How could he do this? Why would he leave? Well, he had clearly told me why, but still. I mean, why would he think that he shouldn't be here. Was it because of Dylan? But, I felt like Dylan understood me and Fang. Was it Dylan that had said something to Fang that made him leave? Maybe I would need to do some interrogating later on, when I actually felt like getting up.
I had been in bed for three days since Fang had left, and I was still in bed. I had tissues all over the floor, my eyes were all red and puffy, my head was pounding, and my heart was hurting like hell. I never thought someone could feel like this. I mean, I had, had plenty of broken bones, black eyes, cuts, and bruises in my life, but my mom was right. There was something besides physical pain, and it hurt even worse.
"Max?" I turned over in my bed and saw a beautiful, tanned, blue eyed, honey haired beauty. Dylan. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine," I say, untruthfully.
"Oh, well do you want something to eat?" Dylan says with his amazing blue eyes sparkling in the sliver of sunlight pouring through my curtains. Apparently I hadn't completely succeed in making my room a void of darkness. Crap. He could probably see my puffy, red face. UGH!
"Yeah, chocolate." I say. That was the only thing that really sounded good to me. (Go figure.)
"Well actually Dr. Martinez said you should probably eat something healthy. So, she sent me up here with this," Dylan walked in and in his hands was a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup. YUM!
"Oh," I said. I slowly started to change my mind about what I wanted to eat. "Whatever," I sat up and took the bowl from Dylan and sniffled. He handed me a tissue and sat down on the edge of my bed. I blew my nose and started eating my soup, not even looking at Dylan.
"So, how are you really feeling, Max?" Dylan had a worried look in his eyes. I must admit, he was really cute, and kinda funny, and sensitive, and... MAX! What are you thinking! You're Fang's not Dylan's. You are in LOVE with Fang, you don't even really know Dylan. Besides the fact that we were meant to be together, and you know what I said to that piece of crap? Screw it. Dylan could find a different "soul mate" for all I cared.
"I told you, Dylan, I'm fine," I said giving him a cold look.
"Well, everyone is really worried. So, I'm guessing that's probably a sign that you're not okay." Every one was worried? Wow, was it that bad?
Dylan got up off my bed and started walking towards the door. As he was about to walk out the door he turned around and looked at me in a wonderfully gentle way, and said, "If you wanna talk, just holler, Max. I'll be there."