Sorry for the super late update.
I got THIRTY-SIX reviews for the last chapter!
Seriously, do you people have lives?
I'm just joking.
Seriously.
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Chapter Seven : Trapped with Cookies
Max POV
Fang's fast breath on my cheek was making me feel even worse. My stomach was full of acid, churning in my stomach. I was sure I was going to throw up. I instinctively backed up from his embrace and tried to think of a plan. The bookcase could hide us against the wall, or at least block the door... There was another hard pound from that direction, and I launched into panic mode.
"Help me find something to get us out of here!" I yelled at Fang, throwing the table against the wooden door, hoping to scare the intruders off. It didn't work, the people behind the door still yelled to come inside.
Fang joined me in attempting to find a way out, but there was no avail. I watched, as if I was in a creepy horror film, the door knob slowly turning, and the wood lock's hinges splintering into a million tiny pieces, piercing into my skin. I flinched lightly, stepping back into defense position, Fang following my lead.
The door fell inward, revealing four terrorized guys...
And five screaming fan girls.
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Angel POV
The Starbucks coffee shop wasn't as enjoyable as it sounded. The cookies were stale. The coffee was bitter. The new raspberry tea wasn't as pleasurable as it would have been if the museum staff actually put effort into their work instead of flirting behind the counter, laughing, making themselves iced coffees and sipping them down like there was no tomorrow.
"Can teenagers get cancer from drinking too much caffeine?" the Gasman asked under his breath, eyeing the staff angrily, throwing his drink into the trash from his place on the green couch, with perfect aim. Some of it splashed on the girls laughing at absolutely nothing, and Nudge smirked. I smiled an innocent smile to the accused glares, my cherubic features making the flirting girls turn around, forgetting their intentions of even looking in our direction.
"If I hear one more high pitched giggle I'm going to set this place on fire and watch it burn," Iggy growled, throwing part of his cookie at a guy's back behind the counter. He stiffened, and I eyed Iggy in warning. He just smirked back, and threw the whole rest of the cookie at his turned face. I giggled.
"OUT!" The man screamed, and Nudge burst into hysterics.
"Whatever, Pillsbury dough boy. You have a strange magnetism for cookies, may I say." she remarked, and then walked out of the coffee shop with the rest of us.
This was so much fun!
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Max POV
Fang had gone transparent along with the surroundings with his new power. I tried to ignore it, but I kept on twitching every time I realized that he wasn't next to me. Well, in eyesight view. The four guys looked at me, puzzled for a second, before noticing that the fan girls could just crash right through the now broken door.
"The bookcase, man! The bookcase!" one of them yelled, and they all grabbed the old, rotting thing and threw it against the doorway, holding it in place with their backs. Catching their breath, they fell and held their stomachs.
"Man, guys. Never ever will I do a concert for a museum ever again."
They nodded in agreement, and then turned their attention to me. Their eyes, varying colors, swam down my figure, making me self conscious. One of them whispered something to another, and they broke into laughter. Fang grunted from his invisible place beside me, but I ignored him. I still couldn't believe I was about to kiss him.
"Hey, girl, you from around here?" More laughter. God, these guys were jerks.
"No, how about you?" I replied back menacingly. They exchanged a look with each other and then tried another attempt.
"I'm just, you know, the band's lead singer. Wonderin' why a pretty gal like you is in an old shed. You hidin' somethin' that you don't want us to know about?" He took a step forward. "I always loved blondes, 'ya know? So cute and perky. Have you ever thought of becoming a cheerleader?"
"No. I'd rather not run around doing flips, thanks."
Two more steps. I felt the rage rolling off of Fang's skin like a ocean during a hurricane. I clenched my teeth.
"Step back," I warned, watching the bookcase shudder.
The guy ignored me.
"I'm warning you--" I was cut off, because the bookcase was knocked over, and the five, overly desperate fan girls crashed into the room. They looked me over and bit their tongues in disgust, but then started jumping all over the band members.
Fang appeared next to me, unnoticed by the crazed girls, and led me out of there. My heart thumped erratically in my chest. My lips moved nervously, but nothing came out. This museum just got better and better. More like worse and worse. If you know what I mean.
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And seriously. I was joking about the part up there.
I was JOKING!!!
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