Hola! Okay, before I start the chapter, I'd like to say something first. After browsing around through other fanfics, I've been finding a bunch of stuff that's similar to my writing. So far, I've found a character that's similar to my character Kat (she even had the same name!) and I also found a character similar to Mini (again, also had the same name). First of all, all the characters in Trust are property of me (except for the actual characters that are property of James Patterson). I'm not really 100 sure if these people have stolen my characters or just think the same way I do, but I'm saying this now. If you'd like to use some of my ideas, please inform me first before doing so. Thank you.

Now, on to the chapter!

Oh, and sorry for the total OOCness from Max and Fang in the earlier chapter.

Another thing, please send me a review for every chapter please. It'd be much appreciated! Thanks!

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At that moment, I was completely unaware of anything that was going on throughout me right now. All that was running through my brain was touching Fang's lips with my own one more time since the beach moment. I couldn't believe we were seriously going to kiss again.

But, like all suspenseful things, something always happens right in the middle of it. In this case, right when mine and Fang's lips were, like a millimeter away from touching, the door to the church swung open and in stepped none other than—whom else? Miles and our flocks.

Can timing get any more perfect than that!? I mean, seriously.

I saw a slight shade of pink form on Nudge's cheeks as she started giggling girlishly. "Um, were we interrupting something for you two?" she asked.

At that moment, Fang and I immediately scooted away from each other, rubbing the backs of our necks in total mortification.

"What happened? Were they smacking face or something?" Iggy asked, making me scrunch up with anger.

"Well, looks like you two got through the Erasers safely," Miles said, folding his arms across his chest with a rather—stern look on his face.

Fang glared at him slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight to one side. "You think a couple of Erasers can stop us? I'm surprised you managed to handle two flocks without getting your ass whooped by Ari and the rest of them," he said mockingly, making Miles flush with anguish.

"You wanna try saying that again you little piece of—"

"Guys!" I said, stopping Miles from cussing in front of a bunch of little kids—and in a church for Pete's sake! "Look, we're all just really tired after a long day. Why don't we just get settled and wait for these people to leave. Then, we'll all head out to bed. Okay?" I said.

Miles and Fang ended their battle stances, stepping back from each other while still keeping their glares locked on each others presence. I sighed heavily. I swear its not easy being the leader sometimes.

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Third Person Switch

The church seemed so hushed and empty when the families that filled it with so much glee left to their homes and headed to bed. Fang glanced up, staring into the bleak three a.m. sky with his dark eyes while the moon showered the city with rays of luminescence.

He couldn't sleep. There was just so much going on through his mind right now. After that little ordeal of him and Max almost kissing and then Miles and the kids had to go and ruin it. Why was it that Miles always seemed to get in the way of his chances with Max? Every time there was a chance practically lingering within Fang's grasp, Miles had to swoop down and steal it from him or rip it right in his presence. Its times like these Fang just wanted to shove him against the nearest wall and start beating him like what he did to that one Eraser back in Ventura.

Fang sighed, his breath lingering in a thick fog before it began to fade into the cold air. Everyone was asleep right now and he should be asleep too seeing as they weren't going to let anything keep them from getting to the School. They were waking up bright and early and heading off with no exceptions.

But he wasn't tired. Sure, his eyes were droopy and felt like a ton of bricks were attached to them and he would yawn every two minutes, but Fang just didn't want to head to bed. He was stubborn like that, but he didn't care.

Another yawn escaped from Fang's lips, making him stretch his arms in the process. Yep, he was definitely tired, but wasn't going to bed.

"Well, someone sounds like they're sleepy," Miles said, walking towards Fang with his hands digging in his pockets.

Fang growled. He forgot Miles was taking first watch for the night. Maybe now was a good time to head off to bed. But, being the stubborn bastard he was, Fang didn't budge.

Miles leaned against a nearby wall right next to Fang. "Why aren't you with the rest of them?" he asked, bobbing his head towards the open doorway where the flock were sound asleep.

"Not tired." Fang spoke-out flatly, his hands also shoved in his pockets while he glanced up at the moon. Right now was the absolute wrong time to yawn, but Fang did it anyway, totally against his will, which made him grumble.

Miles smirked, glancing across the street. "My ass," he said while Fang glared at him.

"You and Max seem to be getting along quite well," he said, the smirk on his face fading into a serious look.

It was Fang's turn to smirk. "What's the matter, Miles? Jealous?" he asked, glancing at him.

"Damn right," he said, pushing his body off the wall and walking towards Fang. Fang looked up at him, watching as Miles stopped in front of him and rested his hand just inches above Fang's head, leaning over him like a lingering shadow and grasping the bottom of his chin in a rough hold.

Fang's body tensed as Miles moved his face closer towards his own, a wide smirk spread across his face. "You're breaking my heart, Fang," he said, brushing his thumb across Fang's lips, which were twisting into an angered snarl.

"I've been here for more than a week and you're giving Max all the attention. What happened to our relationship?" he asked, saying the last sentence in a low, seductive whisper.

Fang slapped Miles hand away from his face, pushing through his body that was coming too close for comfort as he began to walk away a couple of steps.

Miles chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets before glancing back up at his old friend. "We're coming closer and closer to the School, Fang. In just a matter of days, I'm probably not going to see you anymore."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Fang said, stopping in his tracks.

Miles laughed. "Oh, come on. You can't say you're not going to miss me," he said.

"I've been doing just fine when I left the School in the past, haven't I?" he asked, glancing across his shoulder.

Miles pouted his lips in a disappointed whimper. "Aw, how sad. 'Cause when you left, I never stopped thinking about you," he said, walking towards Fang. "Lying in bed awake all night, hoping that one day you'll come back. I'll apologize for being such a jerk to you before the whitecoats experimented on me. You'll forgive me and we'll …" he chuckled once more, pressing his lips to Fang's ear and whispered. "Well, let's just say once I hit puberty, things got a little … hot."

"Shove it up your ass, Miles!" Fang spat, pushing Miles away with a violent shove.

Miles grinned. "Ooh, aggressive, aren't we?" he asked.

Fang growled, clenching his fist tightly as he bared his teeth at Miles as if he were a carnivorous animal. "I'll show you aggressive," he said, dashing towards Miles and throwing his fist at his face, a blur of darkness swooshing past him.

Miles dodged Fang's attack, leaning to the side while Fang shot his other fist at him. Miles smirked, catching Fang's fist and shoving his elbow right into Fang's stomach. Fang coughed up a blotch of saliva, kneeling over while Miles smacked his fist right across Fang's cheek, making him double-over.

Fang groaned, brushing his wounded cheek with his fist as if it were leaking blood, looking up at his opponent that was walking towards him with a pompous look on his face.

"Come on, Fang. Is that all you got? Surely Max isn't going to want to be with a guy who can barely even throw a decent punch."

Fang's face scrunched up as he lifted his body off the ground and faced Miles. Kicking up his heels, he ran towards Miles as fast as he could, sailing his fist towards his face but then stopped right when he was merely a step away from Miles.

Miles was surprised, watching Fang leap into the air and land on the other side, stepping onto the tip of his foot and spinning perfectly into a 180, slashing his leg right in the middle of Miles' neck.

Miles swaggered back, turning his body around until Fang kicked him square in the chest, sending as many punches as he could towards Miles while he lifted his arms and defended his face.

Miles leaned to the side, tucking his legs in and jumping, spinning his body around and striking his leg out, making it smack right into Fang's chest.

Fang collided with the ground; hard, shutting his eyes before opening them quickly to see Miles hovering over him. His body was on top of his own, grabbing hold of Fang's arms and pinning them over his head, his legs nestled on each side of Fang's hips while his face was merely inches away.

"I'm getting really sick and tired of this, Fang," Miles growled, that cocky grin still planted on his lips. "Just because you've known Max longer than I've had doesn't mean she's going to turn to you."

"Oh, and you think she's going to fall for you? Dream on, Miles." Fang spat, struggling to get Miles off of him.

Miles chuckled almost sinisterly. "Why not? I'm handsome, smart, and funny. Those kind of qualities are very hard to find in a man, you know."

"Yeah. You should know," Fang said, slipping his legs through Miles' stomach, resting his heals on his abdominal area and pushing him off with one thrust, sending Miles down on the ground.

Miles grumbled, feeling Fang grab onto the color of his shirt and sailing a punch straight to his face. Miles stepped back a couple of steps, shaking off the pain before he looked back up at his enemy and charged with a high kick, watching as Fang deliberately caught it with his hands and dragged Miles to the ground.

Growling furiously, Miles shot his legs upward, crashing them into Fang's chest as Fang fell hard on the ground once more; Miles pouncing back on him.

"You know, this is the exact position we're always in in my dreams," he said seductively, hovering above Fang. "Except, you're always the one on top, whispering love words into my ear while leaving a trail of warm kisses down my neck." He placed a hand on Fang's cheek, stroking it with his thumb slowly.

Fang groaned, feeling like he was about to gag. He knew Miles was twisted, going to such great lengths just to tease him. Mock him. If he started making-out with him though, Fang would permanently dub Miles as gay. Acting this way was already pushing it to the limit.

Clenching his fist in total anguish, his face flushing with complete mortification, Fang managed to slip his wrist out of Miles' grasp, slamming them on top of his shoulders and dragging him down to the ground to switch the position.

Miles laughed, his eyes lowered as if he were tired. "Dude, slow down. Outside a church where people can see us—don't you think a hotel room is much more suitable?"

"Shut up!" Fang yelled. "I'm through with this! Max is going to be mine and mine only! Nothing you do or say is ever going to come between our relationship! She almost kissed me for Christ sake!"

"Ah, but she didn't." Miles pointed out. "Which means I've still got a shot."

Fang smirked devilishly. "Face it, you don't stand a chance and you know it, don't you? You've known it ever since we were younger and ever since I left. No matter how badly you want this relationship, you're not going to have it."

Miles growled, baring his teeth at Fang until something stopped them both from doing anything else. Something that made the both of them freeze right in their spots and made the beating of their rapid hearts from fighting head-to-head stop completely.

"Fang? Miles?" Max said, standing from the open doorway.

Both boys turned their heads in unison, looking at Max with their eyes wider than they've ever been before in their lives.

"Max?!"

Max looked mortified, her cheeks blushing madly at the sight she witnessed: two teenaged boys, one pinning the other below him, their faces merely inches away from each others before they even realized she was there.

Max gulped, her lips trembling slightly. "W-what are you guys doing?"

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Holy shit, what a predicament. What's Max gonna think of Fang and Miles now? For those of you who don't like yaoi—er, slash pairings, just ignore Miles acting the way he was acting earlier. Better yet, just skip to the next … two chapters or so. Remember what I said in the beginning, I get really into the guy/guy friendship and apparently get really into the guy/guy enemy relationship. But, I'm not making any pairings that would make the readers unhappy. Okay.

Well, until then, catch ya later!