby" He commented. I shot him a glance, but didn't reply.

We stayed in silent, listening to music. I was staring blankly, through the window, when one of my favourite song's started. My Chemical Romance - " Welcome to the Black Parade "I was humming it to myself, when Dylan changed the radio station. I frowned and changed it back.

"Max, stop " he contended in dead serious ton . " I have to concentrate on the road and your music bothers me "

I groaned loudly and didn't let go.I was way too bored to listen to his stupid complains. " Na na " just started and I absolutely loved this song . I started to sing out loud just to annoy him.

"Drugs , gimme drugs

I don't need them ,

but I'll sell what I get

take the cash

and kee-mmm! "

Dylan, put his hand over my mouth and I licked it. Disgusted, he took the hand away and wiped it on the seat.

I seized the opportunity and turned the volume on max. Dylan brought his hands to his ears and switched the radio off. And then everything happened so fast. Dylan realized he didn't hold the steering wheel, but it was a bit too late. With horror in our eyes, we crashed into a tree .

I guess you already know that I'm a line break . But ... surprise I'm not a line break , I'm line breaks clone :D

Carefully, I opened my eyes and sat up. Everything hurt me like hell, but luckily I didn't seem to have any serious injuries. Slowly I crawled out of Dylan's damaged Ferrari and looked around. We were about two kilometers away from the ball. I glanced back at the car and realized Dylan was still in there. His forehead was bleeding and he was still unconscious. Carefully I pulled him out and lay on the pavement.

"Dyl , wake up " I whispered, into his ear. With my black dress, I wiped his bloody forehead." Dylan, baby! Please open your eyes. " I cried louder and lightly shook his shoulders. Still, no reaction.

" Don't you dare to die on me, bastard! " I shouted through tears " I-I'm sorry! I won't ever bother you with my music again, just please live! " I was sobbing loudly.

Then I heard coughing and my husband, slowly opened his beautiful eyes. Not believing it, I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. Then I laughed delightfully and gave him a bear hug.

"I thought I lost you forever" I whispered through my tears, still into much shock to do anything else. Dylan slowly wrapped his arms around me and leaned his head against my forehead.

"Whoa, maybe I should faint more often " he admitted. I smacked his arm playfully and he laughed silently, but then hissed from pain. I looked at him pitifully and gave him a light peck on cheek.

" Whatever. I'm just glad, that you're alive " I revealed and he smiled at me once again.

"Yeah , I'm glad , I'm alive as well. " I shot him a look and he chuckled " Joking. I'm happy that nothing bad happened to you. And taking about bad ... " he said and pointed to his Ferrari.

It was totally kaput , as the German would say .

"So what we're gonna do? " I asked, groaning loudly. Dylan shrugged

" Let's go to the ball . It's 30 kilometers closer than our house. There we'll get some help. " he answered. I sighed loudly at the idea. It's not like I had problem with walking. I had problem with walking on my deadly high heels. So I took them off and both me and Dyl went ahead to reach the damn ball.

We have been walking already for half an hour and still we didn't reach it.

"Are you sure we're going in the right direction? " I asked and Dylan nodded.

"I'm hungry! " I winced and he chuckled

"Normal woman would say that she's tired. Only you can worry about food at such time " he said with a smile and I stabbed him with my elbow. He shot me an angry look as he rubbed his stomach.

"You're too bru-" he tripped and fell head long. I burst out laughing and he glared at me. Then he picked up the thing he stumbled over. It was purple and had green stripes. It was ball shaped and it was shining.

" What's this? " Dyl asked. I took it from him and turned it around in my hands.

" No idea " I answered. Suddenly it began to make strange sounds. My eyes went wide as I threw it away.

"It's going to explo- " KA-BOOM ! It thrown me into the air on about five meters . I fell down on the hard ground and started to cough. When the dust dropped I unsteadily stood up and searched for Dylan. He was two meters away from me. When he saw me, he waved at me. I ran to him and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Are you alright? " he asked and I mumbled yes into his chest. He brushed the dirt off my dress and untangled my hair.

"Let's go " he said and I nodded my head.

"But... What was that?! " I exclaimed and he just shrugged.

I'm the line break , who's clone was earlier

When we finally reached the ball, the first thing I did was shooing everyone away from the table and eating everything that left. When I was full, Nudge, my best friend forced me to wash and change my clothes. By accident she brought me a dress. Yeah, right. I guess she brought it in case I came here in my usual clothes.

The ball itself, wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Dylan made the business, I hand wrestled with all males here, winning of course.

Nudge offered to gives us a lift home.

But there a completely new story starts.