Chapter 9 - Goodnight

Fang's POV

I've been keeping a lot from Max. Like a ton. I know I should tell her at least something, but I don't know exactly what I can share with her...If I can even share anything. I don't like how things are right now, I just want to fix things. Maybe if I tell her something, anything, it'll help me with dealing with these dreams I've been having lately about what could happen if things go wrong. I don't know if I want to take that step yet, I just wish she'd give me time to get myself together. Damn, if only we weren't always interrupted. That's what I'm going to tell her right now.
I tried to pull her into my embrace, softening the tension between us. After a minute, I noticed she wasn't even paying attention and then I turned around.
"You gave me that note in my locker?" Max accused, well more like straight up told him, but in a tamer way. My attention turned to the blonde, taller than me try-hard guy giving the look to Max and holding a flower with a card in his hands. He better watch his step.

Max's POV

"You gave me that note in my locker?" I asked, because I'm a good person who checks it up first...not. Dylan looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a side of a grin. As I walked towards him, he took a step back loosing the smirk on his face to the realization he might get beat into the ground. I guess that'd make an impression. Dylan held up a card like the one I found in my locker and another rose, holding them out then dropping them onto the floor.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I told you already, that I like you. I don't see why you don't feel the same." He told me looking down to make our eyes meet. Don't try to play me, blondie, these types of games don't work on a strong woman like mwah. I tried to make it clear earlier, I don't know why he keeps pushing on when he doesn't have any reason to. Before I could respond, Fang walked up from behind me and asked what was going on, crossing his arms.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Dylan taunted, obviously delighted. Oh, well he just might not get beat up by me, if this keeps on. Just sayin.
"Actually, I would." Fang shot back, taking a few steps toward him. Dylan shrugged and backed off, walking into the cafeteria. He unfolded his arms and turned to me with a questioning look on his face.

If he can keep secrets, so can I, right? " Don't give me that look. It was nothing."
"You don't have to tell me." He mumbled, obviously going against what he really wanted to say. I sighed and looked down, knowing that we needed to talk about earlier.

"Fang..."
"Max." He said back, sarcastically. I put my hand on his arm,tugging it a little bit. He ran his hand down my hair, all the way down my arm to my hand.
"I'm sorry for not telling you anything." He spoke softly, taking my other hand in his, "I'll get my thoughts together and then I'll let you know, but for now just please don't ask." He told me as he put his forehead on mine. I replied softly with an okay.

On our way home, Fang came jogging up to my side and then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the cut I once had to bandage. That seemed like it was so long ago, though it wasn't in retrospect. Time kinda flies when you're with someone like Fang, I hardly noticed it go by. "Don't forget to do the form thing for the field trip the day after tomorrow, also they changed the location. We're going to the mountains instead." I informed him.
He nodded, "Got it. Oh, and what was that guy about? I mean, what was his deal?" He asked.
"I don't know. Maybe it's my good looks that just keep reeling them in, don't you think?" I laughed.

"Yeah, that's totally what it is." He smiled, taking a hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers. His face turned into a twisted smile, all too knowing that I'm not used to these romance things he keeps pulling off. Each time he does something, it feels like the first time he does it. I don't know how to explain it, maybe like it's something that I won't get used to. Though that's not necessarily a bad thing.

We walked into the apartment, setting our things by the door and sat down on the couch sitting next to each other. "I'm sorry for pushing you so much, Fang." I told him. I know, me apologizing is the last thing I'd like to do, but I'm trying a new thing today.
He just put a finger up to his lips, which had turned into a small grin, sending chills down my spine. Fang slid his hand up to my side, putting his head onto my shoulder. His hair really started to tickled my neck to be honest with you. My hands found their way to his back, while he kissed the base of my neck leading a trail up to my mouth. I could feel his hands tremble as he put a piece of my hair behind my ear. I smiled against his lips, feeling him wrap me in his arms. I could feel his heart against my chest as probably mine to his as well. I couldn't fight the feeling of wanting to fall asleep, so I closed my eyes for a little bit.

After awhile, I felt like I was being picked up and the creak of my bedroom door open. I guess he was putting me back on my bed, though he was joining the party. He covered the both of us under the covers, getting behind me as if our bodies were made for each other. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, making me shiver which in return, he held me closer.

I woke up again later that night when Fang was passed out and walking into the kitchen for a moment to get water. There was a bzzt sound over on the living room table, so I put my things down curious for what it was because my phone wasn't in here, so...maybe it was Fang's? I walked over to it, as it blinded me because of it's brightness, damn phone. I looked at the message displayed on the front:

Him sent you a message:
If you think you can hide from me, you
have another thing coming, Fang. The
second I find you, I won't hold back.
Why don't you just come home now,
before you get what you deserve most?
Why don't you save me the trouble, and
get your ass home.

I stood there staring at the screen for a few minutes, feeling a fuck load of feelings. What was this about? Why would someone send him this? Who's 'him'? His dad? Maybe his brother? Does Fang even have siblings? I set the phone back down, with so many questions running through my head. I walked back into my room, staring at Fang's back, which didn't have a shirt over it, surprisingly. I got back into my previous position except, my face was towards him instead of being away. I felt him lift his arm back over me, as if protecting me from everything else in the world. I hope to God that message wasn't as serious as it seemed...Fang...What is going on with you?

I kissed his collarbone, causing him to softly let out a mumble.

"Goodnight."

*******AUTHORS NOTE*********

uGHGUGHUGH Itry so hard c:
Hereeee's the 9th chapter
I don't know what im doing with my life, debating on whether to write chapter 10 tonight...or next weekend? or sometime other than tonight?

ALSO I NOTICED SOMETHING IN THE LAST CHAPTER OMFG
so at the beginning of the chapter it was talking about how fang was in his "room" and shit right? THEN IREMEMBERED... FANG DOESNT HAVE A FUCKING BEDROOM
So, for that, I'm sorry
Just ignore it... ;-;

Oh and just for funsies, what do you think about Dylan so far? Think he'll come to have a chance with Max or, Fang will beat the hell out of him?
This is me indirectly asking what intrigued you in this chapter .-.

Thank youuuu
You know the drill
Catch you on the flip side

~Kyra