"Macy!" Nick breathed, finally catching up to her. "You wanted this?" He held out the CD, signed with all his band mates, to Macy.
Macy shook her head, "I'm sorry, Nick, but… I don't want this anymore."
Nick stared at her blankly, "What?! Why?"
Macy smiled. "Because, I've moved onto a new band." She unfolded a rather large piece of paper she had tucked under her arm. It rolled to the floor and Nick noticed it was a poster of some band. "Connect Three!" Macy squealed.
"Connect Three?" Nick questioned.
Macy smiled and nodded again. "Uh huh! I discovered them last night! Their music is soooo good! And, in all honesty, they are sooo hot!"
Nick stared at her, not believing what Macy was saying.
"Well, bye Nate – I mean Nick!" She blushed at her name mix up and scurried off.
Nick felt a sympathetic tap on his shoulder. He looked to his right to see Stella. "Looks like you lost her." The bell rang. "Bye, Nate." She giggled and walked off before Nick could say anything else.
Nick stood there dumbfounded. He didn't know who this Nate guy was, but he defiantly was going to Google him later.