Okay so when I said the next chapter will be five months, I meant five months in the story, not updated in five months. Seriously guys!

AND OMG FOUND A LOST CHAPTER I WROTE AGES AGO, I THINK I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING NOW.

Disclaimer: This story is obviously not Maximum Ride, considering there are no wings. So I guess it's safe to say I do not own.

She's a Lady
Chapter Nineteen: Silence

-:-:-:- I'm worn out fighting, every night you leave crying -:-:-:-

Five Months Later

Max crossed out another word on her page, unable to concentrate with Fang's hands sneaking under her shirt, and his lips peppering kisses along her shoulders and the nape of her neck. Usually she'd turn around and let Fang distract her from whatever homework she didn't want to do, but it was now a month away from their final exams, and right now, she couldn't have any distractions. Including Fang.

What made her just as annoyed was how he wasn't taking them seriously enough. He had averaged an above average grade in most of his subjects, but this was the finals. They actually affected your results at the end of the year. When Max had told him of her concerns, he had brushed it off, explaining that he only needed to get an average of B's overall, and he'd be guaranteed a spot at any of the six colleges he had been scouted for basketball.

"Seriously Fang," Max dropped her pen, and turned around. "Stop it."

Fang removed his mouth from her skin, but kept his hands under her shirt. "Why?"

"Because I want to study Fang," Max tried to worm herself out of Fang's hold. "And so should you."

"Come on," Fang drawled, tracing invisible circles on her skin, "just one short break."

Max crossed her arms. "I said no Fang. God, why is it you only want to do sexual things these days?"

An irritated sound emitted from Fang's mouth, and he removed his hands from Max's waist. "Why is it you only care about school these days?"

"Why don't you care about exams?" Max asked, dropping her arms and moving away from Fang.

"I don't know why you're so worked up about it," Fang groaned, running his hands through his hair frustrated, after Max pushed him away.

Max shook her head. "Why shouldn't I? Of course I'm worked up about it. You can't just cruise along finals and expect everything to be okay. You haven't even touched any of your revision."

Fang rolled his eyes. "Finals are a month away Max. Relax."

Max crossed her arms and scooted away from Fang, placing a good foot between them. "A month isn't that long Fang—"

"Why are you so worried anyway? Shouldn't you worry about yourself?" He retorted. His voice sounded harsh, and he knew it, but he couldn't help but feel angry at how Max was suddenly the pushy girlfriend.

"I'm sorry," Max said sarcastically, "I'm so sorry that I actually care whether or not my boyfriend will actually go to college next year."

"So what?" Fang stuck out his jaw stubbornly; Max remembered that exact gesture from when they were kids. "You don't think I'm a good enough at basketball to get a scholarship?"

Max sighed loudly. "No Fang. That's not what I'm saying, and you know it. You can't just rely on your sporting talent to get in, you need the grades too. God, would you get over your damn ego for just one second?"

"What ego?" Fang raised an eyebrow. The look on his face almost made Max want to smack it off of him.

"What ego?" Max scoffed. "Are you seriously asking that question? The same ego that made me hate you for four years! The same ego that stopped you from apologising for being such a dick after you came home! The same ego that made Lissa want to cheat on you!"

As soon as the last sentence left Max's mouth she immediately regretted it. "Fang, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t—"

Fang's jaw locked, and the look her gave Max made an unpleasant shiver run down her spine. It was still a sore subject for Fang; although his heart healed soon after he and Max got together, his ego hadn't healed properly after being so publicly humiliated.

"So it's my fault is it?" Fang spat out. "That I'm such a terrible person to be with? I'm so self-centred that no girl can stand to be with me?"

Max was beginning to get scared. He was just as angry as that she told him Lissa was cheating on him, and when Fang was angry, he was dangerous. Max had once witnessed an angry Fang beat up a guy after he had made a vulgar comment about his mum.

"No," Max replied just as aggressively, despite Fang's scary demeanour, "that's not what I'm saying. I just think you shouldn't just rely on basketball. That sometimes, your ego can get the better of yourself."

Fang shook his head smiling sardonically. "Where the hell is all of this coming from?"

Max tried to place her hand on Fang's shoulder to calm him down. Last thing she wanted was to get into a fight with Fang, but here they were. He jerked away, as if her touch burned him.

"Fang," Max frowned. Why was he being such a jerk all of a sudden? "Don't be a dick."

"Then don't be a bitch," he spat back. Internally he frowned; he wasn't sure why she was so worried, and he wasn't sure why he was being such an ass. But he didn't take back his words.

Max sat up, moving away from him. "What is your problem?"

Fang didn't answer and instead looked straight ahead. Max stared at him incredulous. And he's reverted back to his quiet stubborn self. Typical.

"Bastardo!"

Fang's head snapped sideways as Max's fist connected with his jawline. She twirled her wrist around in a slow circle, to help ebb the pain from her hand, a result of hitting Fang's strong jaw. The force of the hit caused him to fall back and land upright on his bed.

"Fucking hell Max. What was that for?" Fang stroked his jaw with one hand, and used the other to hold Max's right fist which was poised for another blow.

So maybe that was uncalled for, Max thought, but didn't make any effort to apologise for her outrageous behaviour.

Instead she held her gaze, and glared up at him never wavering.

She watched as Fang rubbed his jaw and spoke. "You know, sometimes I wonder why even try to make this work anymore. It's clear we're different people, I think the only reason we even are together was because we liked each other when we were thirteen and lust."

This made Fang stop worrying about his jaw and he stopped to listen, but refused to make eye contact. He didn't like what Max was getting at.

Max sighed and continued. "I mean, yeah we have fun, but is there anything more than this?" She waved her hand in between them to show her point.

"What are you saying?" He asked slightly frowning.

Max shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe," she bit her lip, "maybe we should take a break. Take some time to think and sort our feelings out."

Fang gripped Max's shoulders in his hands. "But I don't need time to think. I know what I want. I want you. I want this." - He waved his hand between them like Max had done earlier - "I want to be with you."

"No Fang, you think you do. I'm just another girl..."

But Fang was done listening to Max. She was just afraid of what was happening between them. Instead he just watched her rant, waving her hands around and eyes shining with frustration.

"Max," Fang sighed, wrapping his arms around her. She didn't protest, but she didn't return the gesture. "You're just tired, get some sleep."

Max shook her head and stepped out of his embrace.

"I'm done," Max stood up and closed her books and grabbed her pens. "I want to be alone Fang."

She could see his jaw harden, meaning he didn't like the idea one bit, but he stood up. "Fine. Good luck on your exams."

And with that he stormed out of Max's house, and instead of the aggressive slam of the door she expected, she heard nothing, leaving her alone and quiet.

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