A/N: So based on my stupidity, you guys get two chapters this week hahaha. Yay? This kind of sounds different from my usual writing.......i have no idea what is causing that but i hope you enjoy.

Macy's POV

My back was starting to ache from the 5 hours I had been sitting at the desk in front of mom's office where she could see my every move through her glass walls. I was beginning to dose off when I heard the loud vibrating sound of my phone as it made its way across the piles of paper. I picked it up and glanced at the name: Wes. Unthinkingly, I dug my nail into the answer key. "Hey Wes," I whispered softly into the phone, ducking my head underneath the desk. "What's up?"

"Hey, can you come out right now?" He asked nervously; it didn't sound like his usual self. There was a little shakiness in his voice.

"Umm……I think I can, I'll just tell my mom that I'll take an early lunch."

It was silent on the other side; all I could hear was the roars of the wind and his heavy breathing. "No, it's okay. You know what; let's just meet for dinner then."

"Okay," I replied immediately.

"Meet you at the World of Waffles at 7 then."

"Yeah. Sure. Okay."

"See ya later, bye."

"B----" I was cut short, he had already hung up. He must have been caught up with a customer or something but now I could get back to my stack of papers and have something to look forward to.

..:.

I had thought about dressing up, I really did, but I think that would scare him a bit or he might end our dinner early thinking that I had a date to go to afterwards. I wanted to look good though, I wanted him to at least look at me the way he looked at one of 'those' girls, never avoiding their gaze, just smiling back at them with his award-winning smile but he'll never look at me that way; the least I can do is to make him look good. I reached for the black hair tie resting on top of my drawer and tied a loose ponytail that fell onto my shoulders. I glanced at myself once and then once again, adjusting the style of my hair. When I thought it looked pretty descent, I walked to the car and prepared myself for a memorable night to come.

"Hey Macy," said the familiar waitress. "Wes is seated at the back there."

"Thanks Chelsea," I called to her. Wes and I started to come here so often that we became regulars, well, I became a regular. Wes was already apart of the regular group when he first brought me here. Chelsea was working up money for a plane ticket to Vancouver so she worked many shifts a week and coincidentally, she was often our waitress.

"So, I'm guessing you guys are having the usual?" Chelsea asked.

"Yeah, Thanks." I replied. I looked at Wes to respond.

"Umm…..no, I'm going to try the chocolate ice cream on waffle with a side a baked potatoes."

"Oh, okay." Chelsea said as she started writing done our orders. I saw her walk off oddly, looking back at her notepad as if she wrote down the wrong order.

"Why the sudden change?" I asked.

"Macy, have you ever had that feeling when something that used to be very important seems to change over night?"

"Kind of….." I honestly didn't get what he was talking about but I knew that he wouldn't continue if I didn't answer him that way.

"Well that's what I feel like right now. You know what never mind. That's not what I called you out for."

What did he call me out for? I thought. I guess it was my lack of experience with guys but Wes was really hard to read. His facial expression would either be straight or glowingly happy at all times so I didn't know if I was suppose to be ecstatic to hear what he had to say or not.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah sure what? It's your turn in Truth anyways."

"Yeah, right, my turn. Um….are you still dating Jason?"

I felt a lump in my throat. Suddenly the room felt warmer as my palms began sweating. I didn't know what to do; I couldn't not answer the question. There was no way I could get out of it. "Yes," I answered weakly. I didn't want him to know, I really didn't want him to know but I hated lying to him even more, especially when after all he's ever done for me was to me the truth. I looked at him; his expression unchanged.

I watched him as he got up from his seat. "Wes, are you okay?"

"Am I okay? How can you ask me that when you're lying in front of my face. You know, I ran into Jason the other day while I was catering and he told me that you guys broke up, so why did you just lie to me?"

"So you were testing me?"

"No, I was giving you an opportunity to tell me the truth. Does that mean nothing to you?" His voice cracked. He paced towards the door but I chased after him. I grabbed onto his hand, pleading for him to listen to me. "Wes,"

"Save it Macy, I don't want to hear anything from you. I don't know how many other lies you've been telling me. This is enough," he said as he yanked his arm away and ran into the darkness.

I could make out his shadow from a far as it moved into the trees and disappeared just like that.

..:.

As I leaned against the cold lamppost, I felt myself struggling to stand up, so there I fell, crouching underneath the dim light, crying my heart out. I'm sorry Wes. I didn't mean to lie. I didn't want you to know that I'm so pathetic that a nerd dumped me. And then it was as if the whole world turned out the lights.

A/N: Moral of the story: dont lie or at least dont lie to someone who you really trust. Poor Macy, what a waste of a new life and a new summer.