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I think him so, because I think him so."
The Two Gentlemen of Verona (I, ii, 23-34)
"You're her brother?" Stella exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief.
Spotted: M and VD in the rain. Were those raindrops or tears, M?
"Yup, my Dad married her Mom, so I guess I'm her step-brother." Jamie replied as he wrapped an arm around Macy.
"I had no idea, Mace, I honestly didn't..." Stella pleaded but Macy's face remained impassive.
"We should be going, M." Jamie told Macy gently, "You're going to get ill if you stay in those wet clothes."
"Macy, I'm so sorry..." Stella tried one last time and Macy looked up at her.
"For what? For trying to take my status, for splitting up me and Van Dyke, for humiliating me in front of the entire school or for abandoning me for two years?" Macy spat at her, venom in her eyes.
"For being a bad friend." Stella replied and Macy shook her head.
"I have to go to school tomorrow knowing everyone thinks I'm doing it with my brother. You aren't just a bad friend, you're my enemy now." Macy gulped before straightening her features.
Macy was ashamed of herself. She was ashamed that she had shown weakness. Stella Malone was her enemy now and if Macy Misa could do one thing, she could make someone's life miserable. After all, she had had lots of practice with her own.
"Let's go, J."
Sound the trumpets, looks like Queen S is back. She's taken down M in one fell swoop. Bow down or bow out, M.
Macy could remember the time when she first met Stella. She had just been tackled in soccer and had made her new dress all dirty. All the other little girls were pointing and laughing at the 'tomboy' but Stella just took her to the bathroom and made the dress 'all pretty again'. She promised to make everything better, just like new.
This time, it wasn't Macy's dress that was spoilt, it was her reputation, and Macy had a feeling that Stella couldn't just wave her magic wand (also known as a Tide-to-go pen) and make everything better.
"Look, it's Macy." whispered many people, "How can she show her face?"
If they had only known the answer. Macy Misa doesn't stop and she doesn't quit... ever.
"Hey Stella! I love your hair." Penny gushed as Macy's old crew bounded up to her in the hallway.
"Erm, thank you?" Stella frowned before moving on down the hallway.
Penny stopped and turned to look at the other girls.
"You listen to me. Macy Misa is a dead girl walking. You can either stay with her, or come with me. And think on this, has she got a reservation for six at Gallows tonight?"
"How did you get a reservation there?" Val gasped, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"I'm the Queen now." Penny smirked and turned on her heel, confident that the posse would follow. She was not disappointed.
Looks like the queen bee is Queen P. Eyes on the prize, P, we all know you want Nick. Every Queen needs a King!
Van Dyke was in a good mood, scratch that, a great mood. He swaggered down the corridor with an air akin to a cockerel. He knew he looked hot from the many admiring glances that were being sent his way. He was a free agent; single; unattached and he already knew who his next conquest would be... Stella Malone.
Looking round the cafeteria, he could see her sat with those freaky JONAS guys. She looked bored because all of the guys were being monopolized by Penny and her friends. Perfect. He sidled over and tapped Stella on the shoulder.
"Can I have a word, babe."
He delivered his line perfectly and she stood up, rather too reluctantly for his liking, before following him out of the cafeteria. He led her to his spot, a disused storage space for the volleyball training gear.
"So babe, how you been?" He tossed his perfect hair.
Stella stifled a giggle before composing her face and replying, "All right."
"Well it's about to get a lot better..." Van Dyke smirked.
Van Dyke pinned her against the wall and began to kiss her. She tried to move but he had her trapped.
Stella Malone was fashion-conscious and altogether fabulous. However, all the boys she had ever met were pretty gentlemanly. Now, her lipstick was smudged, her shirt was rumpled and she had a distinct feeling that she was in trouble. Slowly, a tear began to trickle down her face as she closed her eyes and hoped for it all to be over.
Macy strode across the cafeteria confidently. However insecure she felt, she couldn't let anyone else see it. Calmly she walked up to Penny and the Lucas brothers. Immediately, it struck her that Stella was missing. She had never seen JONAS without the blonde stylist.
"What are you doing here, Misa?" Penny gritted her teeth and stared at Macy.
"Where's Stella?" Macy asked evenly, "I need to talk to her."
"Why, are you going to make her feel even worse?" Joe countered, "She's with your old boyfriend. Are you going to use that to make her feel guilty too?"
Macy gulped and panic briefly flashed across her face. Macy Kaufer-Misa was one messed-up person, who was in love with Van Dyke. Out of everybody, she knew Van Dyke's flaws, and she had put up with them. Right now, she was scared for Stella. Deep down, Macy herself knew that she was worthless to everyone. It didn't matter if he was a little rough with her, or became a little aggressive when they fought. Macy knew she was only useful to Van Dyke when he needed to get rid of his frustration. Of course, he never hit her or kicked her, but she put up with a lot. Stella was different. She wouldn't allow him to mess with Stella.
She wouldn't wish him on her worst enemy.
"Joe, you have to come with me." She said but Joe simply smirked.
"Not going to fall for that Mace, you can't use me like you did Van Dyke."
Kevin avoided Macy's gaze and Nick was busy staring into Penny's eyes. Macy looked around for Jamie but couldn't find him. It was so easy to be alone in a crowd. She turned quickly and fled the cafeteria, knowing that Van Dyke would be in his spot. She grabbed her phone, texting the one person she thought might help. She really wished she had some back up.
Van Dyke was having the time of his life. Finally, he had the girl of his dreams and he was loving every second. He couldn't see the way Stella had screwed up her eyes and was trying to squirm away from him, albeit fruitlessly. Only the clanging of the door made him look up from Stella.
"Let her go, VD." Macy glared and he turned around.
"Jealous, M?" He laughed scornfully, "I wouldn't say no to the three of us, together."
"You're sick." She spat at him and in three quick strides he reached her, blocking the door.
"I'm sick? Stella was enjoying it, weren't you babe?"
By now Stella had moved behind Macy but both were still trapped by Van Dyke. He moved menacingly one step closer to Macy.
"I would be scared, but you're useless Misa. You used to be able to body slam me into next week but now you're weak, weak and pathetic. Who else is going to come and save you? The Lucas brothers? I could take them out in two seconds."
Macy shut her eyes as he moved to take the final step towards her, unsure of what would happen next.
"Scared, Misa?" He whispered tauntingly into her ear.
Macy took a breath and forced her eyes open.
"No." She looked straight at him and realised how cold his eyes were.
He grabbed her wrist in a bone-wrenching grip as the double doors flung open.
"Hey, Van Dyke." A voice sounded and Van Dyke's head whipped round to see a heavy object heading straight for his nose.
The crack was sickening.
Macy looked up to see her rescuer and smiled gratefully at him.
"I guess you got my text." She swallowed before hugging her knight in shining armour.
"I was in the library. The librarian is going to be so mad that I stole her book." He grinned.
"Thank god you were studying with an encyclopaedia. Dr Seuss might not have made such a dent in his skull."
Randolph gently let Macy go and turned to look at Van Dyke, who was out cold on the floor. He shuddered slightly; wondering what might have happened if he had come just one minute later. It was only six months ago that that he and Macy had become friends. Macy had needed a study partner for English Literature, but one who wouldn't tell anyone that she was actually studying. Since Randolph had kept that creepy 'fake Nick' date a secret and was an English whizz, he and Macy had become 'secret' friends. However, she did make him cut his hair.
"I have to look after Stella." Macy told Randolph and he nodded, "I'll see you at 6?"
"I'll text you later." Macy smiled briefly, "Would you go and find Jamie for me, I might need some help."
Randolph turned and left, leaving Macy to deal with Stella.
"Stella? We need to get you cleaned up." Macy helped the blonde up gently from her curled up position on the floor, wincing slightly when she pressed on her sore arm.
Together they walked towards the nearest bathroom, Macy struck by the irony of the situation. A long time ago, Stella had helped Macy to the bathroom. Now, Macy was repaying the favour. If only a ruined dress was the problem.
Randolph quickly identified Jamie in the cafeteria, sat with his friend Ken and a gaggle of freshmen or fresh meat as Jamie called them.
"Jamie, you need to go and find Macy, now."
The urgency in Randolph's voice made Jamie's head snap up and whereas he would normally have made fun of Randolph, Jamie simply tilted his head questioningly.
"They're in the girls' bathroom near the gym. Stella is with her." Randolph explained swiftly before leaving. Jamie and Randolph had never been good friends.
"Hey girls, I have to leave now." He batted his eyelashes and about five hearts simultaneously melted, "Later, Ken."
Leaving Ken at the table, Jamie passed the Lucas brothers. He stopped briefly.
"Cat fight between Stella and Macy." He grinned and watched as all three of them scrambled out of their seats. "I thought you would come."
He strolled down the corridor, quite happy to walk in silence and think about the rather fetching set of freshmen at his table.
Kevin, on the other hand, was not happy. He liked Macy and he liked Stella. He didn't want to have to pick between them. He had looked at Macy when she was talking to Joe and had seen the Macy that he remembered, the one that talked about ducks and marshmallows and clouds with him. He wanted to be friends with that Macy. As the four of them reached the girls' bathroom, Kevin was worried. He was pretty sure that people didn't have silent fights. But the girls' bathroom was quiet.
Nick plucked up the courage to know on the door. Macy responded by flinging it open.
"Where's Stella?" demanded Joe, "If you've..."
Macy cut him off completely. She didn't even register his presence.
"J. I need some help." She bit her lip and looked at Jamie.
"What the hell is going on, M?" Jamie asked, "Your arm is all red and swollen."
"Old storage room with the volleyball nets." She told him.
"What's in there, Macy?" He asked, eyes growing wide as he began to piece together the facts.
"Van Dyke took Stella for a chat..." Macy trailed off and Jamie gritted his teeth.
"Did he... you know...?" Jamie gulped and Macy shook her head.
"She's pretty shaken but she was only with him for about a minute." Macy began to quiver and Jamie narrowed his eyes.
"I'm on it." He stalked away, anger growing with every step, leaving a very confused band behind.
"Could someone please explain to me what is going on?" Joe yelled and Macy nodded quickly.
"Give me some paper." She demanded and when they didn't move, she grabbed Nick's bag. Tearing a sheet of paper from his history notebook, she quickly scrawled 'Out Of Order' on it and taped it to the door before leading them into the bathroom. Macy had carefully wiped off the lipstick and found a new shirt for Stella in her locker, though it was fairly small and tight. However, Stella was still huddled up on the floor by the washbasins and Joe immediately sat down next to her. Stella promptly burst into tears.
Joe glared accusingly at Macy and as she moved towards Stella, Nick stopped her.
"Don't you think you've done enough?" He questioned icily and Macy simply turned and ran out of the bathroom, slumping against the wall outside. He body began to shake and she registered just how much pain her arm was in. Flexing her wrist, pain shot up her arm, causing her to feel dizzy and nauseous. She determined that moving was not a good idea.
Spotted: M, outside the bathroom, looking close to tears. Why so sad, Macy? Problems for Miss Perfect? I'll keep you posted. You know you love me... XOXO Gossip Girl
I'm so sorry about the amount of time it took me to update but I've been ill recently and unable to update. I really hope you enjoyed the chapter!
XOXO Vi
