After a few days of flying and enjoying our freedom, I decided it was time to crash for a day or two and determine our plan of action. Not to mention a hot shower had been calling my name. After what happened with Fang and I at the school, I couldn't get the feeling of Fang'sbody off of me. We've both seemed to be avoiding each other, which was perfectly fine with me. I could barely look at him without seeing him naked. It was gross and sick and I was desperately wishing I could erase that part of my memory.
God, he's hot.
I did not just think that.
Shaking my head, I began losing altitude. Fang, noticing my descent, followed and called, "Going down," mostly for Iggy's benefit.
We landed softly in the dark edges of a small town, if you could call it that. It had like, a gas station and a rundown motel. But that's okay with me. Uglier it is, the less people. As long as the stinkin' place has a shower, who cares?
"What are we doing, Max? Are were going to get a room? That would be so totally awesome, and, well, I doubt they have room service but do you think we could order a pizza? You think they have a pizza place?"
"Yes, we are getting a room. I'll see what I can do about the pizza." I couldn't help but remember our last pizza experience. The exploding pizza. It seemed like a life time ago. In reality it was about a year ago. No pizza for one long year, how sad. When was the last time you had pizza? I would count your blessings before you start complaining next time.
"Hello," I greeted the receptionist at the motel's front desk. It smelled like smoke but as long as it wasn't bleach or any other antisepticy smell, I was cool. "Could I get one room with two beds?"
The dark haired lady with way too bushy of eyebrows looked at me skeptically, probably wondering if I was old enough to get a room, but I whipped out the credit card my mother had given me last time I saw her. I think she was feeling the need to help "support" me. Whatever. It was useful.
The lady accepted it without hesitation. "How many nights, uh, Ms. Ride?"
I drummed my fingers against the counter and shot Fang a look. Normally he wouldn't have missed it, but this time he didn't look my way. Fidgeting, he whispered something into Iggy's ear as I turned back to Bushy Eyebrows.
"Two would be great."
She nodded and her fingers flew across the keyboard before swiping my card and handing it back to me. "Here you go."
I took my card back and tucked the keys she gave me in my back pockets. Facing my Flock I said," Alright guys, we staying here and it looks like we're on the second floor. Stairs to the right." Elevators and us have never mixed.
The next morning I woke up feeling woozy and when I tired to sit up, my head spun. Breathing heavily and praying I wasn't sick, I lay back against the lumpy couch and closed my eyes. Maybe I just sat up to fast. But the way my stomach was still churning, I knew that it was a pathetic lie.
Slowly, I swung my feet over and opened my eyes to see the rest of my flock still sleeping, sprawled out around the room. Except for Iggy who was on watch, sitting with his back against the door, listening to Gazzy snoring.
"I'm up, Ig," I whispered, so he wouldn't be startled by me walking past him to the bathroom. "You can catch a few more zzz's if you like." I saw him nod before I closed the bathroom door behind me. I barely had time to lift the toilet's lid when I started puking.
"Max?" I heard Iggy's concerned voice, muffled by the door.
"I'm fine," I gasped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Go to sleep." I prayed he'd obey but it came as no surprise to me when I heard a knock followed by a familiar voice.
"Max?" Fang said. "I'm coming in."
The door creaked open as I pushed to my feet and flushed the toilet and all the evdenice. "What?" I demanded, trying to sound normal. In truth my head still hurt and I felt like puking some more. I knew Fang would see right through it, but after all the awkwardness between us, I hoped he'd let it go.
"You're sick," he said plainly. His dark brown eyes drilled me. The door clicked as he shut it. "Or," he said, not continuing.
"Or what?" I snapped. "I'm dying?" I tried to move past him and open the door. He stood in my way and caught my forearms. His eyes stared at me with too much seriousness. I shivered, wondering what he was thinking. Did he really think I was dying? It seemed more like the flu to me. But us bird kids didn't get sick much. I think Angel had a cold, like, once when she was four.
"You are pregnant," he said slowly, "and have morning sickness."
The silence between us was deafening and I found myself blushing again. "I am not!" I shoved him aside and yanked the door open. Boys worry too much.
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