Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a slight movement, then appearing out of thin air, sat an unamused Fang. I didn't say anything, and even if I did it would probably just made the situation worse. He locked his eyes on mine.
Here goes the stare down, I thought irritatedly.
So there we were, fighting for dominance, or maybe fighting for Max? I didn't really know which. But, after a little while a looked away. The burning in my eyes was too much for me to handle.
"Fang, I was kidding with Max, I'm still gay." I lied.
He blinked a couple of times, his glare slowly subsiding. "Prove it." He barked coldly. I stared at him dumbfoundedly. Is he serious?
"How am I supposed to do that?" Fang looked around the room, stumped at his own question. He shook his head.
"Never mind." He said over his shoulder as he walked away.
Fang's POV
I'm not sure if Dylan is telling the truth or not, but if he is gay then I'm sure he wouldn't mind me telling Max that. I smirked at myself in the bathroom mirror. And if it turns out he WAS lying, well, it sucks to be Dylan.
Dylan's POV
As soon as Fang left the room, I whipped out Max's diary and opened to page one. If this wasn't going to help me get her, nothing was.
Dear Diary,
Even though this is against all of my morals, Nudge, Ella, and Angel have convinced me that you can help sort out all of the feelings, that I may or may not have, between Fang and or Dylan. But honestly Diary, I think you're stupid so don't expect these entries to be all mushy and heart filled, because that's not going to happen.
"Dylan! We're going swimming, you want to go?" Max yelled from outside. I looked out the window. Max in a bikini? I'm in. I slammed the diary closed and tucked it securely in my jacket pocket.