My first fanfic in the Maximum Ride section. Hope you guys like it.

My one and only disclaimer for this story: I do not own Maximum Ride. Or Fang. Or Iggy. Or Nudge. Or Gazzy. Or Angel. Or any of the hateful red-heads...

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The Confrontation

"How've you been?" he asks me, leaning forward in his seat. He clasps his hands together and rests his elbows on his dark-wash, jean-clad knees. His dark hair was in – what seemed like usual—disarray on his forehead, the back of it lightly brushing his black hoodie. Black ear buds were poking out of the hoodie's pockets. His fashion sense hadn't changed a bit.

"It's not like you care," I drawl coldly. My knees were pulled against my chest with my arms wrapped around them in an attempt to keep myself closed off from him. My light brown hair with natural blonde and red sun streaks, was curtaining the sides of my face, keeping people from seeing what I'm really feeling.

"Of course I do! You used to be my best friend!" he exclaims in a soft voice, not wanting to draw attention to our conversation. The sincerity in his response made my stare turn icy.

"Emphasis on 'used to'."

He looks at me. "Why are you acting like this?" The sad thing was that he had genuine confusion on his face. I don't remember him being this stupid.

"Since when did you talk so much?" I reply in a snarky tone.

"Max…" he huffs exasperatedly, leaning back into the comfy chair and crossing his arms.

I keep my face emotionless. "Fang…"

There was a moment of silence before he decides to break it. "Why did you leave?" he whispers, sadness was clearly swirling in his eyes. He drops his arms into his lap as if he didn't have enough will power to hold them up.

My throat tightens with anger as well as my fist while reciprocating his question with one of my one. "Why did you say that?"

We stare at each other, both of us completely aware that I was mentioning a life-changing event from our past. Though, I could see a glimmer of surprise in his obsidian eyes. As if he thought that it was over with and forgotten.

Let me tell you something.

It's very hard for me to forget.

But it's nearly impossible for me to forgive.

I hope you guys liked this. I know I do 8D, but if I didn't then that would mean I have a lack of self-esteem… I'm alright in that department. Sorta.

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