Chapter 8- My Beloved

Max's POV

Someone from home. That's what he told me. I mean, not going to outright say he's lying to me, but damn he's totally lying to me. As I get ready for school, it runs through my mind that just a few hours ago I thought Fang and I actually had something going for a moment. If it turns out to be true then...I don't know...Honestly, I think something's up because I noticed he's always dropping little words like me getting hurt or risks. Hey, don't even go there. I've said this before and I'll say it again, I can take care of myself.

I looked at the papers on the counter..THE FUCKING FIELD TRIP FORM! Wait a second..Okay, I don't need to worry about mine, hahaha. All the school has to do is call my mom because they know I don't live with her anymore. I'll just pay them myself though, after all we still have a few days. I finished getting ready, but I noticed Fang hasn't even left his room yet so I went and knocked on his door. I put my ear against the door waiting for him to say something, all I heard were thuds and that was about it.

The door opened a little, showing an under dressed, messy hair, pale as fuck Fang complete with dark circles under his eyes...Well more than usual to say the least. He slumped over onto my shoulder, losing his balance and leaned onto the wall.

"Oh my God, Fang are you okay?" I asked as I pulled his arm over my shoulder to bring him back over to the bed. He didn't say anything back, he just was breathing really heavy. I put my hand against his forehead to find that he was sweating and shivering uncontrollably while murmuring the words, "Stop..please.." I yelled at him to wake up, then he started to open his eyes which were filled with confusion. Fang looked around and sighed of relief.

"What was that about?" I asked him, hoping to get an actual answer this time around.
"I don't really remember...What time is it?" He asked, gathering himself together to start getting ready.
"Still early, you have time. Is there anything I can do?"
"No. I'm fine, I'll be out in a moment."
"Fine."

I walked out, turning my head to see him sit back on the bed for a moment and put his hands over his face. Lately, I've taken notice that he's been getting these nightmares about someone doing something really bad. I don't know what's really going on and it seems like something's really getting to him. Though I didn't have much time to think about it because it seems almost instant that he was ready to walk out the door. He didn't even meet my eyes until we were half way down the block. The silence between us was so silent...well ironically it pierced my ears...hehe. Either way I couldn't take it seeing him like this.

"Fang, what happened?" I questioned, at this point I want him to stop running away from the fact he can trust me. Though I highly doubt it because of the fact it's Fang, but you know what? To hell with it.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slowing his pace.
"About earlier." I pushed on, hoping he would catch my hint of tell me what the fuck is going on or I might just kick you.
He took a second to answer, he mumbled out an, "I told you, I don't remember what it was about."
"You honestly think I'm that stupid to believe that?" I snapped. I don't believe him.
Fang rolled his eyes, repeating his fictional statement full of bullshit.

"Fine. I get it. Don't tell me. Because maybe you think caring about what hurts you is a crime. Okay fine. You don't want me to care? Then too bad. Can't stop this ferocious tiger from getting her prey, Fang. I get that it'll take time for you to open up, but I'd rather you say you don't want to talk about it than to lie altogether." I said, watching Fang walk away.

"In that case, I really don't want to talk about it." He loudly replied, taking his phone out of his satchel. Real mature.

When I was opening my locker, I saw a rose with a small note attached to it. Immediately I thought Fang put it there before I GOTTT into school, so I put the note into my pocket and headed for class. Let me tell you, learning history with all this shit on your mind is no tough thing to do. It took almost all I had just to concentrate enough to write down the notes. While we were working on a sheet, I pulled out the note and it read:

I'm sorry about earlier , please give me another chance...

-Your beloved

Hmm...Your beloved? Really? That's so cheesy, Fang. I looked behind me, happening to actually not catch his gaze for once and smirked. Rolling my eyes, I put the note back into my pocket and happened to glance out the classroom window to notice...Wait a second...You've got to be kidding me. With this, I knew the note wasn't from Fang, it was from that creep who was staring back at me...Dylan. That's just fucking weird. Maybe he has a crush or whatever, but even if this is his was for apologizing, I honestly don't care. Dylan needs to move on and find someone else and that's exactly what I plan to tell him when I see him again.

A few classes later and we headed to lunch, surprisingly Fang hasn't even said anything throughout the day so far. Talk about holding a grudge. I walked to the table nearest to the door and sat down with my things. I looked over to Fang once more to see him being crowded by Lissa, the walking slut bag. I was so invested in my own thoughts I didn't even hear Iggy and Nudge put their things down beside me. These are the most coolest people I've met this year, no joke. Nudge is someone who'd definitely talk the hell out of you, but her heart is just as big as her want to talk. She's really sweet and fashionable, as in her clothes always seem to match with her darker complexion. Along with Iggy who happens to be rather pale with strawberry blonde hair growing out a little long, but not too long. He is the MOST sarcastic person I know and that definitely says something. Though he has his "downs" he is as delightful as he is sarcastic, to be honest.

"Hey Max, what's up? I noticed you were a bit on edge this morning." Iggy asked, laying his books out onto the table.

"Nothing important, believe me. Just dealing with the usual dumbass in my life now and again, if you know what I mean." I told them about Fang living with me. Nudge was totally caught off guard, but she was really all for it. Though Iggy was a bit more...reluctant so to say, but he eventually had to get with it anyway.

I caught Fang's eye for a moment and he motioned to leave out of the cafeteria under the table. Rolling my eyes, I just gave him a look that screamed, "Oh please, after what you tried to pull?" Though I guess he was really into the decision to leave because he got up and walked over to my table while Lissa was shouting remarks after him. He sat down and motioned a wave to Nudge and Iggy.

"What's your problem?" I grumbled, not into the emerging conversation.

"I don't know Max. What's yours?" He shot back. Look, I'm all for him talking to me, but not with him acting like a dick. I got up and walked out of the cafeteria, because I don't feel like getting into another argument right now. Though he got up and followed me out, I tried to walk faster.

"Max, seriously?" He asked, raising his voice. Fang grabbed my arm and turned me around, quite forcefully if I might add.

"What?"

"Maybe if you actually took a fucking second to stop and talk, we'd be getting somewhere."

"You're the one who walked away in the first place." I flared, he was not making me seem like the bad guy here. He coughed and brought my into a hug.

"Right. Sorry."

I would've responded, but truthfully all my attention was on the one standing behind him with another rose and a smile.

"Dylan...you son of a bitch."

AUTHORS NOTE

Well goddamn it's been a hellofalong time. My bad...I've recently learned that I'm absolutely terrible with keeping up a stable time thing for this. Yes, yes, thow some shade, it's okay

Well, school's on break now...might upload 2 more tomorrow to make up for this? I've been wanting to and I dont know...Since it's been awhile this chapter took sooo fucking long to make because I don't necessarily know how to get back with it if you know what i mean. If you dont really know whats going on right now, thats okay itll be explained later because ill be back with the program. so this might just be really fuckin weird and im sorry about that..
Anyway, i still haven't broken one of my last standing rules:
This chapter is 1458 words

Let me know, how did you like this? Have any questions? Did something not add up right?
;-; I feel a bit out of touch. I'm almost 17 in a few months..for fucks sake i need to keep updating this story. I'll tell you this:
I know the mistakes of not uploading in almost a year now and I can tell you...I will never wait that fucking long again dear jesus

Well...you know the drill

Catch you on the flip side...Thanks for staying with me so far

~Kyra