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Chapter Three
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Finally.
I like sad/romantic chapters.
Like this one.
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Sorry it's sorta short.
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Okay, well I'm gonna let you go ahead and read.
I don't own Maximum Ride. Or Itex. :)
Chapter Three
Things went on like that for the next month or so. Jeb left after a few days, THANK GOD.
I tried to avoid Dylan as much as possible. It wasn't really working.
Finally, I got so fed up with him constantly following me around the house like a lost puppy that I asked everyone to go out and teach him some flying techniques.
Finally I had some alone time.
Well, sorta alone...
With the rest of the flock out teaching Dylan, Fang found it the perfect chance to get some alone time with Max.
When he knocked on her door, she didn't answer.
"Max? It's me," He called.
No response.
He tried opening the door and found it unlocked.
Once in the room, he realized that Max was nowhere to be seen. But the window was open.
Oh, she went out flying.
Fang thought for a while, and eventually decided to take the time to update his blog while he waited for her to get back.
I sunk to the ground, leaning against the wall. Tears ran down my cheeks as I stared at the little smiley face.
How ironic.
A million thoughts ran through my mind.
This can't be happening. This has to be some dream. Any minute I'll wake up.
But no. It's not a dream. This is reality.
The real world.
I should have thought it through, and now I'm paying the consequences.
Consequences I can't afford.
A sob erupted in my chest, and I curled up on my side, lying on the floor of the bathroom.
There was a knock on the door. "Go away," I said shakily.
"Max? Are you okay?" Fang asked from the other side of the door.
I was too upset to think of any comebacks, so I just muttered, "Yes."
I heard the doorknob rattle, relieved that it was locked.
Until... He picked the lock.
The door swung open, and when he saw my pitiful situation, he was at my side in a second, pulling my head into his lap. "What's wrong?" He whispered.
"I-I-I'm-" I couldn't force myself to tell him.
"You're...?" he asked, brushing the hair out of my face.
"I'm... I'm pr- I'm pregnant," I whispered, looking at the ground.
He didn't say anything for a long moment, letting the information sink in.
"It'll be okay," He whispered, holding me close to his chest.
I started blubbering, mentally cursing myself for breaking down. "No it won't. Never."
"Shh," he said comfortingly. "We'll get through this. It'll be okay."
I didn't respond. He made a convincing argument.
"It'll be okay," Fang whispered, "I'm here for you."
I looked up at him, my face tear streaked and puffy.
"We'll get through this. Together." He whispered.
I took a deep, shaky breath. "Forever."