Chapter 8

Omigod, Fang is so dead. Omigod, Fang is so dead. Omigod, Fang is so dead. It was the only phrase circling through my head when I woke up the next morning. I was up at like 6:30, and decided he should be too. Unfortunately, he was, so I missed out on the pleasure of jumping on him to wake him up and "accidentally" kneeing him where it counts.

"Morning." He mumbled, making coffee already.

"I talked to Dylan last night and he said your story about you and Brigid was…" Must not swear, must not swear, "A load of hooey. Yes, I did just say hooey." He looked shocked, angry, and a little bit hurt.

"You think I would cheat on you?" he inquired softly. But I refused to be taken in.

"What about that red-haired girl, Lissa or whatever her name was, back in Virginia?" I spat. It was six am and I was already fuming. Today was shaping up to be great.

"That was before I knew. I would never cheat on you, Max. You're the only one that I've ever loved, and the only one I ever will. Unless you don't love me back. Then I'll just go my own way." He murmured his confession, voice pitched for only me. He seemed honestly hurt that I thought he would cheat on me. I started to not believe what Dylan had told me. Fang just looked so innocent.

"Of course I do." I said, just melting in his gaze. Then it turned impish.

"And let's not forget about good old Sam the Eraser, too." He laughed. We laughed.

"Did you talk to Fang?" Dylan inquired when we were out flying later in the day. It was just before I had to leave to go to a wedding-dress fitting with Mom.

"Ummmm… yes?" I answered.

"And what did he say?" Dylan prompted.

"Uh, he denied everything and, and…" I said trailing off, the rest of it just too intimate to share.

"And what?"

"And nothing. That's all."

"You have to believe me, Max! They were making out big time. Maybe he felt sorry afterwards, but that jerk loved it." He… exploded? Almost-but-not-quite exploded.

"Uh-huh? Prove it." I loved him and all, but I hate it when people try to shove information down my throat. The only thing that gets me more fired up is the word no.

"Talk to Brigid on your shopping trip. She'll tell you the truth." He answered, almost smugly, like he couldn't be proven wrong.

"Don't you worry. I will" I sneered. God, his confidence was so annoying sometimes!

We were in the car on the way to the wedding dress place (separate from the dress place) I leaned over to Brigid and said

"What exactly happened that day between you and Fang?" And do you know what Dr. Wonderful did? She flushed the ugliest red you could possibly and started stuttering.

"Look, I'm not mad." She raised her eyebrows "Okay, yesterday I was so mad I could have happily ripped your face off. But I'm over it." Sort of.

"Okay then." Frigid (clever, I know.) breathed out looking relieved. "I took him outside to watch him fly and after a while he landed cuz he was feeling tired" Liar. Unless they were out there for 8 hours. Which is a whole other problem. I thought "We were just sitting there for a while, then we looked at each other and we both leaned in at the same time. I don't know what came over me. I mean, he's six years younger than me, and he has a girlfriend," Return of the tomato monster, "And I'm so sorry. But if you're looking for someone to blame then I guess it was both of us. And I'm really, really sorry. Can you forgive me?" she was blushing and stuttering and half of me felt bad, half of me wanted to throttle Fang, and half of me wanted Fang to see his princess like this. By the way, I know that's three halves. I'm three dimensional, so why don't I get to have three halves? That, my friends, is flawed logic.

"Sure, whatever helps you get through the night." I muttered as we arrived at the wedding dress place. The dress we picked out was really pretty, for Mom. Not for me. Ever. Unless I was dead and Nudge was in charge of my funeral. Actually, even then I would come back to life and change into sweats. Anyway, we got home and I confronted Fang.

"I talked to Fr- Brigid and she told me the real story. I can't believe you would kiss her!" I told him.

"I didn't…" Fang started, but I was having none of that.

I fell for that last time, but this time there's no chance so don't even think about it, mister." I snapped "You kissed her and she kissed you. But it's the whole 'you kissed her' thing I'm worried about!"

"But, Max…"

"Zip it, bucko. God, with how mad I am I could go out and announce to the world that I choose Dylan!" I fumed.

"I'm trying to tell you that, while I will admit that I did kiss Brigid, I also was flying for seven hours, had a granola bar, and spent two hours out there with her. I was so wiped I couldn't tell you my name." Fang hissed

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. You might want to think before you open your big mouth next time."

You have no idea how hard it was to restrain myself from ripping his limbs off right then.