Chapter 5
Fang soared off in front of us and I rocketed quickly to catch up to him, the rest of the flock falling in behind at a close distance. He remained quiet for the next ten minutes of our flight and I tried desperately to figure out what was going on inside that deep, dark mind of his.
That deep dark mind that matched every bit of his deep dark body. Black jeans framing his bottom half perfectly, a black tee outlining contours of his dark skinned muscles, his dark –
I am so stupid. Forget I said that.
"Soooo – think those guys were legit?" I asked Fang as I pulled up next to him.
He flashed a shrewd glance, our fleeting eye connection told me we were on the same page regarding the boys in black.
FBI, my tail feathers.
I mean, the badge and mannerisms were fairly authentic; but come on, Jeb? No way he'd allow the FBI to just come and whisk us away without talking to me first.
Did I really just say my tail feathers?
For those of you new to this ride - Jeb was my father. Or at least he provided the necessary stuff that biologically made him my father. He stole the six of us away from this horrible place called the School, raised us for two years, then disappeared for another two. We all thought him dead for a long while, then he resurfaced – in the form of "one of them." He worked in cahoots with the evil scientists to "help" us – or so he said. I was still having a hard time accepting his feigned betrayal.
Lately, he'd been on the side of justice – or at least it seemed. He, my mom, and bunch of other "out to save the world" people set us up with all kinds of projects – a trip to a frozen wasteland (aka Antarctica), an air show over Venus (uh - Mexico City), and the latest venture – a movie.
A movie. I kicked myself for the twenty-second time for agreeing to that one.
I looked behind me, eyed the rest of my crew behind me. Nudge and Angel flew side by side, Gazzy and Iggy taking the rear. Gazzy usually took the rear as we were all a little unnerved by his random – um – outbursts.
Fang and I were fifteen. Iggy probably was too, although his unofficial birthday was in a few weeks. None of us knew exactly when our birthdays were so Jeb – in his gooey paternal mode – allowed us to pick our own. Gazzy and Iggy took all of seven seconds to decide on July 4th. Can't imagine why.
Gazzy was roughly nine – his true sister Angel, seven. And Nudge – our token African American – was twelve. Twelve going on twenty-one. In the past three months, she had become more enamored with the high life than ever. Nudge had always existed as the fashion guru (like we needed one), but lately – it seemed that was all she cared about. Nails done once a week, hair styled just as often. And the clothes - ate a pretty penny out of Jeb's suggested budget. Especially when they had to be tailor made to you know – accommodate for wings.
Yes – Nudge was becoming a teenager – in more ways than one. Hit this thing called puberty that I would prefer to forget all about. I was grouchier than usual once a month. Nudge seemed to be grouchy on a daily basis.
She was growing up. And I didn't like it.
And neither did Fang.
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A/N: Sorry for the delay in the update - took a small summer vacay - no internet unless I wanted to pay for it. I should be done chapter 6 by tomorrow - I am so far behind. :( And will hopefully update again on Tuesday.
PS - Did you like the JP steal (I'm so stupid... forget I said that) Just love that line - had to use it.
And thanks to those of you that review! I really do appreciate it!
