Hey peoples. I hope you enjoy this chapter because…I think I'm losing the interest of some of you guys out there. I don't blame you…my chapters were kinda short and maybe boring. Anyways… I hope this is long enough for you guys.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. JP does.

Chapter 4

Fang and I both leaped out of our chairs, knocking them over. They crashed to the floor, and I saw Jeb flinch slightly. Good. He better be afraid. I glared at him angrily.

"What are you talking about?" I asked roughly. I glanced at Fang's face. He was staring at me, his face calm and emotionless, but his eyes betrayed his feelings. I saw anger, sadness, hurt, and…jealousy? I couldn't understand why Fang felt that way. I frowned.

"Dylan and you are tied together. You guys are perfect for each other. You will, most of the time, share the same thoughts, feelings, etc. You guys are meant to be together," Jeb stated simply. Oh. That was why Fang looked so hurt. Duh. I was such a dunce. I frowned and looked at Fang, who was now glaring at Dylan. Dylan looked surprised at this new piece of information, and was staring at me with his eyebrows raised. Fang cleared his throat. Dylan's eyes shifted to Fang's face and he suddenly looked down. Fang always looked menacing when he was angry.

"Fang," I whispered, my throat clogged with emotion. He shook his head and sat down. I stayed standing.

"Um, how about you guys talk? Why don't you go to another room?" asked Jeb kindly. I nodded and stood up, not glancing back to see if Fang followed. I opened the door and heard it shut as Fang came in behind me. I turned around and stared at his face. I knew that I was blowing the tough leader look when my face betrayed hurt, but I couldn't conceal it.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Fang…how could you think so lowly of me? Just because Jeb said that Dylan is my perfect other half, or my soul mate, doesn't change the way I think about you or him," I told him softly. Fang's face softened.

"Well, what do you think about Dylan?" he asked me. I swallowed and thought about it. I couldn't lie to Fang.

"I don't know," I told him.

"Well, when you do find out, let me know," he told me coldly. He was about to leave, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to me. He glared at me and I took my hand off of his arm.

"Fang…" I whispered and he looked at me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his shoulder. He sighed, and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

"My feelings about you will never change. I will always love you. Dylan will never get in the way. I will make sure of that. I promise," I told him softly. There was a long silence, and I tried not to feel hurt. I mean, how could he just ignore me like that? How could he think that I was so shallow? I really loved him. Nobody, not even the hottest dude on earth could change the way I felt about Fang.

"I believe you," he finally replied. I smiled against his shoulder and then pulled away. I reached up to press my lips lightly to his for a second.

"Sorry," I told him. He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and we walked outside together. I walked into the kitchen. Iggy was slowly rubbing the polished, brown wooden table. His glazed blue eyes fixed into a stare at the window. His pale face looked confused and frustrated. I ruffled his strawberry –blonde hair as I passed by him, and he grimaced at me. Nudge was sitting next to Angel, talking to her about something. When I heard the words Max, perfect, soul, and Fang I shot a glare at them.

"Max, can I talk to you?" Dylan asked me. I turned to look into his pleading, icy blue eyes. Fang tensed beside me. Overprotective, jealous fool. I rolled my eyes.

"Shoot," I told him.

"Um…I was hoping we could talk alone?" he asked me, doubtfully. I took in a deep breath and was about to reply when Fang interrupted.

"What the hell do you want from her? Leave my Max alone or I will beat you into pulp," growled Fang.

"Fang, stop," I hissed at him. Dylan shifted his eyes to me and snorted.

"That one is a keeper, Max," he said sarcastically. Before I knew it, Fang's fist thrust forward and the next thing I knew, a fountain of blood sprayed onto me. I opened my eyes and saw Dylan, clutching his bloody nose and muttering swear words at Fang.

"You ass!" Dylan yelled. He leaped onto Fang, slamming his fist against his ear.

"Stop!" Jeb and I yelled at once. I grabbed Dylan and threw him against the wall. He stumbled back and slumped down onto the ground.

"What the hell has gotten into you guys? Seriously! Ugh, boys are so annoying!" I exclaimed and stomped away angrily. I felt vaguely like those school girls on T.V. where one guy is jealous that another guy is trying to steal that guy's girlfriend. I frowned. Was Fang really that jealous? I frowned.

I opened the door and sat in my room, staring out of the vast window. The sun splashed into my room, my faint shadow barely visible on the ground. I sat down for a while, not sure how long. The door suddenly opened and someone walked in. I looked up to see Iggy.

"Hey, Ig. What's up?" I asked solemnly.

"Nothing much. Jeb's making Fang and Dylan calm down. Angel and Nudge are just being annoying and you can probably guess what Gazzy's doing," Iggy replied. I groaned. Not another bomb!

"Okay, but if you guys do anything to cause havoc, I'm gonna first discard all your bombs and then rip your heads off," I growled.

"Wow, someone's pretty moody today," Iggy mused. I rolled my eyes and forgot that Iggy couldn't see.

"I'm rolling my eyes, Iggy," I told him.

"Whatev. Oh and Jeb told us something else…" Iggy trailed on.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Um…what do you feel about meeting Dylan's dad?" he asked me, somehow looking straight at me. I didn't know how he did that; it made me uncomfortable.

"Dylan's dad?" I asked in confusion.

"Yeah. Well, the dude who adopted him," Iggy corrected himself.

"You mean that mysterious billionaire?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Why do you ask?" I asked him.

"Because he wants to meet us," Iggy replied nonchalantly.

"I figured," I scoffed.

"Yeah he just wants to see us and talk to us about…you know…our abilities," Iggy said.

"Well, I dunno. I mean, I don't think we should go. I think we should leave here as soon as possible and continue on trying to help the world."

"Nudge and Angel seem really excited about going. Even Gazzy," he told me.

"Well, what do we get out of that?" I asked. Iggy rolled his unseeing blue eyes, pushed his strawberry-blonde bangs away from his face and shrugged.

"Well then I don't see why we should go. I have to have a good reason," I replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, we all know that," Iggy replied.

Hello Max. A voice said in my head. Ugh. Not again. The Voice was back.

Ugh. You know, I was really enjoying those three days without your presence.

"What—" Iggy began, but I held a hand up and mouthed "voice." He nodded and walked out of the room. I closed my eyes and focused on the Voice.

No need to be rude, Max.

Whatev...so what do you want?

Nothing, but you have to listen to me.

That's not going to happen.

Just hear what I have to say. You must do this, Max. Something bad is going to happen. I know.

Well what's going to happen?

It's for me to know, Max, and for you to find out. Ugh. I hate it when he gets all fortune cookie with me.

Okay, look here, Voice. I'm tired of you bothering me. So just stuff it and leave.

Max, go meet the billionaire. You must save the world. You know that. If you want you and your flock to live, then go meet the billionaire and do what he tells you to.

Okay, meeting the billionaire thing? Maybe…but allowing him to boss me around? Sorry but no can do.

Fine, but just do whatever you think is right there, okay?

Whatev.

Goodbye, Max.

Is there any way you'll be gone forever? I waited for the answer, but of course it didn't reply. I rolled my eyes and stalked out of the room. Fang was sitting on the chair, and looked up when I walked in. Dylan sat down, is head hanging. Angel and Nudge looked up from their conversation and smiled at me. Gazzy and Iggy were working on some bomb…eh I don't want to know.

"Okay. Listen up guys. I know this is sudden, and I know that it might be a trap, and I know that it might be dangerous, and you know that you have to be cautious, and—"

"Just get on with it," growled Iggy. I rolled my eyes and continued.

"But, I made up my mind. Well…I guess I have to because of the Voice…" I rambled on. Man, I was becoming such a Nudge.

"Ok…straight to the point…We're going to meet the billionaire," I sighed.

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