Okay…Here…Don't know what to say about this chapter at the moment…But I'm in a better mood lately so I might update more. Just saying.

I don't own Maximum Ride. Wish I did though…

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Iggy's POV

My bad mood continued throughout that night. But, it was wasted; I stayed in my room and didn't get the chance to take my anger out on anyone. When I woke up, around noon, judging from the heat coming in from the open window, my mood was better, but still kind of bad. I've been in worse and better moods…

Walking into the kitchen, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy all gave me happy 'good mornings.' Angel was talking to Max about something, and I felt Fang's presence. I stopped and grinned, disguising my mood.

"I smell the distinct aroma of failure in the air." I said.

"Shut up, Iggy." Max said. "You're the one that woke up late. So everyone can blame Iggy for their bad breakfast."

"I believe that you just insulted your own cooking, Max."

A pause. "I'm glaring at you, Iggy."

So that was how I casually dealt with my anger and frustration for the rest of the day. I funneled it all into cutting comments and witty insults. Unfortunately, I focused some of my anger towards those who didn't deserve it. To be specific, Nudge and Gazzy…Angel was safe because she knew when I was going to comment on something she said and would always quickly change the subject before I could say it…But mainly my comments were towards Max and Fang.

Which was good. Because most of them were perverted jokes that only they were old enough to understand. Not saying that the younger ones didn't somehow know what I meant…I don't know how…

Anyways…

Max and Fang had obviously noticed. But they didn't confront me about it. I wasn't sure if I wanted them to ask about it or not…Not being sure only added to the bad mood. In general, that day sucked.

And it was definitely made more suck-y when Max and Fang talked to me that night.

I was just kind of in my room, laying on my bed and listening to random music from my MP3 player. I had the volume down low, so I could hear when they knocked and came in. I turned the music volume up.

They were both there. I knew that. I could feel their presence. A hand touched mine and took hold of the music player. The hand was bigger than mine. Fang. After a moment, the music stopped, so I sighed and ripped the earphones out of my ears, sitting up.

"What do you want?"

"Just to talk." Max said.

"You've been acting weird and we want to know why." I hated it when Fang just went off of Max's sentences like that…

"We don't always get what we want." I replied smoothly.

I could practically feel Fang's anger in the air between us.

"Iggy. Tell us." Max's tone of voice was almost as intimidating as Fang's anger.

"No."

I heard Fang inhale. Then Max whispered, "Fang, no…" and he was quiet again. No matter how much he acted like a tough guy, he listened to her like a well-trained dog. He always did what she said…

"I'm not telling you." They'd never know what was wrong. If I told, it would make my life a who lot more awkward than it needed to be, and I didn't need any more difficulty in my life…

I could sense Fang's presence get a little bit closer. Intimidatingly closer.

"Yes, you are." he said quietly. He was trying the scare me into telling him. He'd done it before, and it usually almost worked. He'd lower his voice and practically growl at me, get closer like this. Maybe if I were a girl I might find it seductive, but I'm not a girl and I'm not gay.

And it wouldn't get me to talk.

So I stayed silent. Fang did too. And Max.

For a full minute, there was silence. Until Fang said something.

"Is it something you don't want Max to know about? Would it help if she left? Would you talk then?"

It surprised me a little that he cared that much. I was hoping to show I was angry, and I guess I succeeded at that, enough so to make Fang, the emotionless incarnation of darkness, concerned for me. I wasn't sure if I was glad that he cared or not.

My answer to that would be important…Trying to think of the safest answer, I replied.

"If it was something I didn't was Max to know about, I wouldn't admit it now, would I?"

"Then what is it?" Max asked.

I didn't answer. I started feeling anger again. Why couldn't they just let it go? I know that I can have a pretty quick temper, so I tried my hardest to control it…

"If you don't care if Max knows or not, why not say it?"

"Because I don't want you to know either, Fang." I was answering through my teeth now. Just to show that I was getting mad. Fang had already sensed my anger and had backed away from me.

"But I really want to know, Ig." He'd backed off physically, but he wasn't going to let up. He's stubborn like that. "Come on, you can't hide it forever. Get it over with now. If you keep making a big deal of it, then so will we. Just say it now."

"No. You don't want to know."

"Yes we do, Iggy." It was unusual for Max to be this left out in a conversation, and I guess now she noticed it and didn't like it so was going to make herself a part of the conversation. "If we didn't want to know, then do you really think we'd be making such a big deal of getting you to tell us?"

"We want to know, Ig." Fang went off of her sentence again… "Just tell us."

I inhaled quickly, grasped the anger, and used it to speak directly to Fang.

"No! You won't be able to handle the fact that I love your girl!"

I realized what I'd said almost a full second after I'd finished saying it and shut my mouth.

Shit…

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Can you say cliffhanger??? Sorry, just thought it was a good place to end. I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP. Actually, I'm working on it right after this one, so I might get both chapters up today…We'll see.

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--Fire wolf12