A/N: So it's been a while! Did you know this has been on my computer for around... three months now? Oops! My friend has been threatening to eat me if I didn't upload, but here it finally is. Not very long; but here nonetheless. Hope it was worth the wait!
-Sammi
Chapter Four
Fang's POV
Did he seriously want to get turned to mush? I had quite had enough of this Oliver guy. Taking Max away from the table; away from the Flock? It was almost as bad a committing suicide. But that fact that Max agreed to go with him? What was she thinking?!
Hold up.
What. The. Hell. Was. He. Doing? I tensed.
"Fang, baby, what's up?" Michelle asked as she squeezed my upper arm. She was seriously getting on my nerves.
"Don't call me that," I growled. Oliver was standing behind Max after removing his arm from around her waist. It was a sickening sight, honestly. And then those stupid girls had to go and stand in the way!
"Come on," I said, standing. It wasn't an invitation, hell, it wasn't even polite. But I knew she would agree. "We are going for a walk."
Michelle leapt up happily and tried to take my hand. I shoved both into my pockets so she hung onto my arm instead. Honestly, she was dragging me down. It is not comfortable to have a sixteen year old girl cling onto you for dear life whilst in school.
We walked a few paces along, so I could get a good view of Max and Oliver. I was in plain sight, Michelle (who luckily had no brains in her so she had no clue I was doing this purely for Max) cuddled into my side.
"Don't you have anything to tell me, Fang?" She hinted, though I was only half listening. "Or ask me?"
Crap. Prom. I had totally forgotten about that. My reply however was cut short as Max tilted her face back and kissed Oliver full on the lips.
"No!" I gasped/shouted.
"What? You… you don't want to go to prom with me?" Michelle sobbed.
Ah crap. I had done it now.
"No, Michelle, I don't. I don't love you. I don't even particularly like you." I half yelled. Who cares if I had an audience? I glanced over to Max to she if she was catching any of this. Nope. Her lips seemed to be glued to Oliver's. I raised my voice a little louder. "You are pathetic! Always clinging on me for dear life; we are in school for God sakes! Nothing bad is going to happen. You are impossible to hold a conversation with and you don't understand anything unless it is a joke. No, wait; you don't even understand jokes sometimes." I was being cruel. Michelle was crying. Max, well, Max was now leaving the cafeteria with her boyfriend. I had reduced a pleasant girl to tears and the majority of the schools eyes were on me. The Flock (minus one) looked so disappointed and it tore into me. What they thought was the most important thing to me and right now, whatever they thought was not good. It was bad. Really, really, really bad.
Max's POV
Yes, I could hear Fang screaming at that girl. No, she hadn't really done anything wrong, but yes; I totally enjoyed that. At last, Fang was acting like Fang.
Max, where are you? Fang has lost his marbles. Angel thought at me.
Out. I replied simply.
Out where?
Out.
The least she knew the better, less complex version. Angel could ask as many questions as she liked; she would never know where I was when I skipped class.
You're skipping class?!
Ah crap.
*
"Thank God you are okay, Max," Nudge screamed as I squeezed through the door at whatever-the-hell time it was. "I have been sitting here for hours, and this time I am not exaggerating. Iggy and Gazzy have been making some kind of new explosive in the garage and we have heard a few loud blasts earlier but they refuse to come out, even after the we smelt the smoke; Total's being a pain in the butt rejecting everything and anything we give him; Fang hasn't said a word to us all day but has been on the phone twice and stolen the laptop so I haven't been able to do my homework and… and… oh Max!"
My throat was dry and my wide-eyed expression showed that I was regretting that I had been away for so long. Nudge threw her arms around me once finished and exhaled deeply. The house was in a state and Fang… Fang… I was supposed to be able to trust him to look after the Flock when I wasn't there – not go in a strop. Typical boy; yes. Fang; no, definitely not.
"Uh, Nudge?" I choked. "I can't breathe."
"Oh sorry!" She giggled stepping back from me.
"Don't worry, I will get this all sorted out." And kick the Royal Pains butt in my stance.
