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14 Reasons Why Not

Chapter 2: Golf Clubs and Lacrosse Sticks

"So you know how I told you about that recurring JONAS dream I have?" Macy said, as she and Stella walked to their lockers together from home room.

"The one where you all shrink to the size of mice and move into the little barn with the spinning windmill at the miniature golf course?" Stella asked.

"That's the one."

"What about it?"

"Well, I had it again last night," Macy told her, opening her locker to reveal the many pictures of JONAS she had taped to the inside of the door. "But this time, it wasn't with all three of the brothers. It was just Kevin. Is that weird?"

Stella grinned. "I don't know. Maybe it means you like him."

Macy shrugged, pulling down a picture of JONAS and replacing it with a new one of Kevin by himself. "Well, of course I like him."

"I mean maybe you like him. As Kevin Lucas, and not as Kevin of JONAS."

Macy looked thoughtful. "Do you think dreams really mean something? I mean, are they pulled out of our subconscious, or are they just weird hallucinations we have when we eat the wrong foods before bed? Because I did have a late supper last night, and my mom made some Filipino dish that was really spicy."

"Well, maybe you'll get some sort of a sign," Stella replied. "Anyways, I've got art next, so I'll see you later."

xoxoxo

Kevin approached Macy's locker after third period, reading the note that Stella had passed to him during social studies.

Tell Macy that you and your brothers are going mini golfing tonight, and invite her to go along, the note instructed. Don't forget to mention the windmill hole.

Kevin shrugged and shoved the note into his pocket.

Out of the corner of her eye, Macy saw Kevin approaching, and turned to face him. Unfortunately, she had just gotten out of gym, and was holding a lacrosse stick. Just as she was turning to face him, Kevin took the final step towards her, and he got whacked with the stick directly on his left eye.

Macy gasped. "Kevin! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"

Kevin cupped his hand over his swelling eye. "I'm fine. It's nothing."

"I'm so sorry," Macy repeated, dropping her lacrosse stick and pulling down Kevin's hand to get a look at his eye. "Oh, that looks bad."

"It's not as bad as it looks. Really. It doesn't even hurt," Kevin assured her in his high-pitched lying voice.

Macy gingerly touched the corner of his eye. He flinched in pain. "Here, this should help," she said, pulling a cold water bottle from her locker, moist with condensation. Kevin sucked in a breath as she gently pressed the bottle to his eye. "How does that feel?"

Suddenly the song that had been in his head the previous day—the song that had written itself when he had heard her laugh—was playing again. "Wonderful," Kevin breathed. He cleared his throat. "I mean…better. Thank you."

"What are you doing here? I'm just putting new pictures of JONAS in my locker. Well, not all of them are of JONAS. One is of my mom and my cat, and two of them are of just you. That's not weird, is it? Maybe I should stop talking now. Should I cover my mouth again?"

Kevin stood silent for a moment before finally taking the bottle from Macy's hands and holding it up to his own eye. "I just came to invite you to go miniature golfing with my brothers and me after school today."

"You want me to go mini golfing with you?" Macy asked, amazed. She knelt down to pick up her lacrosse stick from the floor.

Kevin eyed the lacrosse stick in Macy's hand and imagined a golf club in its place. He wasn't so sure now.

"Well, you know, if you want to. I mean, I know you like sports and everything. And golf is kind of a sport, right? Nick really likes golf. The real kind, not the miniature kind. But Joe and I can only play the miniature kind."

Macy looked stunned at Kevin's invitation. "You, uh, like mini golf?" she repeated.

"Yeah," Kevin answered. He wiped his free hand on his jeans. His fingertip touched the corner of Stella's note and he was reminded of the rest of her instructions. "I, uh, especially like the part where you have to hit the ball through the windmill."

Macy's mouth dropped open.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked.

"Nothing," Macy said. "Nothing at all. I would love to go mini golfing with you."

"Great," Kevin said. "I'll see you after school then." He pulled the water bottle away from his face. "You want this back?"

Macy shook her head, a dazed look on her face. "Keep it."

As Kevin turned to walk away, Macy called out, "Kevin?"

"Yeah?" he responded, turning to face her again.

"Do you believe in signs?" she asked.

"You mean like traffic signs? Sure."

"Right. Well, see you later."

Stella walked up to Macy's locker just as Kevin was walking away.

"Hey, Macy. What were you and Kevin just talking about?"

Macy turned to Stella. Her eyes looked distant, as if they were still watching Kevin walk away instead of looking into the eyes of her best friend. "He likes the windmill and he believes in traffic signs."

Stella stared at Macy. "What?"

"Gotta get to class," Macy said, shutting her locker. "Golf class. I mean…miniature…biology."

Stella watched her best friend walk down the hallway in the opposite direction of her biology class, carrying a lacrosse stick and dragging her open backpack on the floor. She wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "Traffic signs?"

xoxoxo

"Remind me again why we have to be here?" Nick complained. He and Joe stood at the first hole at the miniature golf course. Kevin stood at the entrance to the park, waiting for Macy to arrive. "I mean, this is supposed to be Kevin's date, isn't it?"

"It's not a date," Joe reminded him. "Not yet anyways. Macy's just hanging out with three of her favorite people in the world. Until you and I ditch them at the windmill."

"Why the windmill?" Nick asked.

"Because Stella told us to ditch them at the windmill."

"But what's significant about the windmill?"

"How should I know?" Joe cried. "But I'm sure Stella knows what she's doing."

"That's what you said when you let Stella talk us into helping her set Kevin up with Macy," Nick replied.

"It's a good plan," Joe defended. "And Kevin's so predictable, there's no way it can backfire. It's fool proof."

"But is it Kevin-proof?" Nick replied.

"We tricked Kevin into making that bet with us so that he has to spend every day with Macy. He'll have to realize eventually that he likes her. And he even added that part about the list of reasons he doesn't like her all on his own. That's just the icing on the cake. There's no way he can think of fourteen reasons he isn't crazy about that lunatic."

"Nothing good has come of this plan yet," Nick argued. "So far, Kevin's got a black eye and Macy's fainted into her potatoes. And besides, what if we're wrong? What if Kevin doesn't like Macy, and he's just nice to her because he's a hopelessly nice guy?"

"Guys, she's coming!" Kevin cried, running toward his brothers. "Does this shirt fit me right? Does my eye look really bad?"

Joe gave Nick an "I-told-you-so" look, to which Nick graciously nodded his defeat.

"Not that I care," Kevin said quickly.

"Your eye looks…"Nick began.

"Terrible," Joe interrupted. "And you're shirt is…"

"Mine," Nick finished. "Which could be why it doesn't fit right."

"Dude, you've looked better," Joe commented.

"Who's looked better?" Macy asked, walking up to the three brothers. She saw Kevin's severely purple eye and cringed. "Oh."

xoxoxo

"I can't believe I'm actually mini golfing with JONAS," Macy gushed for the hundredth time.

"I can't believe you're beating all of us," Nick replied, staring skeptically at the score card.

"I played on the school golf team for two years," Macy explained. "On to the eighth hole. Oh, Kevin, look! It's your favorite hole!"

All three brothers looked up to see that they were indeed moving on to the windmill hole.

"Let's go," Kevin said, walking with Macy to the eighth hole.

Joe and Nick didn't move.

"How do we ditch the love birds?" Nick whispered.

"You fake an injury and I take you to the hospital?" Joe suggested.

"A golf injury?"

"We really should have thought this out beforehand."

"You think?"

"Nick! Joe!" Kevin called out. "You guys coming or what?"

Thinking quickly, Joe pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He motioned with his head for Nick to follow his lead. The two brothers joined Kevin and Macy at the eighth hole.

Joe flipped open his phone. "Hey, I just got a text message from Stella," he lied. "She needs to see Nick and me and not Kevin right away."

Nick nodded. "Right. Then you and I and not Kevin should get going."

"Yeah, Nick," Joe agreed. "Let's go." He pointed his golf club at Kevin. "Not you."

"Is Stella okay?" Macy asked. "Should I go with you?"

"No!" Joe and Nick cried in unison.

"She really only needs Nick and me," Joe explained. "And not you. Or Kevin."

"Bye," Nick said, as the two brothers rushed away.

"Looks like it's just you and me," Kevin told Macy. And there was that song again, playing over and over in his head.

"Yeah," Macy responded. "Just the two of us. At the windmill. It's your turn to putt."

Kevin nodded and swung his club at his small yellow golf ball. It sailed over the small barn and into the course's dyed-blue stream.

"You're swinging too hard," Macy explained. "It's putt-putt, not real golf. Watch."

Macy set her red golf ball on the ground and concentrated on it, visually lining it up with the turning windmill. She pulled back her club ever so slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kevin watching her. She couldn't resist the urge to look at him. She turned her attention to him, finding the courage to look into his warm green eyes. Without thinking, she pulled back her club farther. And as she was about to tap the ball, Kevin smiled at her, and the next thing she knew, she was swinging, not even bothering to aim. Both teenagers watched as the red golf ball sailed through the air, towards Kevin. Macy covered her mouth with her hand, foreseeing what was about to occur. Just as she predicted, the red ball hit Kevin directly in his black eye.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried, running up to him.

"It's okay," Kevin assured her, clutching his eye in pain.

"I'll go get you and ice pack," Macy told him. As she turned to leave, she swung her golf club behind her, smacking Kevin on his right knee. Kevin cried out in pain and dropped to the ground. Macy winced. "Make that two ice packs."

Macy returned moments later carrying two frozen gel packs. Kevin was sitting on the Astroturf, clutching his knee with his right hand and his eye with his left. Macy knelt on the ground beside him.

"Hold this on your knee," she instructed, handing him one of the ice packs. He obeyed. "Now let's see that eye."

Kevin shook his head. "I'd rather we just left my eye alone."

Macy rolled her eyes and pried his hand away from his face. Kevin cringed as she pressed the frozen pack to his purple, swollen eye.

"Cold," he said.

"Does it help the pain?" Macy asked, hopefully.

"What pain?" Kevin asked, as Macy's fingertips grazed his temple. All he could think about was that song that kept playing in his head whenever she was around.

"You know, I've never had a black eye before," she told him. "As a kid, I always wanted one because I thought it would make me look tougher."

Kevin laughed. "Yeah, they look cool, in a kind of painful, disgusting way."

"Well, even a nasty shiner like this couldn't make your face any less beautiful," Macy replied. Both teenagers' faces reddened. "I didn't mean to make that sound as weird as it did."

"No, I'm flattered," Kevin reassured her.

Macy laughed uncomfortably. "This is more embarrassing than the time Stella ripped off my shirt in the hallway."

Kevin coughed. "She did WHAT?"

"It was an accident. She was testing her Stelcro shirt, and she wanted to see if the sleeve would rip off, but the whole shirt ripped off instead. Can you imagine?"

"Trying my best to stop myself," Kevin squeaked.

"Well, I don't think we'll be doing any more mini golfing today," Macy said after a few minutes. "Should we get out of here?"

"I may need your help," Kevin replied, indicating his injured knee.

Macy stood up and helped Kevin to his feet. "My mom dropped me off, and your brothers probably took you car. So I guess we'll have to take the bus."

"Neither of us lives that far from here," Kevin said. "Why don't we walk?"

xoxoxo

Twenty minutes later, Macy helped Kevin walk up his front steps.

"Sorry about your eye," Macy told him, when they reached the front door. "And your knee. And your eye again."

"It's nothing," Kevin assured her. "My eye will probably be back to normal in a week."

"Well, just to help it heal a little faster…" Macy stood on her toes and lightly kissed the corner of Kevin's eye. Then she took a step back, horrified at what she had just done, and quickly turned and rushed away.

"Good night!" Kevin called after her, putting a hand to his eye in disbelief, the song writing itself a new verse in his head.

He unlocked the front door and walked inside to find Joe, Nick, and even their youngest brother, Frankie, waiting for him.

"Dude, did your eye get worse?" Joe asked.

"Is that why that girl kissed it?" Frankie interrogated. "Who was that girl?"

"Frankie was spying on you through the peephole," Nick explained.

Kevin looked confused. "Frankie, you aren't even tall enough to see through the peephole."

"Nick let me sit on his shoulders," Frankie explained.

Kevin shot an accusing look at Nick, who shrugged in reply.

Joe held out the yellow notepad and a pen to Kevin. "Do you have anything to add to the list?" he asked. "About that sweet, pretty little girl who just kissed your eyeball?"

Kevin glared at his brother and snatched the notepad and pen from him. "Reason # 2:" he wrote, "She's dangerous."

"Dudes, this will be the easiest bet I've ever won," Kevin said.

"She kissed you," Joe responded. "You won't last three more days."

Okay, there you have it. I've tried to keep everyone in character up to this point, but I warn you, Macy and Kevin may change a lot by the end of the story. I'll probably upload the next chapter either Saturday or Sunday, hopefully. Please review.

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