Uhm...
I don't know what on Earth possessed me to write this.
I might add another chapter, so I'm not marking it as complete just yet.
Macy Misa danced from side to side, flipping her hair back and forth to the beat of her, at the moment, favorite song. Smooth Criminal. "You've been hit by, you've been struck by...a smooth criminal." His voice sounded out, making her smile as she got more into the music. She let one ear bud hang and swish in the air as she moved, for she didn't like using the full set of headphones. If someone came over to talk, she'd be completely oblivious and not hear a word they said, so she only used one bud, the left. A distant noise caught her attention for a moment.
"Macy!" She blinked, pausing her iPod and looking around. Nicholas Lucas was strutting down the hallway. She felt herself staring, gawking even. He flashed a small smile as he reached her. She snapped back.
"Hi, Nick!" He leaned against the locker, watching her putting stuff away. She clicked play again, only moving her hips ever so slightly now, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of a member of JONAS. She glanced at him in the corner of her eye to see his eyebrow raised. "What?"
"You like Michael Jackson?"
"I love him!" She grinned, then whispered a small; 'Rest in peace' as she turned back to her things.
"So, uh, by any chance, did you do the extra credit worksheet for Algebra?" He asked.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Why?" She said, placing her iPod back into one the small holders on the door of her locker.
"Can I borrow it?" He said, sheepishly smiling. She laughed, turning to face her bag on the floor, her back to him.
"Sure." She said simply, bending over and digging through papers and notebooks. His jaw fell slightly. What do you think you're doing? Pure little boys don't stare up pure little girls skirts! A voice said in the back of his mind, though his eyes refused to tear themselves away. There are people in this hall, probably watching you stare like an idiot! There goes your reputation! Pfft, boom! Down the drain and exploding in the sewers! His conscious wasn't a very convincing one. He blinked hard as the image infront of him changed as she stood up digging through her locker. "I know I did it." She mumbled to herself. He swallowed, his eyes wandering down her legs. He found he had taken a small step forward, and mentally smacked himself. She huffed, confused and bent back down. Really, Macy? He held back a groan of frustration. Frustration? Pshhh! "Maybe it's in my binder.." He faintly heard her say. He inched closer. Self control, Nicholas. Cold, freezing cold, water. The sudden image of Macy dripping wet flashed in his mind and he groaned out loud, his pants feeling tighter then they had before he made the stupid decision to come over. She turned her head, still bent, and stared for a moment. Oh, sweet Jesus. "Are you okay?" She asked, confused.
"I'm fine." He said, voice cracking and raising an octave. He coughed, clearing his throat.
"If you say so." She shrugged, standing straight. But did she fix her skirt - the skirt that risen up from bending over so much? Nope. Of course not. She left it, uncaring for time being, still focusing on finding the worksheet for him. She bit her lip. "I can't find it." She said, pushing through the contents of her locker again just to make sure.
"I-It's okay. I-I..uhm.." He lost his train of thought as her right arm fell to her side, making him realize how short the skirt truly was. Oh, how easy it would be to-
"Nick?" He blinked.
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry. I can't find it." She frowned. Why the hell is she still facing the locker? She sighed, pushing it closed. And finally, Nicholas cracked and dropped his bag, stepping behind the brunette. She froze, stunned as his body pressed against hers. Her eyes were wide, lips parted. His hands trailed to the top of her skirt, gently pulling it downwards. She seemed to snap back to reality pretty fast at the action. "Wh-What-What are you-?!" She squealed, her face dark red.
"I'm fixing it." He mumbled, hot breath tickling her shoulder.
"You...You're...What?" He stopped his incredibly slow task and smiled to himself. Now he couldn't see anything he wasn't supposed to. Good. He let his hands rest on her hips for a moment before pulling away. She turned around, facing him, eyes wide. He smiled, picking his bag up.
"I'll just get the worksheet from Kev or something. Thanks anyway, Macy."
"I..I..uhm, you're welcome?" She said, breathless. He plucked her bag off the ground and handed it to her. He didn't need her bending over again, now did he?
"See you later, Mace." He said as she walked away. His eyes, again, traveled down her body and froze. Realization slapped him in the face. Her shirt was much too small, and was up farther then the other girls. The skirt had been purposely pulled up to hide the skin that was now in full view of anyone she passed.
Great.
Am I the only one that could totally see Macy rocking out to Michael Jackson or what?
;)
