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12:32 PM
Cafeteria
Horace Mantis Academy

Macy Misa had done a number of difficult things in her sixteen years; including making out with a pitbull, acing AP chemistry and pretending to enjoy her mothers pina colada pie. However, stuffing her legs and butt into that tight, stretched, denim made shoveling a creamy banana-pineapple-coconut mixture into her mouth seem like running an eight minute mile.

"Damn Stella..." She huffed as she tugged up her jeans and grabbed a lunch tray. Macy fought to keep a grimace off of her face as the lunch lady dumped a pile of so-called lasagna on her try. With a number of dark thoughts involving a certain blonde and aforementioned lasagna plaguing her head, she walked over to the lunch tables. Well, not so much walked as wriggled. Wedgies didn't do much for one's swagger.

Feeling stares at her back, she turned around and was met with a pair of bright hazel eyes she would have recognized anywhere. "Hi Kevin!" Macy chirped happily, and began making her way to his table.

Suddenly, Kevin's eyes widened, and his head disappeared beneath the table top.

Frowning, Macy slid into the seat across from him. "Is Kevin okay?" She questioned, interrupting what appeared to be a rather intense conversation between the other two Lucas brothers.

"Hey Macy. Oh, yea, he just dropped his muffin probably." Joe said distractedly, resuming his conversation with Nick. Joe paused, turning back to Macy and doing a quick double take. "New jeans?" He asked.

Macy sighed. "Unfortunately. Not my doing, Stella's." She shook her head.

Nick peered over the table and nodded in approval. "They look nice on you, Mace."

Macy smiled back at him. "Thanks!" She all but squealed, not yet being fully accustomed to the companionship of her favorite obsession - ahem, band.

Joe leaned across the table and poked Kevin's back with his straw. "Kevin, Macy's wearing jeans. You can stop trying look up her skirt now."

Macy felt the heat in her cheeks rise, and giggled nervously. After a rather awkward full minute of silence, Kevin's curly head popped up from below.

"I dropped my muffin." He chuckled, a slight off-sound to his voice.

Macy opened her mouth to comment on the five-minute rule (only for delicious cranberry muffins, of course) when Stella's blonde head came bounding towards their table.

"Joe! You know the silky fabric on the Chanel dress that Beyonce wore to the Oscars? I managed to get it red! Which means that I can just layer them on top of the Scarves from Dolce and..."

As Stella rambled on, Macy lost interest in the conversation quickly, and glanced around the table. She noticed Joe was standing so raptly at attention that anyone would think that Stella had been dictating the cure for cancer. Macy chuckled. Her gaze shifted to Nick, who was staring quite intensely at the pile of green peas on his plate, quite possibly writing a song about the loneliness of peas and all the discrimination they faced in the vegetable kingdom for being so round.

Finally, Macy turned to Kevin, whose eyes were focused entirely on the picking the cranberries from the soiled muffin in his hands.

"You know," Macy piped in, "the cranberries are the best part." She informed him, a slight teasing tone to her voice.

Kevin glanced up at her and laughed hesitantly. "Normally, I'd agree with you. But my precious muffin...It is soiled." He sighed dramatically, his head falling against his chest. Macy bit her lip, suppressing the urge to smother the Lucas in an enormous bear hug.

Macy looked down at her tray and placed her own cranberry muffin on a paper napkin, sliding it over the table to him. "Take mine." She said simply.

Kevin looked up at Macy, down at the muffin, and then back at Macy. "What?"

She nudged the muffin in his direction. "It's okay. I can always get a blueberry." She smiled shyly.

Kevin blinked. "But you hate blueberries." He frowned.

Macy tore her eyes away from his perfectly pouting lips to look at him curiously. "How'd you know that?"

Kevin coughed. "Just a guess!" He replied, his voice doing that thing. He coughed again. "I mean, you never eat them, so I just..." He trailed off and looked away, quickly stuffing a large chunk of the muffin into his mouth.

Macy got the distinct feeling she was missing something. Oh well. She shrugged it off.

1:19 PM
Science Hallway
Horace Mantis Academy

Guitar cutie, he's really groovy, and something something stop myself from doing something stupid...

Macy hummed, strolling down the science hallway, rather wishing she could skip. She was really beginning to hate these jeans! She could barely breathe in them, let alone try and flirt. She bean to wonder if Stella was intentionally sabotaging her. Did Stella want Kevin? Macy gasped, stopping in her tracks. Stella and Kevin? Kevin and Stella? Stevin? Kella? Macy growled. She would never allow it. That blonde-haired brown-eyed bitch would have to go through her dead body before getting her perfectly manicured nails on her precious little Kev-

Whoa.

Where had that come from? She shook her head.

She was being simply ridiculous, Macy decided. Stella knew Macy liked Kevin. And Stella liked Joe, after all. Macy shrugged, and continued her little half-skip down the hall.

Besides. Kevin liked brunettes.

Macy smiled.

2:34 PM
Junior Lockers
Horace Mantis Academy

Macy had officially decided to kill Stella Malone. Officially. It would probably be considered justified homicide. Thanks to the gray denim from hell, her entire biology class now knew that she wore ducky underwear. Lovely.

"Macy!"

Aha! Speak of the devil! With bright eyes and a flushed cheek, Stella was running towards her, presumably with a juicy oh-my-gosh-I've-got-to-tell-someone bit of gossip. Macy narrowed her eyes at the fashionista.

"Stop right there, Stella Malone." Macy announced, holding a hand up.

Stella frowned, slowing down as she neared her. "Did I do something?" She asked, clearly confused.

"Hey Misa! Nice panties! So that's what you've been wearing under the track shorts, the whole time!" Tal Hanson sniggered as he walked by. "Cluck cluck!"

Macy turned beet read and shoved her face inside her locker. "That's what you did!" She muttered to her locker wall.

Stella raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain?" She questioned.

Macy slowly pulled her head out of her locker and turned towards the blonde. "I dropped my pencil. Bent over to pick it up..." She glared at her friend. "And these stupid jeans-" She began, smacking her on the shoulder, "- were so low that -" Smack. "- every - one - saw - my - undies!" She shrieked between smacks.

"Ow! Owwwwww! Macy!" Stella whined, rubbing her newly bruised shoulder. "I'm just trying to help you out here, Mace."

Macy gaped at her in disbelief. "Help me out? By letting the whole school know I have a duck fetish?!"

Stella gasped in delight. "A duck fetish?" She grinned. "That's brilliant! Kevin will to-"

"No!" Macy interuppted. "Oh no you don't, Stells. I am not going to bend over like a stripped in front of Kevin."

"But-"

"No way in hell! Besides, Kevin isn't into that kind of thing! He's so...sweet. And adorable. And innocent. And nice. And...sweet..." She sighed dreamily. "And there is no way on earth he's some kind of...kinky sex monkey!" No matter how much I want him to be.

Stella opened her mouth to speak, but quickly backtracked and closed it. "Whatever you say, Mace." She replied, nodding in agreement and biting her lip.

Macy blinked. Stella usually didn't give up so easily. "Erm- Thanks. Now, can we get off of this subject?" She pleaded.

"Get off of what subject?"A voice sounded from behind her.

Macy's eyes widened as she recognized it immediately. She turned around to ramble slash reply when- Oh lord. Oh holy mother of god.

Kevin had clearly just come from Gym. And the boys Gym classes just happened to be in their swimming unit. Sweet lord. His hair was wet and curly and slightly longer than usual, causing the locks that weren't clinging to his head to fall into his eyes, despite his best efforts to flick them back. A slightly damp t-shirt scented with chlorine clung to his chest, over swim trunks. His eyes were slightly red, with soft goggle marks gently imprinting the bridge of his nose and the corners of his eyelids. Forget the Taj Mahal, the pyramids of Giza and the Grand Canyon. Macy has officially seen all there was to see in this world.

Realizing he expected a reply from her, Macy opened her mouth to say something- anything.

"Erm- Nothing!" She began to reply, and took a step back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the quick blur of a Valentino heel, and before she knew it, she was tumbling to the ground.

Although she managed to shove her hands out in the nick of time to break her fall, Macy felt hot tears stinging her eyes. Kevin already knew she was clumsy, and now she had just tripped over her own two feet in front of him again. Willing herself not to cry, she slowly picked herself off of the floor.

"Sorry. I tripped." She murmured, tugging her jeans up again, daring to look up despite the amusement she knew she would find in his eyes.

"It-it's okay." Kevin's replied, his voice sounding oddly squeaky. He cleared his throat. "I mean! Don't apologize! You didn't do anything. You just fell! Are you okay? Do you want a band aid? An ice compress?" By 'band aid' his voice had returned to it's pre-pubescent tone, his cheeks flushed pink.

Macy glanced up at him, her eyebrows furrowed. Didn't Kevin's voice get squeaky when he was lying? "Kevin...are you okay?" She asked cautiously, stepping towards him.

Kevin's eyes turned to the size of saucers. "No! I mean, Yes! I'm fine! I'm great! I'm lovely!" He rambled. Suddenly, he flipped his gym back vertically and pressed it against him.

Macy tilted her head curiously. "Erm, is your bag too heavy?"

He shook his head furiously. "What? No! I just- I mean, yeah! This is the best way to carry heavy items! You know, work out the pecs and everything. Oh, look at that, time for bio! Bye Stella, bye Ducky-I mean Macy!" And with that, Kevin took off in the opposite direction, clutching his gym bag to his lower abdomen like his life depended on it.

Macy frowned as she watched him sprint off. "Did I say something?" She asked, turning to Stella.

Stella smirked, patting her back reassuringly. "No, Mace. Trust me. You said just enough." She giggled, slinging her arm over Macy's shoulder. "Sorry, by the way. I thought I saw a spider behind you. Tried to stomp it." She smiled innocently.

Step two: Temptation

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Finished! Haha. Tell me what you think, guys! Reviews brighten up my day!