Hey guys, so I'm sooooo incredibly sorry it took me so long to update! I had all this family-like holiday stuff and my friend brought me to sled for my first time EVER! (Not a pleasant experience. I fell on my butt and nothing Christian and Alex did could have made me get back up on that sled.) Anyways, thanks for your lovely reviews!
MAX
"Hey! Fang! Think fast!" Sam hurled a snowball. We were having a snowball fight and all of us were doing anything we could to get Fang in on it. Even Sam, who didn't really trust Fang. He had been kind of a jerk, at first. But once he got used to Fang, he mellowed out some.
Fang ducked, avoiding the snow. I had just bent down to make another ball when one hit me right on the butt. I spun and hurled mine at the target-Iggy. How is the blind kid playing in the snow like this, you ask? He has amazing hearing.
And Gazzy helped him aim.
Just as I was about to exact demonic vengeance, I was picked up at the waist from behind and twirled around in the snow. It ended in Sam kissing me. I kissed him and smiled. "Thanks, I think," I smirked.
"You're welcome, I think," he smiled a real smile and my heart melted, just like it always did.
I brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed him again.
FANG
I watched Max kiss her boyfriend, Sam. So far, wasn't sure what I thought of him. Maybe I was just paranoid, but I didn't quite trust him. Max did, obviously. She giggled and pulled him into the woods, where I could hear them talking quietly and kissing. Did Valencia know? Wait, there she was, watching out the window, a sad smile on her lips. So she knew. Did she approve?
Not like it matters to me. I just don't want to see Max have happen to her what happened to- I broke off the thought train. No, don't even think about it.
Then I heard Max say loudly, "What do you mean?"
MAX
"I just want to know what's wrong with him."
"There's nothing wrong with Fang."
"C'mon Max, he doesn't talk. I just want to know if I'm ever going to get to talk to him."
"I don't know Sam. Let him be."
"Why do you always defend him so much? It makes me wonder if something really is wrong."
I sighed. "Sam, drop it, okay? He'll talk when he's ready."
"Okay," Sam kissed my forehead. "Okay."
Then we heard a crash from inside.
FANG
I jumped, along with everyone else. Valencia screamed a cuss word and we ran inside.
"MAX! FANG! GET EVEYONE OUT OF HERE!" John shouted. "I'll take your mom to the hospital," he bustled Valencia to the car, her hand wrapped in a towel. There was blood on the floor.
"Everyone, to your rooms. I'll handle this," Max got a broom and started sweeping up the glass. "Fang, go," she said urgently, when I still stood there, stunned. "I don't need the help, just go wait. If you want, you can make sure everyone else is in their rooms."
I stumbled out, feeling sick. My mind was reeling, memories of all the times I'd seen blood washing over me. I glanced into each bedroom as I passed. They were all in their rooms, or each others, talking or playing with toys. Then I saw Sam, waiting between Max's and my room. He stepped in front of me.
"Why don't you talk?" he asked.
I stared at him coldly. Please go away, please go away, I pleaded inside.
"I know you can. I bet you talk to Max all the time. You know? I think you two have something going on," he hissed.
I shook my head and ducked under him.
"Stay away from my girl," he warned, shutting my door behind me.
That was when I decided I didn't like- no, I HATED Sam.
