A/N: Hey guys! Guess what? Chapter Two - yay! Thank you all for being so patient with me! I understand I am not the quickest person when it comes to uploading, but I hope you all enjoy this one! All reviews are welcome and highly appreciated! Thank you for sticking in there with me!

- S

Chapter Two

Fang's POV

Max looked mad. No, actually, she possibly looked worse than that. She avoided my gaze for the rest of the school day. And later on that night when we had returned home. I mean, I don't know what her problem was. It wasn't as if she had never seen me kiss a girl before. And I'm not a kid; I'm not one of the younger members of the flock. I'm am sixteen! And so is she. I bet she didn't mention that did she?

I sat in one of the many rooms in the huge house we had come to acquire (thanks to Dr Martinez) and was sat, slothfully on the couch, the remote control in one hand and a bag of potato chips in the other. I was blissfully flicking through the channel when the first door slammed. I had happily landed on a program when the second door slammed. I was half way across the room when the third and final door slammed.

It was Max. Naturally. Neither Nudge nor Angel or even Ella could slam a door that hard. One of the guys probably could have but it was the mannerism that told that it was a female who acted out the door slamming technique. Max glared at me before storming into her room. It was a glare that was not meant for the faint of heart.

I sighed and propped the laptop onto my lap after returning to the comfort of the sofa. Looking at my blog, I realised I had thirty-two new comments. Not bad. I thought to myself. Some of the comments where from the usual fan-girls, others from so guys that now though of me as 'holy' and one from my girlfriend – I shuddered at the thought – telling me I was the best boyfriend in the world. I am not kidding though; the only person I actually wanted to date was Max. Yet she had made it clear that it was not going to happen.

Max's POV

Was Fang an idiot or something? Don't answer that; I think we all know the outcome. He just sat there as if nothing had happened, as if he had done nothing wrong. Men! He gets on my very last nerve. But I still love him. There, I said it okay? Jeez you people are never happy. And why do I not have a cell phone!

"Max!"

A sharp voice came from beneath my large window – large enough to jump out of – followed by a soft tap. It sounded like… like…pebbles?

"Max! Get your ass down here!"

I walked to the window and threw it wide open. Nobody bosses me around. It was Oliver. What the hell was he doing here?

"What do you want, Oliver?" I ask simply.

He beamed back up at me, a mischievous glint in his boyish blue eyes. "Want to go out for a bit?"

I was taken aback. "Like… on a date?" I stammered.

"Only if you want it to be."

I thought for a moment. Did I want it to be? I had just admitted to myself that I loved Fang; yet, something about Oliver made me want to understand him more. And he was a nice guy. I smiled deviously to myself. Perfect.

"Sure." I climbed down the plant that crawled up the house. I could have jumped, spread my wings and glided down to him, but where is the fun in that? And I didn't want to scare him off. Especially if my plan was going to work.

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"I had a really great time tonight, Oliver," I muttered in my most flirtatious voice. "We should do this again sometime."

"Tomorrow?" Oliver asked, a little too eagerly.

"She is busy tomorrow." A sharp growl came from the shadows of the doorway. "And the day after that. And the day after that. In fact, she is busy for the rest of her life."

"Tomorrow would be great," I replied quickly. "Same time?"

Oliver nodded, obviously a little confused, and began to walk away. I headed for the door, a scowl on my face.

"Max! Wait as sec," Oliver called coming up from behind me. "I forgot something."

"What?"

And that's when he did it. It was nothing like Fangs; not passionately gentle, but more fierce and lusting. I preferred Fang's kisses. This was rather sloppy.

"That," he grinned boyishly.

"Piss off, dude, seriously." The dame voice demanded.

I hit him hard across the face. I heard something crack, but I wasn't sure if it was my knuckles or Fang's face. Either way; it did what was intended.

"House. Now." I growled at him, pushing myself ahead and marching into the hall.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" I screamed at Fang as soon as he entered. I needed answers and I needed them now.