Fang POV

I watched Max fly up and away at that incredible speed. I tried to follow, but was quickly left in the dust.

Man. I just made a fool out of myself by trying to kiss her and she doesnt even like me back. Crrraaaaapppp.

To add to that badness, she is mad at me.

The sun was starting to rise, and I could hear Dr. Martinez asking where Max and I were. I walked back in, and she gave me a hug.

"Fang, I thought you guys were kidnapped! Where's Max?" I stood there, not hugging her back.

"She went out flying." I walked away to the guest room to clean up. I slept in my jeans, my jacket, and a ratty t-shirt that was about to rip. I needed new clothes. I got a flashback:

Does he haf any povers? Dr. Ter Borcht asked.

Well, he is a snappy dresser. Max answered.

I felt sad from that memory. I ruined everything with her. I don't care if she doesn't wanna go out or hook up. I want my best friend back. I took out my cell phone and sent a text:

Sry. Come bac

-Fang

You know what? I dont care if she hates me. I just want her to come home.

But she wasn't back by breakfast. Or lunch. And as we sat down for dinner, I figured she wouldn't be back by desert.

Max POV

As I glided up above Fang's head, I felt the tears dry on my face. I felt safe up here.

But you're not.

Ugh. Voice. Even though I could call Dr.Martinez Mom, I couldn't bring myself to call Jeb Dad.

What do you mean?

I was getting scared. Maybe I should land. The Voice wasnt answering me. I was about to go back to the house when I saw Fang. My raptor vision caught one thing. A tear rolling down his cheek. I have kissed him 3 times now. Once I thought he was dying. Once he made out with me in a cave. And now that. But whenever we kiss, things get complicated. I would rather just be best friends. He needs some time to cool off. To undertsand I don't want to be with him that way.

Are you sure about that? Ugh. Annoying Voice gives advice on PERSONAL problems. But, I was thinking about what it said. I loved Fang. As a brother. Well, maybe more.

And then the image of Lissa and him making out in the hall came to my mind.

You totally like him more than a brother.

Ughh! NO! I am mad at Fang. So what... I might like hima little bit!

The life of a teenage mutant avian american hybrid drama queen. Gosh.

I dropped down to go back in. Thats when everything went wrong. I landed good. I was walking fine. And then I was pushed. At first I thought, invisible Fang. But it wasn't. There was a whitecoat. Holding a net. And a shot. And before I knew it, the needle was injected in me and I only saw black. But I knew. I was going to the school. In Wahsington.