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"This is getting out of hand!" That was Jeb.
Jeb.
The name sends an odd assault of emotions across my already overly-emotional brain. I remembered how a few weeks ago he had actually snapped back at me, saying he had had enough of my attitude and that I should be grateful he rescued me from the School in the first place. That had been a wakeup call, sort of. It just took a bullet from an enemy to totally make me give him a little bit of trust back. Not enough to consciously admit it, but it was still there.
"No," Dylan said, and my super-sonic hearing picked up on what sounded like human contact. Dylan blocking Jeb from doing something?
And no, in case you were wondering, I wasn't eavesdropping. They were standing right outside my door.
"Let her rest," Dylan again. He sounded like he actually cared. Like Jeb was legitimately pissing him off. Good for him. I can only hope after his failed suicide attempt Dylan had aged a bit. At least enough to not snatch random needles off the ground and inject them into his skin. If you're going to kill yourself, do it right Dyl, I thought bitterly. Though of course I didn't mean it. Any more deaths, or random flock members leaving, or anything else like that would throw me completely off, and I'd never leave this room.
"She's been resting for two days!" Jeb said, sounding peeved. Good, I thought.
"And she can continue to rest for as long as she needs to rest," Dylan suddenly had an icy steel to his voice. A chilling tone I had only heard him utter once.
I knew they would continue to argue so I sat up, groaning, and yanked the door open. "What?!" I asked, not in the mood to talk to either of them. Neither of them was very high on my list of favorite people.
"Max, I tried sending him away," Dylan asked, his sincere blue eyes digging into my brown, unforgiving eyes."
"It's okay," I said, annoyed that he felt he had to protect me. I didn't need anyone. "So what do you want?" I directed the question at Jeb. He looked me in the eye.
"Max," Jeb began. "We need to talk."
"Can't it wait?" I practically snarled at him.
"I'm afraid not. Not when you just plan on up and leaving the Flock," Jeb's eyes bore into mine with a gaze so intense that I was basically forced to look down.
"Tell Angel to stay out of my head," I said through gritted teeth, annoyed more than anything else. Why would Angel be reading my thoughts now? After everything she did? After Fang left me? Why?
"I asked her to keep a tab on your thoughts. For a while anyway," Dylan asked, his face practically begging for forgiveness. "I'm sorry Max. But I was worried something like this was going to happen, and that you'd just leave to look for Fang," When he said Fang his pretty face turned to a scowl for a quick moment, before returning back to its former beauty.
"Tel l her to stop," I said, slamming the door.
It's not like they can really expect me to stay. Not with Fang gone. True, this was basically proving every point in Fang's letter. This was proving him right; that I cared more about him than the rest of the Flock. Which wasn't true, I just…need him with me when I take care of everyone else. I saw a movie once where some girl needed closure in order to move on. Maybe I was just seeking closure?
Either way, tomorrow I was going to tell the Flock Iggy was in charge until I got back. I would come back. With or without Fang.
