So, so far in the story Max is extremely jealous of the Red-Headed Wonder, Lissa. It will explain later on in the story that Lissa suspected the flock was hiding something due to the fact that Fang had been acting so strange. Max interferes and 'protects the gang' by saying that that was just Fang and I will most definitely not tell the entire story here so ha! Anyway, just read…it gets better, really.
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"If only she could pry her hands and mouth off of you, for once…we wouldn't have been in that mess."Max cried.

"QUIT BLAMING HER! You're the one that had to go and announce to the entire world that I was some kind of…some kind of…freak!" Fang accused.

"Of course you'd want to blame me and not your girlfriend! And uh…news flash! YOU ARE A FREAK!"

"She is not my girlfriend and would you stop getting so jealous?" that did it. It stopped Maximum right there, her mouth agape and her eyes wild and large with bewilderment almost as if her eyes grew bigger to hold more anger. Even Fang froze, his usually calm aura perturbed by his own words. Max stalked off to her room clearly upset and just left Fang out there in the hallway. He felt… bad, for once. He knew it was the truth but really, she had to start facing the facts and not get so angry, right?

"Are you done yet?" he turned and looked down to see Nudge, her brown curly hair framing her dark face in a wild disarray. "We've been trying to sleep but…" she trailed off and motioned, with her hand, Max's room.

"Sorry, Nudge. Try and get some sleep now, will you?"

"It's about time." Nudge, for the first time in her life only said those three words in a sentence.

As soon as Nudge left, Angel came. "She's mad at you, you know."

"Yeah, she's been at it lately."

"Max just really…trusts…you. She's probably hurt." Angel chose her words carefully, not wanting to expose all she knew about Max's feelings…things not even Max knew yet.

"Well, I guess. I don't see the point in apologizing yet…she's the one that started it!" Fang justified. Angel gave him a weird look as if to say 'are you 14 or 4?'.

"I guess I'll just see if she's okay." Fang said helplessly. Angel just smiled, boy she was good.

In Max's room, her seething anger seemed to raise the temperature of the entire quarter. Boy, was she mad. What made her even angrier was that only Fang could get to her like this. There was definitely no other boy in the world that could say so little and mean so much. "Ugh! The nerve! Crap, I hate him so much." Angry and frustrated tears were threatening to come to her eyes and she could actually sense the smoldering heat of them as she blinked the tears away. That was another thing that really got to her: she'd never even thought about crying over a boy…till now. Till Fang. She'd never thought about it till that stupid, arrogant, snooty, stuck-up, egoistical F-

"You okay?" His voice was husky and beautiful; it seemed to have sent a shock through Max because she jumped in the bed and blinked, as if she cleared her eyes Fang might disappear. Her hair wisped as she turned to face him, why is he so perfect? She mentally shook that thought from her head as if it was a snake.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Max stated stoically. Fang knew she was proud like him, so he just let out a sigh and didn't mention how her voice cracked when she talked…as if she was going to cry.

"I didn't mean what I said out there." He said, remorsefully, looking down at the beige carpet.

"Wait, was that…was that…an apology?" Max asked hoarsely. Fang never apologized. No, he was always right…even when he was clearly wrong. Fang sat down on the bed, facing his best friend.

"I don't really know how to say this." Out of the many teenage movies Max had seen, so many of them had the boy say this to a girl when asking her out to something. That was why her heart beat fast at those mere and simple words.

"I mean, I have never really had a chance to say this…before…" he wandered off and so did his eyes so they were looking at the headboard.

"What is it, Fang?" Ask me already! She begged in her head.

"It feels right with Lissa. I'm gonna ask her out. What do you say?" His voice rang through her had. Right with Lissa…ask her out…what do you say?

Her eyes found his and her heart melted. He was asking her. Just not the right question. Could it be that all this was just hormones? Could it be that the surreal feeling she got every time they shared a glance was all just a trick of the mind? Could it be that maybe she really was just jealous? Three questions and scenarios, one answer: yes. It could be. She looked down at her lap. She hated having to be anything like those jealous bitches you see on TV. She was nothing like that. Prove it. Damn that voice. No. Maximum Ride didn't need help. At least, not from him. She was strong, fierce, and independent. She wasn't jealous. She never would be. And she could so prove it.

"You should ask her. I can tell she likes you." Her voice sounded happy for him, completely masking everything that she was feeling on the inside. See, Voice? Or hear, I guess. I can survive without him. I will survive without him.

"I'm… sorry… about what I had said, back there, then. I know you, Max. You've proven to be a great friend, you'd never let friendship go over something as stupid as jealousy."

"Ugh!"

"Kidding! Just kidding." He gave her an actual smile, patted her shoulder and gently closed the door.

"Not even a goodnight." She muttered as she climbed under the covers. See, he wasn't that caring or polite.

"Oh, I forgot to say a goodnight." Fang smiled at the doorway.

"Argh! GOODNIGHT!"

"Women." Fang muttered as he closed the door.

I love this. The Voice was obviously not sharing her remorseful and tense mood.

"Why are you so gleeful?" Max interrogated. "This hasn't exactly been field day for me."

I'm just happy because I'm right.

"About what, exactly?"

You do have feelings for him.

"Yeah, pity."

Max barely slept that night, sick and tired of hiding her feelings. She just couldn't believe how terrible this situation really was so she spent a few hours cursing Lissa for having taken away Fang from her. Then again he never really was hers.

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Read and Review people! I have been working tremendously hard on this story and I even looked up something in the dictionary. It was terrible, I learned something! Okay, I admit it was the online dictionary…but still! I could have been doing something else. Not that I can think of anything. Just R&R. Please. Prithee. Pray you. I'm begging.