She saw Dick for the first time after that when she entered the cafeteria with Wallace, Piz and Veronica. He was having lunch with Logan, and she prayed for him not to see her, knowing how unlikely it was as the space was clear and that they were gonna seat, to eat.
She grimaced, when she met his gaze, as she headed to the table which Veronica and Piz had picked. Wallace gave her a concerned look. "You ok ?"
Mac sighed. And cursed God for having such a bad sense of humor when he let Wallace speak as they passed by Logan and Dick's table. "I know it sucks, but being single as its bright sides." She gripped her tray harder when she heard Dick choke. She'd been silly to hope that it would have evaded his attention. She could tell he was glaring at her back. But she studied her meal with a sudden interest.
"You're awfully quiet." noted Piz after a while. Mac jumped and stared at him. "M'fine !" she said, realizing it was a wrong answer as the whole group winced. "I'm sorry... I spaced out." She eyed Dick's back. Of course, he had had to be in her sight, because the last seat left was exactly in the right angle. Thankfully he wasn't facing her. Erm, he hadn't been... cause now, he was, he was studying her, getting Logan's attention.
Mac rose. "I... am not hungry. See ya." she said, racing off. Damn, she had to get out of here. But, noooo... no such luck, Dick was running after her, leaving a puzzled Logan shrugging at her former lunch mates' stares. He caught her arm and spun her around. "You broke up with Max ?" Mac jerked away. "Please !" she begged. "Can we not do this here ?"
Dick looked around, realising Veronica was about to come to them, probably taser in hand, and Logan was giving him a 'what the hell, dude ?' look. He dragged her in a hallway. "I did." Mac said, as he let her know he wouldn't let go. "Is it because of what happened ?" Mac snorted. "Duh ! Whadaza think ?!" She sighed, as he looked stunned.
"Look, Dick. This has nothing to do with you. I just didn't feel honest. You can't stay with someone if someone else can make you feel... like that." She said. "Plus I had to leave, I cheated."
Dick was staring at her. "So... this has nothing to do with me ?" Dick repeated, almost grinning, conscious that her words proved otherwise. She felt anger take over the embarrassment. "Oh, come on, Dick ! You know it does !" she said, wanting to slap him when the grin widened. She backed away. "Stop... messing with my head, alright ?" she said, storming away. "Mac." he called her back. "Mac !!" But she didn't look back.
Mac wandered in the hallways, getting back to her dorm. Afternoon classes had been a total boredom, but she had had stuff to think about. More than she'd wanted. Shit, I'm so hungry. With all that, she hadn't been able to grab something to eat and... well, the three french fries she had had at lunch didn't do the trick anymore.
She entered her room and froze as the door slammed shut behind her. Am I hallucinating because I'm starving ? She wondered, as she turned on her heels to open the door again. Nope. Here it was, she hadn't dreamed it. A card-key, taped on the door, just under the sticker with her name. What part of 'stop messing with my head' didn't he get ?
She sighed, unstacking the key. "Fine."
She parked her Beattle at the Grant, telling herself it was still time to go. But her feet lead her through the hallways and she found herself swaying on her feet, before the door she'd face twice the day before. She slid the key in the lock and pushed the door. Dick was there, but he hadn't acknowledged her presence. He was reading, a walkman on his ears. She raised a brow. So, he can do two things at the same time... She could still go.
He must have felt a draft on his legs, since he wore short pants, because he looked up at her. He pulled his earphones off and closed his book. "You came."
Mac shifted feet again, eventually closing the door. "I don't know what I'm doing here." she admitted. He reached for her hand, leading her toward the bed, he made her sit. "Just tell me when to stop." He said, bending forward to kiss her, but she pulled away. "Well, that's a little sooner than expected..." Mac looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry."
He waited until she looked at him again. He wasn't mad. He was puzzled, waiting for her to light the way. "What... happened yesterday ?" she eventually asked. He frowned, studying her. It seems that a wrong answer could scare the hell out of her. "A bloody revelation." he finally said, tentatively tangling fingers with her.
He kissed her hand. "Would you stay here with me ?" She nodded, shyly. "I'll call room service." he winked at her as she exclaimed : "Oh, yes !"
She was lying one her back on the bed, his hand softly caressing her stomach. She turned to look him in the eye. "You shouldn't been able to make me feel good." she accused. He pulled her closer, crashing his mouth on hers. She immediately gripped his shirt and moaned. "Oh, you shouldn't..."