Chapter 7-

By the time Friday had come, I had been hanging out with Iggy and Fang everyday. I'd even sat with them in class a couple of times. I guess I was starting to call them friends, I know I was enjoying hanging out with him… I mean them. Sophie was still hanging around but something was off about her.

Today was the day that we had to do our play on humiliation… I mean cooperation. I burst into hysterics at the sight of Fang when he walked into the gym. He had straw coming out of his jumper and out of his sleeves, he was wearing a big straw hat and had straw coming out of that as well. The yellow straw was contrast to his dark hair. I didn't call Fang Nick anymore, he was simply Fang, plus it annoyed the crap out of him.

"You look like a scarecrow!" Iggy exclaimed in hysterics.

"I'm supposed to," Fang grumbled.

"Well you um, certainly look the part," I assured him trying to contain my laughter.

"Would the both of you shut up," Fang snapped.

"There, there, Spud," I soothed him.

"Maybe you should've called him Spud," Iggy suggested.

"Nah, Fang suits him better, just be careful of the sunlight," I winked at him.

"I cannot catch a break," Fang muttered to himself.

"You chose the wrong girl mate," Iggy laughed. I looked at him with question in my eyes.

"I mean the wrong girl to pick on," Iggy corrected him.

"Ok then you freaked me out for a minute, I thought that you thought that Fang and I were together," I told him.

"Noway! I know you guys aren't like that," Iggy laughed.

Sophie wasn't here today so I was mainly sticking around Fang and Iggy. It was weird, I mean I'd hung out with boys before but that was if I was playing football or something like that. I never really hung out with them to talk like friends or anything.

Were Fang and Iggy my friends or just people to pass the time? Am I really going to start asking these questions again? If I didn't watch it I was going to start hearing voices in my head, won't that be fun.

Finally the play was over but I ended up sitting with Fang for the rest of the assembly since Iggy was working with the sound and music and all that sort of stuff. I realised that I was sitting next to Fang by choice and I suddenly had a little melt down in my mind.

"Max, are you ok?" Fang asked me. Why was he asking? Why did he care?

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied and moved away from him slightly.

"I promise I'm not going to bite you again," Fang promised me.

"Ok then, it's good to know that you really aren't a vampire," I joked weakly. Fang stuck his tongue out at me and went back into dark a brooding silence.

There was something about him. I think people didn't see the real Fang, I almost thought that Fang didn't want anyone to see the real him. He was bizarre and really complex. I didn't even know him all that well and yet I knew he was a closed up book.

"Ok, I know something's puzzling you," Fang noticed. Instantly my guard went up.

"How would you know? You don't even know me!" I snapped. We were silent for the rest of the assembly, well we were supposed to be anyways but this was an extremely awkward silence.

At lunch we were playing basketball but Fang and I weren't having as much fun as usual but I don't think that was noticed since Nudge wouldn't shut up. I was enjoying having Nudge around again, we'd strayed when I'd hung out with Casey and Sally.

I knew Fang was avoiding me and for some reason that kind of hurt.

"Ok, you're driving me crazy, what's up with you?" I demanded of Fang.

"I could say the same thing to you," Fang snapped.

"Hey! What did I do?" I demanded.

"Are you really that naïve?" Fang asked me. By now everyone had stopped playing basketball and was looking at the two of us.

"I have no idea what you are talking about?" I asked him.

"You start talking and then the next thing I know you're mad at me for nothing!" Fang explained.

"I do not!" I insisted.

"Do too," He argued.

"Alright guys, that's enough," Iggy interrupted.

"If you want to argue, go over there and let us continue with out game," Ethan instructed us.

"Why do you even care if I'm angry at you?" I asked Fang.

"Because I know I'm not who you're mad at," He answered maybe a little too quickly.

"How would you know that?" I demanded. I don't know why but I was constantly defending myself against Fang and he was right I wasn't mad at him.

"I don't know," Fang muttered.

"I'm sorry," I sighed.

"I don't know why I'm snapping but I'm sorry," I gazed my eyes down.

"Well it's alright I guess, I'm sorry, I let my temper get the better of me sometimes," Fang mumbled.

I had a strange feeling about Fang from that moment on, it was weird I felt like we'd been talking for a lot longer than two weeks. But we weren't friends we just played basketball together and talked. We had our friendly moments but I still made it a point to pick on him. If Fang and I weren't friends why did I think about him so much?

A/N hang in there the romance stuff will come but it won't be instant.