Chp 7
Every time I look at the reviews, I smile. Or think about them. My friends asked me why I was smiling. I couldn't exactly say "Oh, random people I will never know just told me they like my story on this crazy website called ." Sorry for not updating sooner, I have homework, but I'll try to work on these as soon as possible. I honestly don't see the point of reading The Odyssey, but my Lit teacher insists.
Right! Onto the story. Where were we? Ah yes. What was Sam doing? Hm?
Dylan's POV
I scowled at the phone, as if the man on the other end could see me. My cell phone was caught in my death grip, my knuckles white. I was barely listening to him speaking.
"Dylan, your reputation is not the main issue here!" the man in Germany swore into the phone.
"Are you kidding me? Because of your instructions, I look like a sexist jerk! Even when this is over, and I win Max over, people will recognize me as a jerk! Do you know how that will look on the media?"
"Damn it, Dylan!" The German was frustrated, I could tell that much. "We'll get you surgery to look different. We'll relocate you and Max. To where there's no internet. You'll get famous again, and Max will still be a hero."
"What about the Flock?" I bristled, my wings spreading a little. (A/N: Tee hee. Dylan has wings!) "Max will never leave them. And they're already close friends here."
"Calm down! We'll implant fake memories of them betraying her. It's not that difficult."
I relaxed a little. But I still wasn't satisfied. "Can you take that video down? Not that I don't love being slapped by random girls on a daily basis."
"No. Dylan, it's on the internet. And so many people have seen it already, there's no point. Everybody knows about it." The German started typing. "I'm sending you a format. Fill it in on how everything's going, and the Council will decide on our next plan of action."
"And what am I supposed to do until then? Max is already getting closer to Fang every day, it's not long before one of them triggers their memories."
"Until then... use your secret weapon."
A wicked smile formed on my lips. "Yes, sir." I hung up and immediately sent a text to my secret weapon.
To: 555-1029
From: Dylan Gunther-Hagen
Message: Guys. Time to move out. Let's roll.
Laughing to myself, I went to my computer and opened up the email from the German, Dr. Hans.
Nick's POV
I didn't want to tell Max. She had told me Sam got a text and had to leave before he could drop her off. When she called, I had yanked on some jeans and ran to my car.
Flashback
Ring ring. Ring ring. I wrapped the towel around my waist and picked up the phone. Who called at 8:09, when I was showering? I frowned when I saw the caller I.D. A picture of Max and I showed up and Maximum Martinez appeared at the bottom of the screen. Something was wrong. I could feel it. I hit answer and waited.
"Nick, can you come pick me up?" Max's voice said. She sounded nervous.
"Where are you?" I demanded, silently fuming. Sam was supposed to drive her back to her dorm. Something went wrong on her date. I swear, if that little scumbag laid a finger on Max or hurt her in any way...
I yanked on a pair of jeans, not bothering with putting on a shirt or even socks. I raced out of my dorm, ignoring James' startled look. On my way to my car, I passed Sam, who was entering someone's dorm. I don't know who it belonged to. Normally, I would have cornered Sam, but Max sounded scared.
"I don't know. I walked for half an hour east from the restaurant. Please, Nick, I'm cold, there's nobody around." I pulled my car door open and started up the engine.
"On my way," I sad, ready to hang up. I started backing up.
"Please don't hang up," Max pleaded. I hesitated. It was against the law to talk on the phone and drive. "Nick? There's someone coming towards me. Please, hurry." I drove as fast as I could without breaking any more laws towards the restaurant.
"Something called a speed limit, Max," I growled, frustrated at Sam for leaving Max stranded in who-knows-where.
"Oh gods, Nick, he has a knife!" I heard a clang and a thump, plus Max's scream.
"Damn it, Max!" I screamed, flooring it. Max was in danger. She never screamed. Screw the law. I ran at least three red lights and countless stop signs. I wished the restaurant wasn't half an hour away. I got to the place and made a sharp left, east. Don't ask me how I knew it was east. I could just tell. I was hitting eighty when I saw the telephone pole next to the street light. And two figures, laying on the ground, illuminated by the yellow light.
I hit the brakes, the tires squealing and nearly impaling myself with the wheel. The car skidded a few meters, and I jumped out. I could already tell the person on the bottom was Max, her once-beautiful dress was torn and lifted up higher than it should be. "Get off!" I heard Max say. The filthy man on top of her had one hand pinning her hands down and the other moving steadily up her thigh. The man said something I didn't quite catch. He was kissing her, but she didn't look like she was enjoying it.
"She said, get off!" I snarled menacingly. I lifted the man up by the back of his collar and threw him a few feet away. The man lifted up his pants and came at me again. He had a knife, but I was pissed. We were pretty evenly matched.
"I would've let you have her when I was done!" The man swore. I landed a powerful punch to his jaw. He thought I was another rapist. Gross. I'd never! A quick roundhouse kick to the chest made the sick son of a _ run away like a sissy.
"Yeah! Get outta here, don't come back!" I screamed at Ari's back. I turned back to Max, who was standing now. She looked horrible, bruises around her wrists and dirt everywhere. Her dress was ripped in several places, yet to me, illuminated in the soft light from the street lamp, she never looked more beautiful.
"You wasted 11 words on him," Max said softly. I smirked a little at her attempt to lighten the mood, but it quickly became a frown again. Max was shivering, and I didn't blame her. It was freaking cold out. I know, California's supposed to be all sunny and beaches, but at 8:30 PM, winter, it's not bright and sunny out. I went to my badly-parked car and pulled out the leather jacket I had left there accidentally. "Let's get you home," I murmured, leading her to my car.
End Flashback
Max had said Sam had to be at a meeting, an hour away from the restaurant. So what was he doing half an hour after their date, back at school? He had clearly lied to her, but I couldn't tell Max now. She was in a delicate state, having just been sexually assaulted by someone.
"We'll go to the police tomorrow," Max said to me. "Right now, I just want to go to sleep." I nodded and drove back, following driving laws. I parked carefully. I looked over and she was asleep. I picked her up bridal style and carried her with ease to her room. I knocked on the door with my elbow and Monique answered, wearing pink pajamas.
"Who the he- Max? Nick, what's going on? Wasn't Sam...?" I shook me head as a warning and Monique let me in. I laid Max down on her bed and tucked her in.
"Nick, what happened? Why is Max all grimy? Where's Sam? The date should've ended an hour ago, did it go badly? I want to know! I was so worried about her, I thought Sam had taken her back to his dorm. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether to be worried or not, I mean Max is strong and stuff, but wow, she looks bad now. And Nick, why are you shirtless and barefoot? Oh gods, you guys didn't...?" I shook my head, but didn't answer the rest of her questions. It was for Max to say, if she wanted to. "I'll be back at ten tomorrow morning, tell Max when she wakes up." I turned and left.
Mwuuhahaha. That chapter was useless, just to add to the drama. ;) totally pointless, and now we know Sam wasn't at any meeting. Well, that sort of meeting. read and review! What is Dylan's secret weapon? Don't worry, next chapter should be up in two days at the latest. I promise, it'll have some answers. ~Hellisa
