A Tale of a Mac and a Dick.

Chapter one: Cellphones and kidnapping schemes

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Mac sat at her generic looking computer desk found in every dorm room on campus, and stared mindlessly at the screen of her laptop. She was in to her first week of classes, but her c++ programming class was t not cutting it. She needed something else to keep her mind off of everything to do with Cassidy Casablancas and the Neptune Grand. She knew that she was being the worst friend to Veronica right now, but she was completely ignoring her calls, and emails. Veronica went through even worse than she did, but Veronica wasn't in love with a monster. She was and still is, even though he died. All he brain can process is her short relationship with him, and how much she had really loved him. She wanted nothing more than to prove that love to him, by giving him all of her, but instead all he wanted was her clothes. She felt repulsive, and used. Who would want her now? Or Ever? Her cell started to vibrate and she didn't bother to stop it before it fell off of the desk. She knew that it was Veronica. She was the only one who ever called her, her only friend. Some friend Mac was being now. The cell continued to vibrate even from its position on the ground, and Mac merely watched it pulse across the floor. Mac sighed, as she turned back to her screen, trying to focus on her first project. A few minutes later there was a knock on her dorm room door.

"Parker isn't here, now go away horny teenage boy," she yelled, not wanting to be disturbed as she wallowed in her own self pity.

"Who is this Parker, and why don't I know her?" asked a familiar voice from the other side of the door.

"Dick?" she asked, completely caught off guard, as she quickly made her way to the door. "What do you want?" she asked, knowing that nothing good ever came from a visit from Dick Casablancas.

"Is that any way to treat an old friend from high school? Are you going to let me in? And more importantly, are you going to give me this Parker chick's number?" Mac growled from the other side of the door. He never changes. She reached for the knob, against her better judgement, letting the horn dog in to her room.

"That's better," he said, in his normal Dick way. He smiled his stupid blonde surfer smile, infuriating her further.

"What do you want, Dick?" she said, putting more emphasis on his name, giving it a certain connotation.

"Nice to see you too, ghost world" he stated, trying to look affronted at her lack of manners she just stared at him, not in the mood for his games.

"Okay, okay. I only came here as a favour to my BFF Logan. Nancy Drew has been driving him bonkers with her obsessiveness of how you are. And you're not helping with the whole ignoring her thing, its totally making it worse. So, Loggie cakes sent me here to kidnap you," he said, eyeing her objectively.

"He what? I am not going anywhere with you!" she yelled, backing away from the bigger and stronger boy.

"Hey, it's all good, I don't want to be here, as much as you don't want me here. Lets jut get this over with, Veronica means a lot to Logan, so, yeah, can you just come with me? Its only one night....please?" he begged, throwing her off guard. She was still backing up, and she tripped over an object left on her floor. She landed hard on her butt, cursing her stupid cell and its existence. She looked up to see Dick laughing his ass off, as he pointed at her.

"You Are clumsy, GW." He said between chuckles, as he walked towards and offered his hand. She begrudgingly took it, as he effortlessly lifted her up off the ground, and into his arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a whisper, as held her to his chest.

"Duh, I'm kidnapping you,"