~~OK, so here's chapter 2. I decided to make it a little more FangXOC but there will be some FAX later on! Enjoy ;)

Two people cannot make up a group. So, I still had to find more people to recruit into my new gang, and for the life of me I could not figure out what to call it! I mean, Flock made sense—we were all bird kids. I guess I'd have to figure out when I actually had all the members.

I checked through all my e-mails, staying up all night in front of a computer, so much so that the glow off of it actually bleached my skin into becoming somewhat pale. But, flying out in front of the sun all day would make me tan again in no time, so I wasn't worried.

I found a guy named Aaron who seemed somewhat promising. He was a black belt in karate so he definitely had the power to kick some serious butt. So, I let him join our new group, too.

But still, this "Ever" girl was still the one to intrigue me the most. I mean, she was experimented on at the godforsaken School as well. I couldn't help but wonder about her. What was she like? How did she look like? And just what kind of mutant freak was she?

The fact that I was wondering so much about someone I'd never even met annoyed me to no end. I mean, I'm Fang, I'm not supposed to care.

Running a hand through my dark, long hair, I sighed. Max was still on the brain.

I just couldn't forget about all the time we had shared, all the history we had made, how happy she made me feel when I was with her.

And the way she called Dylan "Mr. Perfect" when we were out for coffee that one time that seemed so long ago still irked me. Though, the way she was so open and caring to me made me lose all the worries I had for her falling for Dylan.

Though, that was then. This is now.

I left the Flock. There was no doubt in my mind that Max hates me now. I mean, I can already see that hurt, betrayed face she's probably wearing.

And so the guilt creeps up again once more.

I bit my bottom lip, still wearing that uncaring mask, though. My thoughts should always be hidden. Being too vulnerable is a big weakness.

A ding from the computer brought me out of my train of thought.

It was an e-mail from Ever.

I immediately clicked on it, wondering why I was so eager to do so.

It read:

Hey, Fang. Where should I meet up with you for that interview, or whatever? It doesn't matter where. I'll come anyway.

Sincerely,

Ever.

My fingers danced across the keyboards and I told her to meet me in a coffee shop, giving her the exact address.

I know, I know, that's careless of me. How can I know whether she's trustworthy or not? But that stupid conscience of mine told me it'd be okay, and that there was nothing to worry about.

I anticipated the moment of her reply, and when her message finally popped up in my inbox, I immediately clicked on it. She said she'd meet me there tomorrow at three o'clock p.m.

And I had no idea of why I was even remotely excited.

The next morning I woke up in a tree. I had nowhere to go, but I was used to sleeping in trees just like I did when I was with the Flock.

I pang of angst erupted from within me. But I tried my best to ignore it.

This happens every time I think of the Flock, think of holding Angel in my arms when she was upset, think of blocking out Nudge's random outbursts of babbles, think of secretly scooting things closer to Iggy to make it easier for him, think of Gazzy's lame but hilarious jokes, think of my lips pressed against Max's.

I blocked out the thoughts by squeezing my eyes shut.

I didn't know what time it was, but I remembered my meeting with Ever. Jumping out of the tree and landing gracefully, even though I hadn't snapped out my dark-as-night wings, I started to run to the coffee shop that I told her to meet me at.

Once I got there I saw that the clock read one forty-five p.m.

I was early.

I was dressed in my usual black attire, and I saw all the teenage girls there looking at me and then quickly glancing away, giggling.

It annoyed me.

I sat in front of a computer that the coffee shop had (it was also an internet café) and looked at the comments in my blog. They were all the same. Most of them said things like "Why aren't you with the flock anymore!" and "why'd you break up with Max?" and crap like that. I ignored them all. But, occasionally they said "Since you're not with Max anymore, I'm open ;)". I also ignored those.

The clock ticked at an agonizing pace, but finally when it reached three o'clock, I took a seat at a table for two, waiting for Ever to walk in.

It just hit me that I had no idea how she'd look like and had no way of knowing who was Ever. Gosh, I'm stupid.

But then someone walked through the door, setting off a little ding that rang every time someone opened it.

And for some reason, I don't know why, but I suddenly knew that the girl who walked through was Ever.

And it took my breath away.

The girl was tall, as tall as me, and had long, silky black hair that stopped in the small of her back. She had emerald green, shining eyes, and was slender.

And beautiful.

The look on her face was uncaring, but she was looking around, and I knew for me.

Once her eyes stopped on me, I knew she knew I was Fang.

She slowly walked over and said, "Fang?"

I gave the smallest of nods and said, "Ever?"

She returned the gesture.

Ever pulled out a chair and sat across from me, saying nothing, waiting for me to say the first thing.

My cold, stone eyes merely looked at her, waiting to make the first comment. But when she didn't, and things got too awkward, I started.

"Do you have a last name?" Was the first thing I asked, which seemed stupid, but I was curious.

"Do you?"

I shook my head.

"Nor do I." A small smirk tugged at her glossy lips.

"Where are you from?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"California. Though, I know from your blogs you don't have a set destination, so I'm not going to bother asking the same question," She said, her fingers laced, her chin resting on her hands.

An image of Max suddenly popped up in my head, but I tried to shake it away.

"So," I started, "you were also experimented on at the School?"

"Yes."

"So what exactly are you?"

There was silence. And Ever said nothing for the longest of time, refusing to meet my gaze. "You'll just have to see."

I narrowed my eyes in anger. "Well, then. How can I let you join my little group if I don't even know what you are?"

"You can object me. You can refuse to let me in your little gang if you wish. See what happens."

I don't know why, but I liked the way she threatened me, dared me to even try and object her offer to join my gang.

I said nothing and exhaled.

"Alright then. So why, exactly, do you want to join?" I finally asked.

"I've been at the School, remember, Fang? I hate them just as much as you do. I want revenge, and I want to save this planet, too. I basically have the same objectives as you, which will make things much easier for you both you and I."

I gave a small nod. "OK, then. It's a deal. You're officially in."

"Who else is 'in'?" She put air quotes around the word.

"All I have so far is a guy named Aaron, a black belt, who I'll be interviewing tomorrow at the same time."

Ever nodded and smiled. "So why did you leave the Flock, exactly?"

I sighed, glaring away and refusing to meet her emerald eyes. "It's a long story."

"I have time."

"Look, I just met you. Why the hell should I tell you anything?" I snapped, glaring at her, surprised by the way she didn't even flinch.

She shrugged a shoulder. "You're right. You shouldn't. But, I was just wondering."

I raised an eyebrow. This Ever girl was…different. And just because of that I was even more intrigued.

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