When they reached the third flour, Dick hadn't told her yet what he had in mind, and hadn't let go of her hand, afraid she would change her mind. He was a white knight -granted a twisted, kinky minded one but one- and she had to follow his way to her salvation. In this case, it meant revenge, and fun for him. She had let him do, since she got even more dizzy as soon as she had gotten up. She was actually grateful for his hand.
He kicked the door, shouting. He knew his brother wouldn't open his door if he thought it was Mac. He couldn't believe he was still in there. Crying over his misery, maybe. Well deserved, dumbass.
Mac was too tired -and a little crunk after all, like he said- to react as the boy slightly opened the door. The chain still on it. She couldn't see him -luckily- so she figured he couldn't either. Dick stared wickedly at him. "Beav, gimmee your card key, and shove off. I am gonna make use of that room." Cassidy sighed and opened the door, fishing the card key in the back pocket of his jeans.
When he looked up, and saw Mac, his jaws dropped. Seeing him again made her angry, so she held his gaze, trying to be as indecipherable as possible. Dick felt her angry when she gripped his fingers harder, and he realized he was still holding her hand. He snatched the keys from his hands and walked in, gently pushing Mac inside with his hand in the small of her back.
Cassidy was still staring in confusion when Dick stopped on his way to close the door. He smirked at him. "Your loss, dude." Mac noticed once again that Dick called everyone 'dude' but the only 'bro' he ever had was Logan. As his brother started to walk away, baffled and hurt, he sent the last shot. "Oh, hey, Beav... While I'm showing your ex what a real man is, why don't you go downstairs ? Crony's alone, I think."
Mac closed her eyes as he slammed the door shut. She felt guilty that she wasn't defending Cassidy. Dick was so mean to him. Worse, she was enjoying it. Revenge is bad... but it's good.
"I don't know what your plan is, but..." Dick cut her, dropping on the bed. "Look. You don't want him back ?" She took a step forward. "No." "You wanna get back at him ?" She sat beside him as he watched her expectantly. "I don't know." He nodded, his expression showing clearly that he thought otherwise. "You angry ?"
She bit her nails, eying him sheepishly. "Sure." he smiled at her, wrapping his strong arm around her shoulder. "So, listen." he said, waving like he was showing her something. "You graduated, cause you're a smart ass, so you won't see him again, at least until next year. And now, you're with me in a room." She stared, waiting for him to make sense. "Just spend some time with me, here. He'll think whatever he wants..." Dick grinned. "Cause after what you told me, he might think we're going to brush each other's hair, or put each other nail polish."
Mac chuckled, dropping her purse on the floor. Dick shrugged, falling backward on the bed. "Anyway, you stay here a while. Then, you leave for college -where I hope I'll go too, after summer session, but that's not the point – and you don't care about possible gossip. First, no one saw us, and two, I doubt he's gonna talk cause he's gonna be scared you do." He pointed her. "then, here you go : got your revenge."
Mac considered him, pursing her lips. "I don't even know how any of what you said makes sense to me. But it does..." she said. She was probably more drunk that she thought, but she was aware that, anyway, it was too late. She was there already, so... And Dick was surprisingly fun and nice.
He grinned goofily. "I'm a mastermind."
