A/N: Okay, so I know this chapter is REALLY short (sorry wOnToNgIrL!), but that is the perfect place to end it and I can't think of what else to add the the rest to make it longer. If you have any suggesstions, please let me know! And please keep reviewing!

Chapter 7

"So," I asked Fang a while later, breaking the comfortable silence between us. We could sit in silence for hours without it ever feeling awkward. "What was your deal this afternoon?"

He looked at me quizzically.

"You were all over Jamie back there. You were practically attacking him."

An irritated look crossed Fang's face. "He was getting on my nerves."

"Why?"

"I just didn't like him too much. I have this weird feeling about him."

"Weird as in how?"

"God, what's with the third degree, Max?" He got up from his place on the ground beside me and walked over and plopped down on one of the lawn chairs.

Jeez. What was up with him tonight?

"Calm down," I said, spinning around on the ground to face him and holding my hands up. "I was just curious. He seems like a nice enough kid to me."

That irritated look crossed his face again. He was laying back now on the chair, looking up at the sky instead of at me.

"I think 'Jamie' sounds like a girl's name," he said suddenly. "Don't you?"

I stared at him for a second, then burst into laughter.

"What?" he demanded, sitting up and glaring at me. "What's so funny about that?"

For some reason I just couldn't stop laughing. Before I knew it I was rolling around on the patio, clutching my sides and giggling hysterically. Every time I sobered up enough and opened my mouth to say something, I would see Fang sitting there gaping at me, looking totally confused and mad at the same time, and I would start laughing all over again.

Finally I managed to stand up, and I walked over and sat next to Fang on the lawn chair.

"You know what I think?" I asked him, fighting to keep my laughter in.

He looked at me wearily. "What?"

"I think you are jealous of Jamie."

"Jealous?" he practically spit, standing up. I nodded. "Of him? No way! You're insane!"

"No, I'm not," I said, grinning smugly. "Otherwise you wouldn't be overreacting this way."

"I am not jealous of Jamie Grant!"

I nodded again, grinning. "Yeah, you are. You're used to being the "man of the house". The alpha male, if you will. Now Jamie's here, and he's older than you and this is his territory and you don't like it!"

Fang gaped at me. "You…that's…" he sputtered. "You're insane!"

"Oooh, good one, Fang," I said, standing up.

"I am not jealous!"

"M-hm. Sure. You just keep telling yourself that." I picked up my file and turned around, walking back towards the door to the house.

"I'm not! Did you not hear him back there? Jamie's a freaking idiot, Max, why would I—"

"Whatever you say."

Suddenly he grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around so that we were face-to-face.

"Max, I'm totally serious here. I don't trust Jamie. I'd be careful around him if I were you."

I looked up at Fang. He was gazing down at me intently. His dark eyes were intense. I mean, you know, even more intense than usual.

"Fine," I said, just to placate him. He was blowing this way out of proportion. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Jamie.

"Fine," he replied curtly.

"Okay then."

"All right."

I looked at him.

"Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you let go of me now?"

"Oh." He took his hands off of my shoulders. "Sorry."

We both turned around and went inside together.