Hey guys, I'm back. I guess I should explain why I was being so depressing in the last A/N…I was having a very difficult time with life in general. My grades were going down the toilet, and that was stressing me out. My major issue though, was that a very close friend of mine (and his brother) passed away in a really bad car accident. I knew this guy for 8 years and it was really a devastating sort of shock. I'm doing a better now. I mean, nothing can ever replace him and the place he holds in my heart, but I am healing and trying to move on.
SO, enough with my sad life. Moving on.
Disclaimer. I don't own the books, nor do I own Iggy (unfortunately). –he's not even in this chapter :'(
"Max?" A muffled voice called through the door. I straightened at my place in front of the piano and frantically swiped at my tears.
The door creaked open, and in stepped a cautious Fang. His eyes scanned the room for a moment, a hidden curiosity in them, before he spotted me. His eyes met my eyes and I immediately knew that he knew that I'd been crying.
"Max." He said my name like a tired sigh and I bowed my head in momentary shame. "Why are you crying?" He sounded more like a father scolding a young child that someone that was supposed to be my best friend that just found me crying. A pang of annoyance bubbled up through my shame.
Couldn't a girl cry in peace anymore? And who did he think he was, acting like he had the authority to deem the appropriateness of my tears? If he didn't care, then he shouldn't ask! I had no way to articulate these thoughts without words, so I simply shook my head 'no'.
"I don't know what you're trying to say, Max." I shook my head 'no' again. "Why won't you just talk to me?" He practically screamed.
My mouth dropped open and I gaped at him in shock. This was why he was so mad at me? He was supposed to be the one to understand me. He was supposed to be the only one I could count on. He was the one that I thought could be patient for me. He was supposed to be the only one that cared about whether or not I was actually comfortable enough to finally speak.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." Fang started softly, seeing the shocked look on my face. "I just…it's just…I miss you, Max. I miss the sound of your voice, and your annoying-but-clever sarcastic remarks. I probably miss your voice more than anyone else, because I know how much there is to miss. I miss the way you used to hum all the time, and how you used to argue with anyone –everyone! Max, I miss how you used to stand up for yourself. You never used to take crap from anyone. What happened to my best friend? Where did she go? Why did she retreat so far into herself that not even I could pull her back out? I thought we would always be on the same page, but lately, I'm just wondering where you are."
I blinked at the length of his speech before the enormity of what he had just said hit me like a ton of bricks. For just a second, I felt the pangs of my heart breaking before anger boiled up inside me again. I tried to think of something to show him how much his words hurt me. How alienated I suddenly felt. I thought I could count on him.
Where was I? What happened to me?
Where was I? Where was he for an entire year of me living in misery? His mom said he knew that something was wrong, if he thought that then why hadn't he done something sooner? I opened my mouth –ready to tell him exactly what I thought. No words came out.
I tried to make myself speak, but I was too angry to even think of words let alone voice them. I searched the room and spotted what I needed. I shoved past Fang and stalked across the room in about four steps.
I furiously grabbed a broken piece of chalk. I was so mad –I still couldn't think of something clever to write. I stared at the board blankly for a moment before finally scribbling two words and walking out of the room. I left without another glance at Fang. I didn't even try to see his face as I left him standing there, staring at the angry words I'd written –the first words I'd 'said' in two years.
So, there you have it. Things are really heating up. This was all actually 3 pages on word, but it looks so short on here.
Also, I don't know if anyone noticed but I never actually had them play whatever game Max chose in gym. I kept trying to work it in, but it just wasn't going to happen, so I just skipped over it. I'm sorry if it bothers anyone. If you really wanted to know, just let me know and I might include a little one-shot at the end. Who knows?
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. I didn't have her talk, but I feel like writing it down was still pretty close.