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Chapter 3: Gag Me with a Spoon

Max's POV

"Beep! Beep!" I shot up from bed fast as lightning and karate chopped the beeping explosive by my bed. Crap. Note to self: alarm clocks are not explosives.

Ugh. Yet another day of school. I headed over to my closet and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. My stomach growled at the smell of pancakes being cooked downstairs. What would I do without Iggy; he's practically my personal chef.

Iggy's POV

"Hey Ig?"

I heard a quiet voice coming from behind my bedroom door and could imagine the small blonde figure of Angel entering my room.

"What do you want?" I said with more fierceness than intended, but I was in a bad mood, what else can I say? I was lying on my bed and had been ever since the end of the school day. I had been thinking about Max. Stupid Max. Always caring about Fang and never about anyone else. I hate her!

"I need to talk to you about Max," Angel said calmly, as she closed the door behind her.

At the sound of Max's name, I bolted upright. Ig, be cool. Remember, you hate Max. Get a grip. Angel probably doesn't have anything interesting to say anyway, I told myself, as my heart began to race at the thought of all the things a mind-reader could reveal to you. "What about Max?" I tried to say as calmly as possible.

"I think she loves you."

My heart stopped. Max? Me? Really? How did she know? Never mind, that's an obvious question: mind-reader. But did Max really love me? Then a horrible thought came into my mind. Gazzy. Maybe he spilled to Angel about yesterday's conversation and this is just a really horrible joke. I swear I'm gonna strangle that kid.

"Just stop, Angel! I know this is just a joke. Get out! I don't want to hear the rest of your and Gazzy's planned monologue. Just leave me alone!" I yelled.

"I'm not joking Iggy! I heard her thinking that she didn't know what she'd do without you. And I came here to tell you that you should ask here to the school dance on Friday. But whatever, if you want to accuse me of being mean and not take my advice, then I'm out!" I heard Angel stomp her feet and slam the door. I fell back on my bed and rubbed my face. My mind racing with thoughts. Was Angel telling the truth?