•Fang•
~18YearsOld~
"Fang! Come on man let's go!" Iggy yelled, getting out of my car. "The faster we go in, the faster we come out!"
I looked over at the house across the street and watched as my class mates ran around drinking and smoking, celebrating their last year of high school.
I sighed. "Alright."
Iggy grinned and ran off towards the house with me on his tail.
How a blind guy found parties and social event fun, I'd never know.
Once inside, the smell of alcohol and marijuana hit my nose and I had to force myself not to turn around and leave.
"Come on, man. This is our last party as seniors! Drink a little, enjoy yourself!"
I took the drink Iggy was offering me and took a sip. Believe me when I say it tasted like mouthwash mixed with orange juice.
"There you go! Now let's have some fun!" Iggy said, feeling his way around the room to find a girl he could use the 'blind' card on.
Yeah. . . fun.
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•Fang•
~27YearsOld~
"Damn, my boss is an absolute slave driver, and he thinks that fourteen an hour is enough to live off? Well he can suck my butt." Iggy groaned, leaning back in his chair.
I sipped my coffee and listened to him ramble on about how much his life sucked.
"What do you expect? You work as a mattress salesman."
Iggy looked over at me and rolled his eyes. "Sorry Mr. Perfect, not all of us can be FBI agents."
I shrugged and looked out at the street. "Being in the FBI really isn't all it's made out to be-" I said, but Iggy's mind was somewhere else and not paying any attention to me.
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FanfictionMax is what someone would call a "bad girl". She was that girl in high school that could make or break your reputation and a party wasn't a party unless she was there. Fang was more of a wallflower. He kept to himself and even if he did attend the...
