Chap. 9

The Other Side of Layla

Layla POV

That slu- no, bi-, AH! Never mind. I have no reason t call her a slut. Or a bitch. She hasn't done anything besides 'informing' me that she and Nick were together.

Okay, so I have this 'thing' for him. He's hot, right? And new, too. But, nooooo, Max (tomboy name) is dating him. Why does this always happen to me? Oh, well. One rejection won't kill. It seemed like Max disliked me, I wonder why. Was I unintentionally flirting with Nick?

I don't want her to have me. MAYBE we can be friends.

In homeroom, I noticed how 'together' Max and Nick were. They fit together, like puzzle pieces. I shouldn't but in and tear them apart. I am a good, tactful (hopefully) person, after all.

Max POV

After the 'valedictorian', Fang and I stopped in homeroom, Angel sent me a 'thought' with that special skill of hers. Were they in trouble AGAIN? Jeez. They're never able to act normal.

Max, she said. We're not in trouble. Actually, I wanted to tell you Layla IS a good person. Angel sent me Ms. Perfect's thoughts.

Don't call her that! Rang Angel's voice, annoyed. I listened to Layla's thoughts. Hmm, Angel was right. Layla wasn't so bad after all.

Besides, Max, said Angel. She has this crush on this guy, Newton, but she doesn't know it yet.

Hmm. I'll consider our 'oh-so-great-valedictorian' again tonight. Maybe we COULD be friends. Well, probably not.

I was happy for the rest of that day. Like happy, happy, happy, HAPPY. There were 4 – uh, 5 reasons why.

1. The flock was acting normal enough.

2. No uniforms!

3. Layla stopped flirting with Fang.

4. Fang.

5. Fang.

Oh, and did I mention FANG? He was acting like… my boyfriend? Is that what I wanted?

That night I laid on my bed, listening to my iPod. Also thinking about Fang. FANG. Is that all I ever thought about?

A faint giggle brought me to my senses. Yes, you do! Angel cried.

Someone knocked on my door.

"Come in!" I shouted.

Fang walked – no, stalked in. Like some assassin, James Bond or somethi – uhh, never mind.

"Don't need to shout," he said quietly. "What's up?"

"Nothing's up," I sighed. "Except for a couple of birdkids." It's a joke, get it? Birdkids are up? 'Cause we fly – oh, never mind. Your loss.

Fang rolled his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Just my iPod."

"Listening to…?" he asked curiously.

I plugged my MP3 into the iHome and chose a random song. I turned the volume up, and Kerri Hilson's song blasted through the speakers.

Never thought I'd be in love like this,

When I look at you my mind goes on a trip.

Then you came in, and knocked me on my face…

Feels like I'm in a race, but I already won 1st place.

…

We were never meant to be, we just happened.

I smiled at the irony of our similar situations. I leaned my head on Fang's shoulder, and felt him relax next to me.

Another song came on.

Really had me going,

That was quite a show, very entertaining.

But it's over now, go on and take a bow…

Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not,

It just turned my smile into a frown. I reached over and violently pulled the plug on my iHome. That was NOT what Fang and I were. No way, we're happy now.

My brow crinkled. What if Fang didn't mean it? What if Rihanna's song was meant for us after all? All my thoughts were silenced by soft lips placed on mine.

A/N: Cheesy. I know, I have the fics where they have 'Fang's lips silenced mine' or 'placed on mine' or 'his lips crushed to mine', but that was the only thing I could think of to initiate a kiss. I changed it around a little; he doesn't have hard lips anymore, LOL. Anyway, to WritersHeart101, I tried to make the paragraphs a little longer by combining. So YEAH.

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