Maximum Ride; Finding Myself, Chapter 2
Fang flew down to a tree, colapsing with exhaustion. Pulling off his backpack he popped the twist on a bottle of water and opened a bag of chips. Swigging it down like his life depended on it, he finished off the water and got up, munching on the Doritos. Walking farther into the forest, he found a deserted cave.
" Think this looks good?" he asked, and then slapped himself on the forehead. Max isn't here, he reminded himself. Max was with Dylan, that jerk, but she was safe.
Finishing off the chips he licked his finger, wiping them on his jeans, before folding up the bag and stuffing it in his pocket.
What are you doing! his mind screamed. Why isn't Max with you? Why did you leave her!
Every painful heartbeat reminded him Max wasn't here. She'd probably forgotten who he was and was off making out with Dylan. Fang couldn't blame her. Dylan was stronger, Bigger and more muscular-looking than he was. But he was also younger.
Gritting his teeth he sat down pulling off his backpack. Positioning it so it was like a lumpy pillow, he leaned his head against it, willing himself to sleep.
Sleep had never come easily. Fang found himself listening for Max's breathing, but all was quiet. It'd be easier if she were here, he thought miserably. to her her breathing sleep with the warmth of her body in the cave with him...
Giving up on sleep completely, he sat up.
He had a lot of thinking to do, most of it about Max