A/N: A very, very short extra chapter that I wrote sometime.
Dylan,
Well. This is awkward. Firstly, what the hell, man? You can't read through my private stuff just because it's there. Respect people's privacy. I know you're only like a year old or whatever, but there's some stuff you pick up when you live in the normal world. And going through people's private files? You just don't do that.
And about the other thing. You hate me too. I get it. No need to rub it in my face.
"Fang, is this your shit on the printer?"
He leapt to his feet and snatched the paper out of Max's hand before her brown eyes could catch more than a few words. "Fuck! Be careful, asshole!" Anger sparked in her eyes, and she sucked the shallow cut on her index finger.
"None of your business," he muttered.
Max rolled her eyes. "For God's sake, get over yourself Fang. This is pathetic! You're writing letters, now?"
He crimsoned, and his black eyes narrowed into slits. It was an expression she'd never seen before, not even when he was facing down Erasers. "Fuck off, Maximum." Emphasis in every syllable.
Fang felt his blue eyes burning into him as he stormed down the hallway. "And I hope you enjoyed listening in!" he roared, surprised to see the other bird-kid flushed and confused. He crashed onto his bed, and took a lonely satisfaction when no-one followed him.