Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride
Chapter 6
Monday rolled up and I felt refreshed. I had done nothing all weekend. I just lounged around in sweats and watched TV. I even picked up a book, just to immediately put it down. When i got to my locker that morning someone was leaning against my locker.
At first I thought it was Fang, but it turned out to be Dylan. I slowed down as I approached him and tried to muster up a smile, but it came more as a grimace. In all honestly I wasn't sure he remembered Friday night. I hoped he didn't. If he didn't then maybe things could go back to what they were.
Dylan stood up a little straighter when he saw me and his face broke into a smile. "Hey babe, how was your weekend?" he asked me. When I stopped in front of him he bent down and kissed me quickly. I couldn't tell if he remembered and was faking or was oblivious.
I shook the thoughts out of my head and smiled up at him. "My weekend was great. I didn't do anything. Like at all." Dylan was about to reply when someone grabbed my wrist and spun me around.
"What are you doing with him?" An angry Fang asked me. "And why are you so happy?" This was directed at Dylan, not me but I started to reply. I got cut of by Dylan though, when he replied that I was his girlfriend and for Fang to get his hands off of me.
By the look on Fang's face I knew he was getting angry and that I should probably calm him down. I took hold of Fang's wrist and started walking away from Dylan. Looking back I saw that he was looking at me with a confused look, so I winked at him and he smiled.
As I turned into an empty room I turned to Fang. Before I could speak he said, "Am I the only one who remembers Friday night? Or are you just being extremely naïve and stupid?" When I didn't immediately reply he seemed to know my answer. "He hit you, Max. Do you not understand? Your boyfriend hit you. I don't care if he was drunk or not. That's no reason to hit a girl." He was really angry now. I took a breath and looked up at Fang.
"He doesn't remember anything," I started quietly. "As in at all. It was a mistake and it won't happen again. I won't let it. I'll make sure he doesn't get that drunk again." This didn't seem to appease Fang though. He turned around and slammed his hand into the wall.
Looking over his shoulder at me, Fang said, "You shouldn't have to watch him. Do the right thing, Max, and don't be stupid." With that he walked out of the room without another glance at me. Great timing too, the bell just rang to get to class.
I didn't see Dylan or Fang until lunch. Dylan kissed me again and pulled me onto his lap. I could have sat in the chair next to him but he wrapped his arm around my waist. "What was up with that guy this morning? And what did he mean about Friday?" Dylan asked me quietly. I glanced over at Fang. He was staring at me, had been since I walked through the cafeteria doors.
"It was nothing. I don't even know what he meant." The lie came easy, which scared me a little. I've never been a good liar. Looking over at Fang sitting alone and watching me with a protective gleam in his eyes, I lost my appetite.
For the rest of the day I had a weird feeling in my stomach. I avoided Fang as much as possible and was even a little distant with Dylan. If he noticed he didn't ask what was wrong. At dinner I barely touched my food and I went to bed early.
So here's chapter six. Still working at updating every week. I've been busy with school and reading. Any book suggestions?