Chapter 13

(Fang's P.O.V)

When I got home on Friday, I felt a bit unnerved. Basketball practice went a bit late, so I had asked Iggy to drop Angel home. I had shot so many three pointers and should have been feeling great. So why was there an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I tried to draw the feeling away, I drew my mom, my dad, Iggy, Nudge, even Lissa and Skye, I couldn't even shake the feeling. I took a hot shower in hope clearing my head. It didn't work.

Finally, I took up my car keys. I told Ange I was going out for a drive, with hopes of the cool night air calming me down.

(Max's P.O.V)

The movie that Dylan and I saw was not a horror movie like I desired, but a romance movie that I had to admit wasn't half bad. A couple times throughout the movie, Dylan's hand strayed to my leg, and I subtly (and I mean subtly) shifted, so his head would fall off.

After the movie, Dylan walked me out of the theatre with his hand around my waist.

"Dylan?" I asked. "Who's Chasidy?"

"She's a girl I was with two years ago," he told me. I was confused. If Chasidy was Dylan's girlfriend, what did she have to do with Fang?

"What does she have to do with Fang?"

"Fang and I used to be friends, but when I started going out with Chasidy, he got jealous."

"Oh," I said. "So where's Chasidy now?"

"She moved." he told me. I nodded. By this time, we were at Dylan's car. Dylan tilted my head up and kissed me softly on my lips. He pushed my on the car as the kiss got hungrier, deeper and, frankly, more disgusting. He started to slide his hand under my blouse and I pushed him away. He just grabbed my hand and pressed it against his jutting erection.

"See that?" he growled in my ear. "That's what you do to me."

I pulled my hand away. "Dylan stop."

He ignored me and instead of proceeded to kiss me in the most disgusting way possible.

"Stop," I said, after I had pushed him away. He just laughed in a cold, harsh laugh.

He opened the car door and pushed me inside. When he proceeded to unbuckled my jeans when I realized that he intended to have sex with me.

"No, Dylan," I said trying to push him off of me. I started to scream when he silenced me with a kiss. A wet, slobbery, disgusting one.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized this was it. He was going to rape me. He started to unbuckle his jeans, when someone pulled him away from the car.