Chapter 6

(Max's P.O.V)

"It's obvious she likes you, Fang," I said. "I can call you Fang right?"

"Yeah sure. Everyone else does except the members of the "Be in Love with Fang' club over there," he responded sourly.

"I think the name just changed to 'Hate on Max'," I said, as I saw the glares being directed my way. "Anyways, as I was saying. It's obvious she likes you, why not go out with her?""I wouldn't go out with any of the girls at this school."

"Why not?" I asked curiously.

"I don't like girls who give guys the opportunity to treat them like objects. And besides, they try way too hard to get a guy's attention. Other guys may like to see girls wearing what Brigid was wearing, but personally, it disgusts me."

His answer shocked me to the core. When I first saw Fang, I thought he was one of those guys who just saw women as objects, toys to play with. What, with his long black hair, that fell over his eyes, piercing dark eyes, olive skin, muscles that threaten to burst through his clothes, despite the fact that his shirt wasn't very tight, and his barely-there-cockiness.

But after hearing his answer to my question, my perception of him changed greatly. There were very few men in the world that would have labeled under the category of 'GOOD MEN'. My Sam was one of them. Was it possible that I had found another?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Angel's repentant voice.

"I'm sorry, Fang. I really am."

"Ange. I really told you. It's okay."

"Are you sure? Cause-"

"Ange. It's fine," Fang said.

"What's going on?" Iggy asked.

"Total took a dump in my sneakers."

"Total?" I asked.

"My dog," Angel answered. "He's the cutest little Scottish Terrier."

"Is that why you were late this morning?" Iggy asked Fang.

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you just wear another pair of sneakers?" I asked.

"Fang's a bit stubborn. He's not gonna change his mind or plans for anyone- especially not a Scottish-Terrier." Iggy told me.

"Sounds a lot like Max," Ella mused.

I shot her a death glare. "Ella shut up," I said.

"Aww, they're perfect for each other," Iggy said, in his best dreamy voice.

Fang and I turned on him at the exact same time, and shot him death glares and daggers simultaneously.

"Just kidding," Iggy said.

I was about to make a snide remark, when I saw a cute blond haired, blue eyed guy that I recognized from my Calculus class staring at me.

"Iggy, who's that blond guy over there?" I asked. "Over your left shoulder."

Iggy turned around. "The guy from your Calc. class?" I nodded. "That's Dylan Tomlinson."

"Oh," I replied. "What's he like?"

"He's a lot like Fang in most ways."

"Oh," I said trying to sound disinterested. Is it possible that I have found three good guys in my short time on earth? I thought.

Apparently, I wasn't too good at sounding disinterested.

"Don't tell me you're interested in him," came Fang's harsh voice beside me.

"What?" I asked stunned.

"Are you interested in Dylan?" he asked me.

"No," I lied. "And if I was, what's it to you?"