Thanks for sticking with me guys! ENJOY! (and sorry about the chapter mix up!) and, is this what you meant by switching lines when a new person talks? Its kinda confusing, please let me know if I did it right! -Mini

things got very weird between me and Fang...awkward to say the least. "Max...you might want to turn around now" Angel said, concerned. I spun around. "Ari," I breathed. crap. crap. crap...

Chapter 2. "Miss me?" Ari snarled. "How did you find us here." I shot back at him. "How do you think, The School isn't good for nothing" he smiled, viciously revealing his even bigger and yellower fangs.
"Oh really, I never got that impression." I scoffed. "So, where are the rest of your little winged friends. Ari smirked as he looked around. Luckily Angel had hidden herself in a cupboard.
Yup, it's only me, so you might just want to come back another day┘you know, more of us to kill." I lied in a fake sweet-sounding tone. (the others had gone into town with Anne to buy more school supplies)
"Oh, Max," he said scolding, "you know we don't work that way," he said, grabbing my wrists. I swung around and kicked him hard, and if I were a guy, I would not want to be kicked there. (If you know what I mean) He doubled over in pain. I stood there, ready to fight any more Erasers that might burst out at any second. Thankfully none did. Ari slowly got to his feet, and looked at me fearfully. I braced myself for that moment when his anger towards me would over come me. Now was that moment. I ducked as swung at my face. He lunged towards me, and I grabbed his feet. "ANGEL RUN!" I screamed and she bolted out of the cupboard, knocking Ari over. We jumped out the window and unfurled our wings. We landed in back of the store where everyone was, and ran inside. We found them in the aisle marked "Backpacks, Messenger Bags" and God, did Fang look sexy in those black jeans that he was wearing. "MAX!!!"a little Angel voice screamed inside my head "EWW!" "That's what you get for going into other people's thought's Angel. I thought back at her. We told Anne that we needed to "move on" and took flight again a few minutes later. I knew where we were going. The home of the best chocolate chip cookie maker since┘since┘ever. I looked at Fang as we were flying. He looked back at me with one of those "I can't wait until we're alone" looks, and moved closer, "We should tell them." I whispered to him.
"Tell them what?" he asked quietly. "About, you know. Us." It felt weird saying that to Fang, but I knew it had to be said. "Uh, yeah, I guess so," Fang muttered, blushing slightly. This made me smile, because it meant that he actually cared about me, and he wasn't putting on an act for the media, or all the stories being written about us. And that made me happy, genuinely happy. :-)

hope you enjoyed this chapter! R & R! please! -mini