Chapter 15

(Max's P.O.V)

Inside Fang's house was really warm and homely looking. There were pictures all around of him, Angel and their parents and also many trophies academies and sports. I also. I also saw what looked like framed life-lie drawings.

Angel was sprawled off on the couch sleeping, with the T.V. on. I saw Fang's face soften a bit when he saw her. He walked over to her, lifted her off of the couch and carried her to her room.

I was still a bit shaken up about what happened at the theatre. Unbidden, the scenes began to replay in my mind. I shook them away ad tried to focus on something else. I focused on the framed drawings. One was of Angel, and the other was a picture of Angel, her mom and her dad. No Fang. Hmmm.

Fang came downstairs and saw me staring at the drawing..

"Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded. "Thanks," he replied.

"You did those?" I asked. He nodded. "But they look so real."

"Thanks?" he asked, unsure of whether I had just complemented him.

"I complemented you," I chuckled. He smiled, at least I think it was a smile- the top corner of his mouth just twitched. "Do you have anymore?"

"Drawings?" he asked.

"No, gum," I said. He rolled his eyes and went upstairs.

When he came back, I was sitting on the couch and he carried a couple of sketch books in his hands.

"Wow," I breath as ii skimmed through the sketch books. Fang had disappeared to the kitchen after he had given me the sketch books, and reappeared with two steaming cups of hot chocolate when I was going through the last sketch book.

The first picture in that book was a colored picture of a girl. She had long ebony hair and green eyes. She was smiling and wore a t-shirt with the word 'Chasidy' on it. She was beautiful and, even in a picture, looked like an easy going, fun person.

As Fang handed me one of the cups, I asked, "Is this Chasidy?"

He tensed and asked, "How do you know about Chasidy?" His voice was low and harsh and I cowered a bit from his tone.

"I'm sorry, Max," he said as he sat beside me. "Just tell me, please?"

"Ella said you mentioned her at lunch on Monday, and Dylan said she was his girlfriend and you were jealous."

He laughed a low, bitter laugh. "Of course Dylan would say that."

"What do you mean?" I asked, sipping my hot chocolate.

"Chasidy was my girlfriend," he said.

"Whaaat?"