11. Three Days Fly

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I was in the hospital for about two more days, then Jeb and Mom were able to convince them that I was fine again. The doctors examined me thoroughly, and twice, before they finally decided that I was fine. Then it moved smoothly from there, they just let me out. In only two days.

Which ment he was leaving in one day.

God, why did I have to be so stupid and say that he was leaving in three days? And why did he have to agree with me? I couldn't believe that I had only one more day to either break the ice with him, or hurt him so that he wouldn't want me anymore. But I didn't want to do that either.

He's probably going to find a girlfriend, get married to her, and have three kids and name them Wyatt, Rose, and Gage. I thought bitterly to myself looking at him. Angel looked at me confused.

Are you getting a little jealous already Max? The voice chimed in, giving me a small migraine. I winced at the pain.

"You okay?" Fang asked almost instantly, following my wince.

"I'm fine." I muttered standing up and walking out of the room...And he followed.

"Why won't you tell me what's going on?" He asked grabbing my arms.

"Because there's nothing to tell you, Fang." I said, trying to pull out of his grasp.

"Don't lie to me! That's all you've been doing lately, lying! Why can't you just tell me what's going on?"

I looked down at the floor and thought. What was I supposed to tell him?

"Why can't you just let it go?" I shot back to him.

"Because I want to know why you've been avoiding me! I want to know what I did to you that is making you act like this." I was taken aback. He...Thought he did something? He thought it was his fault for me acting like this.

"Fang, it's not your fault." I said, using a more gentle tone.

"Then what's going on?"

"Fang it doesn't-"

"No! Don't tell me it doesn't matter again! Because it does!" He started again.

"It's really no big deal." I insisted.

He glared at me, and I prepared to be yelled at. But he didn't say anything, not one word. Instead he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. At first I wanted to fight it, but those feelings started to sink away. I felt my back lightly hit a wall and intwind my fingers in his hair. We pulled away for a moment to breathe, but then our lips met a second time. He had me closer now, and I had a feeling something was going to happen. And something did, but not what I thought or wanted to happen.

Kill him, now. He's in your grasp.

I pulled away quickly and stared at him scared. I stood there for a second staring at him, but then turned away and ran outside.

And then there were hours left.