Chapter 8:
I stomped back to where Nudge and Dylan waited for me. Nudge jumped in my face asking what happened.
"I asked him to leave…and punched him, then he left" I said, shrugging.
"He didn't look mad when he left," Dylan frowned. "Whatever you said, it must have worked."
"Too bad," Nudge said. "I was hoping for some excitement."
"Are we ready to play?" Dylan asked. "I'm getting hungry for some hard won pizza."
"Yeah, if Hunter would ever come back," said NUdge. "I'm starting to think maybe he doesn't like us. He keeps disappearing."
"You kidding me? He loves you guys," Dylan said with too much enthusiasm. "He's just slow to warm up to strangers. I'll go find him. Don't go anywhere."
As soon as Nudge and I were alone, I said, "You know I'm going to kill you, right?"
Nudge raised her palms and took a step back. "I was doing you a favor. Dylan is wild about you. After you left, I told him you have, like, ten guys calling you every night. You should have seen his face."
I laughed.
I looked to the arcade doors. "I need something."
"You need Dylan."
"No, I need sugar. Lots of it." What I need, is Fang out of my life.
"I could use a little sugar myself," Nudge said. "I saw a vendor near the park entrance on our way in. I'll stay here so Hunter and Dylan don't think we ran off, and you can get some cotton candy."
After I left the arcade, I went straight to the Archangel. Looks like an awesome ride. The Archangel rose up above the treetops. A snake of cars zipped over the lighted tracks and dove out of view. Why did Fang want to meet? I knew I should go back, but my legs carried me toward the Archangel. I stole a look to both sides. Nothing abnormal in my peripheral vision. I spun a full 180 degrees. A little ways back, standing in a small courtyard of trees, a hooded figure turned and disappeared into the darkness.
My heart began to beat faster. I speed walked back, putting some distance between the clearing. I looked over my shoulder. Nothing. I imagined it, I thought. I kept looking back, when I smacked into someone.
"Sorry," I said. Fang smiled at me, making my heart beat faster.
"I'm hard to resist," he smirked. Ugh… I rolled my eyes.
"Leave me the hell alone," I snapped and tried to sidestep him, but he caught my elbow.
"What's wrong? You look like you're going to puke," he said.
"That's the effect you have on me," I snarled. He chuckled and I resisted the urge to knock his lights out.
"You should drink something," he said, indicating at a soda cart.
"If you want to help, you should leave me the fuck alone."
Fang tucked a stray of hair behind my ear, making me shiver. Damn it! I hate it when my body loses control.
"Love the hair. Love when it's out of control. I like this side of you."
I smoothed my hair. "I have to go. Nudge and Dylan are waiting. I'll see you at school on Monday."
"That's his name?…Okay…Ride the Archangel with me."
"Hell no," I said. .
"If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on."
That comment right there should have sent me running. But it didn't. It was almost as if Fang knew exactly what to say to pique my curiosity. Exactly what to say, at exactly the right moment.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"Only one way to find out."
"I can't. I'm afraid of heights. Besides, Nudge's waiting." Only, suddenly the thought of going up that high in the air didn't scare me. Not anymore. In an absurd way, knowing I'd be with Fang made me feel safe.
"If you ride the whole way through without screaming, I'll tell Coach to switch our seats."
"I already tried. He won't budge."
"I could be more convincing than you."
"I don't scream," I said. "Not for carnival rides." Especially not for you. I followed Fang to the back of the line for the Archangel.
"I haven't seen you at Delphic before," he cocked an eyebrow.
"You're here a lot?" I made a mental note not to take any more weekend trips to Delphic.
"I have a history with the place."
We edged up the line as the cars emptied and a new set of thrill seekers boarded the ride.
"Let me guess," I said. "You played hooky here instead of going to school last year."
I was being sarcastic, but Fang said, "Answering that would mean shedding light on my past. And I'd like to keep it in the dark."
"Why? What's wrong with your past?"
"I don't think now is a good time to talk about it. My past might frighten you."
I snorted. Yeah right. Too late, I thought.
He stepped closer and our arms met, a brushed connection that caused the hairs on my arm to rise.
"The things I have to confess aren't the kind of things you tell your flippant bio partner," he said. Whatever…
The frigid wind wrapped around me, and when I breathed in, it filled me with ice.
Fang jerked his chin up the ramp. "Looks like we're up."
I pushed through the revolving gate. By the time we made it to the boarding platform, the only empty cars were at the very front and the very back of the roller coaster. Fang headed toward the former.
The roller coaster's construction didn't inspire my confidence, remodeled or not. It looked more than a century old and was made of wood that had spent a lot of time exposed to Maine's harsh elements. The artwork painted on the sides was even less inspiring.
The car Fang chose had a grouping of four paintings. The first depicted a mob of horned demons ripping the wings off a screaming male angel. The next painting showed the wingless angel perched on a headstone, watching children play from a distance. In the third painting, the wingless angel stood close to the children, crooking a finger at one little green eyed girl. In the final painting, the wingless angel drifted through the girl's body like a ghost. The girl's eyes were black, her smile was gone, and she'd sprouted horns like the demons from the first painting. A slivered moon hung above the paintings.
I averted my eyes and assured myself it was the frigid air making my legs tremble. I slid into the car beside Fang.
"Your past wouldn't frighten me," I said, buckling my seat belt across my lap. "I'm guessing I'd be more appalled than anything."
"Appalled," he repeated. The tone of his voice led me to believe he'd accepted the accusation. Strange, since Fang never degraded himself.
The cars rolled backward, then lurched forward. Not in a smooth way, we headed away from the platform, climbing steadily uphill. The smell of sweat, rust, and saltwater blowing in from the sea filled the air. Fang sat close enough to smell. I caught the slightest trace of rich mint soap.
"You look pale," he said, leaning in to be heard above the clicking tracks.
I felt pale, but did not admit it.
At the crest of the hill there was a moment's hesitation. I could see for miles, noting where the dark countryside blended with the sparkle of the suburbs and gradually became the grid of Portland's lights.
The wind held its breath, allowing the damp air to settle on my skin.
Without meaning to, I stole a look at Fang. I found a measure of consolation in having him at my side.
Then he flashed a grin.
"Scared, Love?"
I clenched the metal bar drilled into the front of the car as I felt my weight tip forward. A shaky laugh slipped out of me. I've always been afraid of heights.
Our car flew demonically fast, my hair flapping out behind me. Swerving to the left, then to the right, we clattered over the tracks. Inside, I felt my organs float and fall in response to the ride. I looked down, trying to concentrate on something not moving.
It was then that I noticed my seat belt had come undone.
I tried to shout at Fang, but my voice was swallowed up in the rush of air. I felt my stomach go hollow, and I let go of the metal bar with one hand, trying to secure the seat belt around my waist with the other. The car lunged to the left. I slammed shoulders with Fang, pressing against him so hard it hurt.
The car soared up, and I felt it lift from the tracks, not fully riveted to them.
We were plunging. The flashing lights along the tracks blinded me; I couldn't see which way the track turned at the end of the dive.
It was too late. The car swerved to the right. I felt a jolt of panic, and then it happened. My left shoulder slammed against the car door. It flung open, and I was ripped out of the car while the roller coaster sped off without me. I rolled onto the tracks and grappled for something to anchor myself. My hands found nothing, and I tumbled over the edge, plunging straight down through the black air. The ground rushed up at me, and I opened my mouth to scream.
The next thing I knew, the ride screeched to a stop at the unloading platform.
My arms hurt from how tightly Fang held me. "Now that's what I call a scream," he said, grinning at me.
In a daze, I watched him place a hand over his ear as if my scream still echoed there. Not at all certain what had just happened, I stared at the place on his arm where my nails had left semicircles tattooed on his skin. Then my eyes moved to my seat belt. It was secured around my waist.
"My seat belt…" I began. "I thought—"
"Thought what?" Fang asked, sounding genuinely interested. "I thought … I flew out of the car. I literally thought … I was going to die."
"I think that's the point."
At my sides, my arms trembled. My knees wobbled slightly under the weight of my body.
"Guess we're stuck as partners," said Fang. I suspected a small degree of victory in his voice. I was too stunned to argue.
"The Archangel," I murmured, looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent.
"It means high ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall."
I started to open my mouth, meaning to say again how I was sure I'd left the car for a moment and forces beyond my ability to explain had put me safely back behind my seat belt. Instead I said, "I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl."
Fang smirked again. Guiding me down the walk, he said, "I'll take you back to the arcade."
I've never been more scared in my life in front of a guy…