Just a note: This chapter is in Fang's Point of View.
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Oh my God. I can't believe I let Max talk me into this. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to Iggy. Especially about the younger kids. This was Max's job! I slowly walked to Iggy's room. The door was shut. I knocked twice and waited.
"Come in!" I heard Iggy call. God, this was so not what I did. I opened the door and stepped inside. Iggy was lying on his bed. When he saw me, he said, "Oh hey Fang! Come sit next to me!" Um, how did he know it was me? Oh well.
"Hey, Iggy, we need to talk," I said, sitting next to him. "It's about Nudge. And Max."
"Ok. Go for it."
"Well, you shouldn't have hit Nudge. Or Max, for that matter. She's scared of you now. Nudge, I mean – not Max. I know that Nudge talks a lot and stuff, but that's just her. Trust me, I've wanted to hit her too, but I never actually would have. She's just a kid, Ig." That pretty much summed up what Max wanted me to tell Iggy. "He'll listen to you,' she said. 'You're both guys.'
"I guess you're right, Fang…" Iggy looked at me. He looked kinda weird.
"Are you alright, Iggy?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course."
"Oh. Ok." I didn't entirely believe him.
"Why do you care so much for Max?" Iggy asked.
"You know why, Ig."
"I do?"
"Well, yeah," I said. "Remember? You've known for a long time."
"I have?"
"Yea. What, did you forget?"
"Maybe. Can you tell me again?"
"I care for Max 'cause I love her. How could you forget that?" What was he, crazy? Iggy never forgot stuff!
Instead of answering me, Iggy leaned closer to me. He smiled. He got even closer. I wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing, but I couldn't. Yeah. I couldn't.
Cause Iggy kissed me.
I automatically shoved him off me. "Gross! Iggy!" I yelled at him. He just sat there, on the bed. Like nothing had happened.
"Oh, Fang," Iggy said. "Haven't you figured it out? I've loved you since we first met," he said. His voice sounded strangely girlish. He got up and started walking toward me. "It's okay, Fang. I won't hurt you." Yeah well, that's what they all say right before something bad happens.
I backed away. He kept walking toward me, until I was against the glass door that led onto the balcony. "Iggy – I don't know what your problem is, but I don't want anything to do with it. Stay away from me. I mean it." Iggy was freaking me out. How could he know where I was? Unless he could see. That made sense, but why the kiss? I wanted to throw up just thinking about it. I kissed a guy.
Well, not really. I got kissed by a guy. A sick guy, if you ask me. I never even knew Iggy was, um, attracted to, er, guys. He was still slowly walking toward me. Behind my back, I flipped the lock up. Slowly sliding the door aside, I stepped outside. The wind whipped around me, sending chills down my spine.
"Faaaaang," Iggy said. "Don't walk away from me. I love you!" Okay, this was getting too weird. I hopped up on the railing of the balcony. "Fang, don't leave me." Iggy said. He reached for my legs, but I had already jumped. I fell for about a second before I crashed into something. I heard a cry, possibly from me, but it was too hard to tell, and then I was falling, down, down, down…