Is anyone reading this? I know I already asked but I really feel like I'm writing for no one.

Chapter 6

When I got to my room, all of the female flock members, plus Ella, were waiting for me. I sighed and joined them.

"While you were gone, we were thinking and we decided that making a pro/con list would be the best way to figure out your feelings." Nudge said, obviously the elected spokesperson. I sighed again. Sometimes I thought not asking for help was better.

"Okay, fine." I conceded. "Let's get this over with."

PRO- Dylan CON- Dylan

1. Has amazing 1. Asks too many questions

Eyes 2. Doesn't really know me

2. Gorgeous hair 3. Too perfect

3. Really good 4. A little too intense

Kisser 5. Hasn't been around long enough

4. Really sweet 6. Gifted w/Dr. G-H's magic spit

And open

5. Good

Fighter?

6. Can fly?

PRO- Fang CON- Fang

1. Has known 1. Too closed off

Me forever 2. Knows all of my flaws

2. My right-hand 3. Has hippie hair

Man 4. Ummmm…

3. Best kisser 5. There's nothing else bad

In the world about Fang

4. Too much history

To give up on

5. Looks great in

Black

6. Can play a mean

Harmonica

"Now we're getting somewhere." Said Nudge happily, reading over the lists. "Did you notice that Dylan has an even number of pros and cons, while Fang has more pros? I think this means you should choose Fang."

"Fang needs more cons? I can do that. He needles me constantly, despises Dylan, and solves everything with violence. There, now the pro/con lists are even." I answered back.

"The funny thing is that, until Dylan kissed you, you could have been describing yourself." Ella giggled. I gave her my patented if-you-don't-stop-laughing-right-now-I'm-going-to-kill-you glare. It worked, of course.

"Got any other ideas?" I asked, hating myself the whole time.

"Of course we do!" answered Angel

If my life was a movie then you would have just watched a cheesy montage of all of the methods, undeniably backed by annoyingly peppy music. Since this is a book, you're going to have to suffer through me telling you.

First they put up pictures of both of them. Then they had me close my eyes and walk forward. Whichever picture I was closer to was the one that I should choose. I'm not saying their methods are perfect, but I'll take what I can get. Anyhow, I somehow did a u-ie and walked straight into the door. I'm going to have a huge bruise tomorrow.

Method number two was me picking names out of a hat. They had the Gasman write them, so they wouldn't know which was which. I pulled one out and we all got kind of excited. I opened the paper and… couldn't read what it said because of Gazzy's suckish penmanship. Of course.

They figured "third time's the charm" and went on with option numero tres. For this one, they had me pick the petals off of a daisy. I started out loud, but it was kind of awkward, so I said them in my head. When I got to the last petal they all looked at me expectantly, and I realized that I had forgotten to keep track after a while. So that one was down the tubes.

You can just imagine the rest. After about three hours even Nudge's imagination was tuckered out. Plus, by then Mom was home. I raced into the kitchen, where I knew she would be, and found her smooching Jeb. Gag, much? I turned and ran away. I am now both grossed out and disappointed. I can't get the image of them kissing out of my head. Jeb looked like he was eating her face. Do Dylan and I look like that? Do Fang and I look like that?

If my Voice could project images it would be showing me pictures of me kissing right now.

After an hour or two of just lazing around (because, honestly, I deserved some time to myself) I pried myself out of my room, quickly noting how quiet it was and going to investigate. As I was running all over the house, I happened to glance at the window and notice a giant knot of people clustered around it. I raced over to figure out what was going on

The knot of people was the flock and all wedding-related visitors. The reason they were all gathered together was a mystery. All I could figure was that something big and bad was happening. And fast.

I could tell by the mounting tension that someone was hurt, dead, or going to be. I paused for a second to pray that Dylan and Fang weren't fighting again, then plunged forward. You'd be surprised by how many people there were, for how antisocial we were.

When I reached the front, all I could ascertain were that there were a few not-so-still forms on the ground outside. My brain refused to absorb who they were. Brigid and Fang, on the ground next to each other. Entwined. And something was happening.

And for all those weirdos out there who are thinking what I think you're thinking, no, EW, that's gross. They were making out. No more, no less. So don't even go there. Fang is fifteen, for crying out loud!

Anyway, I refused to accept that Fang was even sorta, kinda with anyone else. It just didn't compute. Even with the proof right there in front of my face, I would not accept the cold, hard facts. I tried to convince myself that he had been dragged out here against his will. But, surrounding by this whispering, giggling group of people, I couldn't make it seem true. Fang. Was. Kissing. Someone. Else. I had to admit this before anything else happened, before they pounced on me.

But it wasn't possible. Amidst the crowd I saw my mom looking at me with worried eyes, and I just caved. I figured I had about half a second before I crumpled to the ground, sobbing. So I took off. As I always do.