Fang POV

The look in Max's eyes went from happy and careless to murderous and fierce. I could almost see her trembling with rage. He must've gotten her something pretty bad for her to be that mad. Iggy was on my left, stretched across the three section couch, except for the last little bit where Max was. Sam was next to me on the two sectioned couch. And Dylan was in the single chair across from me. I seemed to be the only one aware of what was happening though because Iggy was amusing himself by making pictures on the icing of his cupcake with his tongue while Sam stared out the sliding glass door near him.

"Where's my hug?" Dylan asked her.

"You don't get a hug for this." Max hissed. "Why would you get a hug?"

"Well I know you don't wanna kiss me so I thought that you could just wear that for me. You wouldn't have to kiss me. I'm being considerate." I looked at him incredulously, but he didn't see. He wanted Max to wear something inappropriate, I knew that much. Max scoffed at him.

"You're being considerate?" She stood up and threw the box across the floor once she had the lid back on. I lifted the lid to see what he had gotten her and noticed it was full of thongs. Anger flared inside me. I grabbed the box and stood up right behind Max, ready to back her up. Dylan was starting to stand up and Iggy and Sam finally snapped back into reality, but they were just watching. Max took slow steps that were menacing and scary, herding Dylan toward the front door like if she were herding sheep. Even though I could only see the back of her head, I knew that Max's eyes were like two bullets that shot through his head. I was really glad at the moment that I wasn't Dylan.

Once Dylan was almost backed up toward the front door, Max reached around him to open it. Dylan tried to run the other direction . . . right into me. I held him still and shoved him outside after Max stepped away from the entry. Dylan stood there; facing Max and I. She stood right in front of him and gave him a look that made him cringe.

"Well, what am I going to do with your present?" He asked upsettingly. Max reached behind herself and yanked the box out of my hands. She threw them at Dylan.

"Why don't you use them for what they're for, and shove them up your ass?" She yelled, and then she slammed the door shut in his face. She stayed there for a second, breathing heavily, before turning around and looking straight into my eyes. I looked at her for a moment, noticing the pieces of green in her chocolate brown eyes. I lost connection with her when she pushed me aside to run up to her room.

"Let's go on facebook and see if she changes her status to "single"." Iggy suggested.

"She doesn't have a facebook." I said tiredly.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Huh." He leaned his head down on the armrest. Sam stood up.

"I think I'll go check on her, see how she's doing." He said.

"No you're not." I told him. "If anything, she'll want to talk to her best friend, not her ex-boyfriend." I could see anger in Sam's eyes but ignored it. He sat back down as I walked to the kitchen. I opened up the freezer part of the fridge and grabbed the carton of chocolate ice-cream and a spoon. When I walked back out into the den, Iggy glanced up at me.

"What's the ice-cream for?"

"I think I read somewhere that chocolate and ice-cream are the two main things that make girls feel better. I'm about to test that little theory." I explained and Iggy went back to doing nothing. Sam kept looking at me in disgust as I made my way up the stairs.

I made a slight knock at Max's door, hoping that she would hear me since she wasn't crying . . . from what I could hear. She called me in and I poked my head through to see her sitting on her bed with her iPod.

"Hey." She said weirdly happy.

"Umm, hi?" I took a few steps into her room and shut the door behind me.

"Are you holding chocolate ice-cream?" She sounded a little skeptic.

"Do you want me to put it back?" I raised an eyebrow and gestured to the door. After a moment of silence she waved me over to sit next to her. I held the ice-cream out to her and she took it as well as the spoon.

"So, are you upset?"

"Why would I be upset?" she mumbled, since she was mid-bite. Some of the ice-cream dribbled out of her mouth.

"Classic Max." I sighed. She smiled and continued eating. "I was thinking you might be upset because of your break up with Dylan." I continued. Max snorted.

"I'm glad! He was a sexist, lying, rude, disgusting, foul, evil, little cockroach!"

"Exactly how did he lie?" She set the ice-cream aside, it was already empty. I was hoping it was close to being finished before she started.

"He told me that he suggested to his girlfriend that they should have sex but they didn't have to if she didn't want to. Apparently, she freaked out and broke up with him for even thinking of it. But based on the "present" I got tonight, I have a feeling that he didn't care if she wanted to or not. I just feel stupid that I fell for his act." She concluded.

"He played the pity card." I informed her. "Most girls fall for it. They like guys who show that they have feelings and are sensitive. It's just the way you are."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm gonna head off to bed though; I'm pretty tired."

"Well, you're gonna need the rest, we have a big day tomorrow."

So sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been working at getting As and Bs at school. I have the first 8 chapters of Angel up for anyone who wants to read it. Please review and hopefully, I'll update soon!