Fanglover – You have officially made my day, maybe even my week. I love having reviews like that. It's people like you that keep me writing. And so just for you, I am going to give you another chapter to this story. And yes, when I wrote this, it was my first story, and I wanted to stick true to the books, but I guess I developed a more abstract approach, more to satisfy my boredom I think. Sometimes you have to move away from a story to get going again. I really am flattered that you like my writing, I used to want to write when I'm older, maybe I still will one day. And woah! I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT "ANGEL" that's soooo exciting, but yeah I did know about the film, about 2 years ago, and I've been getting impatient. The director or someone asked for a complete rewrite of the script to add more action, so I'm hoping it'll be good! Fly on.
By the way, excuse my language in this chapter. There's a lot of anger.
I do not own Maximum Ride.
Max POV
I woke up in the morning wishing I hadn't sat on watch for quite so long but ready for anything as I realised today was the day I was going to find my Mom and Ella and the thought fuelled me on ready for anything. Which was probably just as well, as Fang sat there a little way from the flock with a thunderous expression on his face. I mean, I don't think I have ever seen him this angry. Ever. Not even when kicking Eraser butt. It was honestly quite scary. The only other person awake was Angel, and she was sitting on her own as well, looking ashamed and thoughtful, like suddenly she'd learned the word "morals" overnight.
Oh shit – (excuse my French). What has she done? She's gone and said something hasn't she? What has she told him?
"What's up Fang?" I asked cautiously, not knowing what to expect.
"You know exactly what's up." He glared at me, brushing past me back to the group and then ignoring me.
"I honestly don't Fang. What did I do?...Fang?...Fang!" Great. Whatever it was he wasn't going to tell me. And he wasn't going to talk to me at all. This stung. A lot. After going from such perfect bliss last night to…this? What was I going to do? The flock wouldn't exactly be happy to hear that after getting together, we weren't talking to each other a day later.
"Angel! We need words. NOW!" I shouted to her, sparking fear in her face. I felt bad, but I HAD to know what she'd said to Fang, and I knew I wouldn't get it out of her without a lot of persuasion.
Clumsily, with a scared look on her face she stumbled over to where I was, looking ashamed of herself, for probably the first time ever. She didn't say anything as she looked at me with half-power bambi eyes (the other half full of fear and shame).
Fortunately half-strength doesn't work on me.
"Angel sweetie, what did you say to Fang?"
"N..nothing?"
"Angel, please sweetie. Tell me. I won't be mad at you this time. But you'll have to tell me or Fang might not speak to me for a while and you want us to be happy don't you?"
"Yes. I do! But…but please don't hate me Max. You're always telling me not to miss stuff out and not tell you stuff I know from people's thoughts, and some things I can't help hearing, like when a person's thinking about one thing a lot. And I really really thought it might be important for me to tell Fang that…"
She bit her lip looking up at me worriedly.
"That?..."
"That Iggy kept thinking about you kissing him. But you hadn't thought about it once, and that you really loved Fang, and I thought that you two kissing was way cooler than you and Iggy, 'cos that's just weird."
SHIT. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. What do I say to him? He knows? That wasn't supposed to happen. Why did Angel have to choose now to start thinking about telling us stuff of all times? I just about registered her slinking away from me and my promise not to be mad, and thinking it was just as well she was escaping. I think I need to be alone for a bit and decide what to say to Fang.
With that, I walked to the edge of the lake, still reflecting the early morning sunlight, and took off, flying at high speed and then resting about a mile away in a tree to think. What do I say to Fang to make this better? I can't believe I've hurt him. I never meant to. I never meant to kiss Iggy. I was just mad, and he'd kissed Lyndsey, but he was under her charm, and I was thinking all by myself and oh no!
Fang POV
She took off. She actually took off. I mean what the fuck? Isn't it bad enough what she did? But she just took off with no explanation. She's not even going to deny it, or come up with an excuse. Does that mean it really happened and not (I hoped) some weird figment of Iggy's twisted imagination and Angel was confusing his dream with reality, since he can't see and stuff, his head must be a little more confusing at times. Maybe. Urgh.
I can't get the mental image out of my head. Max. MY Max. And Iggy. My best friend. But they wouldn't ever kiss would they? But I knew deep down that there was no way to deny it. It happened. Angel has never been wrong before, and now Max has run (or flown) off.
SHIT.
