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"Just leave me alone and go home already." my voice sounded scratchy like there was sand in my throat.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn? You look like hell broke loose."
It did...
"I'm fine. Isn't your house the other way?"
He shrugged.
"Fang!"
"Max!"
"Seriously. Go home. I'll be fi..." suddenly everything got blurry. I had felt like passing out all day, but I didn't think it would actually happen. We weren't even halfway home yet. Luckily, no one else was around us. I felt Fang catch me for the second time today with perfect timing. It did feel good to have someone catch me, though. I didn't feel so alone. Since when was Fang so useful?
Suddenly I was picked up and my head was against Fang's shoulder with one of his arm around my shoulder and the other under my knees. My first reaction was to tell him to let go, but he interrupted me.
"Max, it's ok. Just sleep. Trust me." Sleep? Oh that sounded like heaven at the moment even though I've been sleeping a lot lately. Trust? I don't trust anyone. Not even my Dad. However, this was Fang, and I'm just so tired. Well, I really shouldn't, but if you insist.
There was someone with me. The person who saved me was by my side, but we were in a bit of a situation. That was an understatement. There were demons surrounding us. I can't see any of the demons' faces nor the person standing back to back with me. The demons have a gun. One was pointed at me. The other was pointed at my savior. Even though both of our lives were at risk, the only one I could think of was the person behind me. I could only think about how to save him/her. Then, they pulled the trigger. "Wait!" I yelled.
Thank god my eyes opened before neither me nor whoever that person was got hurt. I bolted up in bed with a relieved yet scared expression. Wait in bed? Oh I'm home.
I hadn't recognized a presence beside me so when I saw Fang sitting on the floor leaned against my dresser, I jumped.
He was staring at me like I had gone crazy. Oh.. did I yell wait out loud? Oops.
"What?" I asked.
He let it go deciding not to embarrass me any further and walked towards the bed. "How do you feel?" Oh wow. I was surprised. He sounded like he cared.
I took a deep breath and nodded smiling. "A lot better, thanks." That was an overstatement. I felt better at home, but I still felt like crap.
"You should stop lying."
"I'm not lying!"
He smirked. "You're a bad liar."
"Not lying."
"You still look terrible."
I made a frustrated groan. "Ugh! Fine! Then get out!"
"I don't think that's a good idea. If you pass out again, I may need to call an ambulance." His voice sounded. I rolled my eyes.
"I told you I'm fine."
"How many times have I heard that before?"
A sudden thought occurred to me. I have a daily routine. Wake up. Turn off alarm. Shower. Dress. Eat. Lock door. Get on bus.
"Wait how did you get in here?" I asked him hoping he didn't do anything stupid like break a window. I'd have to pay for it.
"The front door wasn't locked."
"And you call me a liar?"
"Why would you say I'm lying?"
"I always lock the door before I leave. It's a habit ever since I could reach the lock."
"Well, you've had a fever all day. I doubt you had your head clear."
I shook my head no. "I'm a hundred percent sure I locked the door." I never make stupid mistakes like those. "Now tell me how you got in!"
"Ok ok chill. The window."
"You didn't break it did you?"
"No... it wasn't locked."
"Oh ok. Thank god. If you break a window I have to pay. How long have I been out?"
I was asking myself more than him, and I turned to look at the clock. It said 2:12 pm. School gets out at 2. We had walked for no more than five minutes when I... blacked out. We weren't even halfway home I repeat. Twelve minus five equals 7. Usually, it takes at least 15 minutes to get home.
"How did you get home so fast?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
"Well this is my last one."
He just stared down at me.
"Feel free to answer anytime now..."
He still wouldn't answer.
"Oh god did you do something stupid like steal a car?"
He chuckled. "No. I just got you home safely. That's all that matters. Don't worry about it. Ok?" His tone was so soft and gentle.
I sighed. "Fine, but you will tell me someday."
He shrugged and reached out. I pulled back a little out of reflex, but Fang gave a reassuring half smiled making me relax. Gosh I wish he'd stop doing that! His fingers barely brushed my forehead to get some of my sweaty hair out of my face. His face changed and looked concerned for just a second. If I had blinked and hadn't been looking at his dark eyes, I would've missed it.
"You still have a fever."
I shook my head no.
"Stop being so stubborn. Go back to sleep."
"I'm not. You don't have to stay here. I'll be fine."
He gave me a look with one eyebrow lifted. "I'm staying." He left the room, and I heard the sink running. A damp cloth was in his hand when he returned. He entered and left so smoothly. All of his motions drifted evenly almost like he was floating.
I had laid back down on the pillow. For the first time in a long time, I gave up on something: getting him to leave. Maybe it was because half of me wanted him to stay... with me. Oh I really must be delirious.
He put the cloth on my forehead. I hid my wince from the sudden coldness, but it felt good. I saw him pull up my desk chair by the bed.
The moment was a little awkward, but I closed my eyes anyways praying he wouldn't rape me. Kidding. Sort of. I felt his tender fingers stroke my brown hair until my mind descended from reality.