A/N: New chapter got completed even after I watched Defiance for like 3 hours. (A splendid movie if you like history or Jamie Bell! ^^) Here it is. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Square

Angela was pounding a fist against her forehead, angry at herself for lashing out and letting her emotions get the best of her. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid," she grumbled. 'You know better about controlling your feelings Angela. Pull yourself together woman. Griffin's gunna get back any minute and all this'll have been for nothing,' a voice chattered in her mind. "Graah!" she yelled before flipping over to her stomach. She screamed into the pillow, trying to clear her thoughts. David and Millie had left, she sensed their jump ten mintues ago, so no one was going to run in to check on her. But she sensed a jump. She pushed herself up with her hands and turning her head. Angela's eyes grew wide. "Griffin, you're back," she said softly, letting out a sigh of relief. She turned back over and sat up, watching as Griffin pulled his black shirt off over his head. Angela noticed a bruise visible among his few scars he had.

Unexpectedly, Griffin jumped and appeared in front of Angela. He kissed her roughly, not bothering to worry about her reaction. The kiss caught her off guard and she fell back onto the bed. He pulled away, his chest heaving from the ragged breath. "Angela," his voice was barely audible. His hands were sliding up her side under her shirt.

"Griffin...Did something happen?" Angela asked putting her hands on his cheeks. He whispered a no against her lips and proceeded to pull her shirt off her, then returning to kiss her again. 'Griffin's never usually like this. He doesn't jump into relationships like this either. Something's up...' Her thought was interrupted when Griffin's hands were fumbling with the button on her pants. 'I'm not one to say no but...' "Griffin, uh...Do you-?"

"Yes," he growled, cutting her off.

"Okay..." she trailed off and unbuttoned her pants as he undid his. Within seconds of undressing, they were rolling under the sheets and doing that one thing Angela never planned on doing with Griffin, only because she knew that he was known to have frequent one night stands in the past. 'Hell, look who's talking.' They both finished and Griffin was holding Angela tightly against him. She slowly rolled in his grip, facing him. "Griff, what happened? Was it something with David?" she whispered.

He shook his head, "Nothing happened, I assure you love."

She furrowed her brow and rested her head on his chest. "I'm worried about you. I haven't seen you like this before," she yawned, pulling the sheet up to her neck. Angela shut her eyes and starting going to sleep.

"You're not supposed to worry about me, Ang," he whispered in her ear as he too drifted to sleep.

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(David POV)

-The Next Day-
David jumped to the lair, hoping Griffin was already up so he could apologize about yelling at him in Madrid. The living room was empty. No Angela or Griffin. 'Or sounds for the matter.' The lair was dead quiet. David wasn't sure if anyone was even here. 'Maybe they went for food?' he questioned himself. He was just going to check the bedroom to be sure he wasn't here. As David walked around the corner, he set eyes on Griffin and Angela snuggled up in the bed, with what looked to be no clothes. "Damn it," David quietly mumbled as he turned around, feeling jealously welling in him. 'I shouldn't get jealous. It's just Griffin. Just Griffin and Angela.' The image of Griffin in bed with her like that was burned in his mind, repeating over and over. 'Griffin and Angela. Griffin and Angela...' He looked over his shoulder slightly and saw Griffin staring at him. "Griffin?" David said as quietly as he could as he turned around fully. He didn't want to wake Angela. Not after yesterday. Not after her freak out. Griffin raised a finger to his lips, signaling to David not to wake her. David nodded, walked out, and sat down on the worn couch.

A few mintues later Griffin walked out wearing a pair of black jeans. 'If Angela weren't in the next room, I would tell him how good he looks in form fitting jeans.' David stood up and Griffin put his hands in his pockets. "Wha' do yeh want, David?" he whispered.

"I wanted to say sor-"

"Don't. You can't say sorry for yesterday," Griffin looked at him, but made no eye contact. His voice sounded very annoyed.

"Griffin look-"

"David! I don't wanna hear it! You left me there. You made your choice and I made mine!" His eyes were full of fire, almost scaring David.

He felt a jump and Angela was standing a foot away from them wearing her black fitted t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers. Her dark hair was up in a messy ponytail with a few strands sticking up. "Can you two stop fighting so early?" she said with narrow eyes from being tired, David assumed. Griffin shot David a look full of hatred and jumped away.

A/N: So I managed to keep the rating T after this chapter! Yays. So things have heated up between Angela and Griffin, even between Griffin and David in another way. Maybe we can get Griffin to kick his ass, yeah? Haha.
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