Chapter 11
(Fang's P.O.V)
After Iggy took Max home, I found Angel and we headed home. Along the way, my thoughts strayed to Max and Dylan. I didn't like Max, surely, but I didn't want her to get hurt on that date.
"He'd better not hurt her," I thought.
"S I take it Dylan asked Max out and she said 'yes'?" Angel asked.
"What?" I asked. "Oh, yeah."
"And you don't like it," she stated. I swear it was like she could read minds or something.
"It's not that I don't like it, I just don't want her getting hurt," I told Angel.
"Then, tell her about Chasidy," she pushed. I shook my head, my grip tightening on the wheel.
"No."
"Just ell her about how you and Dylan were best friends."
"No."
"Hoe he stole Chasidy from you."
"Ange. Stop." We were now parked outside our house.
"How he knew you loved her."
"Angel," I turned to her.
"And got her killed.""
"Dammit, Angel!" I shouted. "I said No!"
Angel cowered under my temper. I took a deep breathe to calm myself. I rarely ever lost my temper with Angel.
"I'm sorry, Ange," I said, but my voice still sounded clipped and short.
"It's okay, Fang. I shouldn't have pushed you like that. I'm sorry."
I nodded.
I tossed her the key and she went inside. Shortly after, I went inside and headed straight to my room. I took a shower and looked through my sketch books. I found many pictures of Chasidy, both in black and white, and in colour. I skipped through to the last clean page and began to sketch.
I sketch a full body colored picture of Angel with a halo on top of her head. Then I sketch the same picture in black and white. When I was finished, Angel knocked on my door.
"Fang?" she said. "Do you still love me?" she asked. It was the same questions she would ask when we had arguments when we were younger.
"Yes," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "I still love you."