Here's another chapter, dedicated to everyone who reviewed! I love you guys!! Also, check out my other story, I Won't Wait.
chapter 3. Max is trying to get back at Angel... MUAHAHAHA!!
Angel: Say it.
Me: No.
Angel: *mind control*
Me: (robotic voice) I do not own Max Ride.
Angel: There.
Me: There what?
Angel: You said it.
Me: Control Freak.
Angel: *giggles*
Me: Sorry for the short chapter.
Angel: I will force you to kill yourself if you don't lengthen your chapters.
Me: Control Freak.
Angel: You already said that.
Me: You know what? On with the story. You're about to get PWNED, Angel. Remember that.
Anyway, enjoy~
Max POV
Guess what? It's time to play a game called REVENGE ON ANGEL. She's such a little devil! I mean, I enjoyed myself, but…
Nope. I didn't just think that. Not at all. Stupid little mindreader.
I heard someone giggling in the back of my mind.
You know what? I am going to SO kill that… Ugh.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Creep sneaking up on me, like always.
I whirled around and knocked the side of his head. Yeah. Got what he deserved.
Fang cursed under his breath, then faced me. He was wearing a black shirt, black jeans... Surprise surprise. He looked at me intently. I cocked my head to the side.
"Morning," he said, with a half smile. Then, he seemed to hesitate, unable to look away. But he turned and stalked off, so quietly that I wouldn't have noticed him if I had no eyes.
I raised an eyebrow. I felt strangely confused. Fang was… attractive to say the least. His eyes were like cold walls of steel, but to me, they were open windows to his heart. His hands were calloused yet soft. He was strong yet gentle… He was perfect.
Remind me why you want to kill me?
That reminds me. I need to work on my mind blocks.
Hopeless.
Yeah. I really need to work on them.
Gazzy POV
Max just let me make all the bombs I want without blowing up the house if I help her. I didn't even think about it. Making bombs without getting in trouble… it was like cake to a fat kid on a diet.
One condition though – I have to help her get revenge on Angel. I felt like a super-spy. I helped Angel, now I'm helping Max. Muahahahaha. (A/N: Yes, my friends, that is my amazing evil laugh.)
And guess what? Helping Max involves making bombs. And making bombs spelled out one thing. F-U-N.
Angel POV
Max is plotting something. So is Gazzy. But I can't figure out what because of their stupid mind blocks! I can catch a little every once in a while. I've heard something about getting back at me, and something about bombs, and something about Hannah Montana.
Hannah Montana? I hated Hannah Montana. That was weird.
I was actually scared. I had no idea what was going on! I usually do… I wondered how you could live without knowing what everyone else is thinking. It makes everything so much harder! It's like losing your sight. I shuddered at the thought. Iggy's life was horrible.
Max POV
"Gazzy, Angel's 8th 'birthday' is coming up soon. Look what I go her." I held up the present.
I looked around, then made sure my mind blocks were up.
I crept to him and whispered something in his ear.
I saw an evil grin creeping over his face, and I wondered what these birdkids were growing into.
"Sure," he drawled.
I felt a reflection of his smile spread on my lips.
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Hugs, Chainsaws, and Fang,
Tammy :))
