:Macey&Zach:

The phone conversation goes like this:

"Uh… hi?" Static clouded the reception, but the scratchy, sleepy tone of Zach's voice was hard to miss. Macey smiled. Now it wasn't just her time she was wasting.

She put on a scowl; just for the effect, you know. "Finally. It takes you five rings to answer the phone? What, is your butler getting too old to do it for you?"

"Um… need I remind you that you're the rich one here, McHenry?" There was a yawn between each word.

"Right. I forgot that my call is bestowing on you a huge honor. Imagine, me, Macey McHenry, stooping down to talk to someone of your station."

"Mhm. And this is McHenry, right? Because I don't recall giving you my number."

"I asked for Bex for it," Macey snapped, sounding a tad more defensive than she would have preferred.

"Ooh, I better get my butler to dial 911! I think I've got a stalker here." Zach said amusedly, now wide awake.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Don't let it get to your head. I'm obviously only stalking you for your great sense of humor."

Zach let out a hurt noise that made Macey snort.

Usually, Macey hates conversations over the phone. After all, it was hardly satisfying to chew someone out without seeing their face wilt afterwards. Yet, she had no problem at all keeping the insults streaming through the phone cord. Must have simply been because any frustrating phone conversation she'd ever had was multiplied to the millionth in this one, and there was no way the screaming match building up in her could wait until school. Her fingers were actually twitching to tear off some Barbie heads. And no, the conversation did not go on for 30 minutes more talking about the most inane things in life because Zachary Goode, of all people, could keep her interested.

Finally, the conversation was steered to the reason why Macey had gritted her teeth and forced herself to call in the first place. The plan. Operation-Barbie-Hair-Teaser she wanted to call it, against Zach's adamant protests to aptly name it The-Saving-Macey-McHenry-From-A-Puddle-Of-Drool-Because-I'm-A-Nice-Guy-Plan. So that argument prolonged the, of course, meaningless part of the conversation, before Zach decided to suggest something.

"We could, err… just wing it?" Macey could only scoff at his innocence.

"Goode, do you really think that the Nazis came so easily under Hitler's thumb because he, you so eloquently put it, winged it?"

"You do realize, too, McHenry, that Hitler was evil and blah blah blah we should not, in any way, follow in his footsteps?" He drawled.

"Technicalities," she brushed it off, and continued, "anyways, we should show up to school together." She scowled before the last word even left her mouth. It had sounded just fine in her head. It wasn't one of those "you had to be there to see it" moments; she could see his smirk clearly in her mind.

The grin was as loud in his voice as a donkey's bray when he asked brashly, "Won't people stare? You know I have an image to keep up with, McHenry." Boy, was she just doubling over with laughter.

"They'll not only stare, Goode. They'll gossip and rumors will spread. And soon enough, we'll have plans we never knew we had to elope in Tanzania, settle down in Prague for a yearlong honeymoon, and have a divorce in some badass part of London while eating crumpets. If all goes to plan – and it will – they'll have our entire lives planned out in front of us before you can even say 'Shit, what have I done exactly?'"

"Uhh, isn't that what we wanted to get rid of? More unneeded attention?"

"Don't be slow Zach. Spending time with me should have at least rubbed some of my deviousness onto you. This is exactly what we need to get rid of all of that."

A perfect villainous muahaha could have been issued here if Macey hadn't been afraid of damaging poor Zach's already fragile state.

:Grant:

The second Grant hears from Zach about, seriously, the stupidest idea in the world, he can't help it but call Bex. The second she picks up the phone, he can hear that it's not exactly the best time to call her.

"This better be good," she says with a grinding of metal sound in the background that sounds eerily like the sharpening of a sword. Of course, that would only be if he "didn't know better."He's learned, after some most, erm, unfortunate series of events that what Bex doesn't tell usually means that it's better that way. He can imagine her propping her phone between her shoulder and ear while painting her nails with her left hand and shooting darts with frightening accuracy with her right hand. Classic Bex.

He's nervous about telling Bex about the agreement between Zach and Macey, because quite honestly, Bex believes that shooting the messenger delivers the exact message she wants to return – she doesn't much care about what the sender wants to say. Grant starts off, "I know I know, there's supposed to be a few more weeks of you ignoring me, but this is completely important."

There's a pause, with Bex slowly inspecting each of Grant's words, as a young kid with a magnifying glass does trying to decide whether or not to burn the ants alive. "Fine. Spit it out."

"Zach is tired of Tina and all those girls throwing themselves at him so he and Macey made a ." It's a halfway point between a mumble and a high-pitched squeal, and Grant cringes at the lashing he knows Bex is going to give him for it.

But, she only says tiredly after a while, "Okay, I see. Fuck, what am I going to do about Cam?" And after a second, though she's miles away on the thinking train, she absentmindedly adds "and talk slower already. You're not in a race or anything, unless it's with yourself. But then that's just called crazy." But Grant knows it she does't mean it. Bex hardly ever means it. It's only people that don't know her that call her a bitch, though to be fair, she's really not the easiest girl in the world to get know. But whatever, she's one of the coolest people he's ever known. And to think about Cammie. Cammie, who's sweet (though she scowls when you call her that), girl-next-door kind of friendly in a good way; she's about to have her heart broken the very next morning by her best friend who probably won't even know it. And it breaks his own heart that he and Bex (the flaming duo, if he may say so himself) can't do anything to stop it from happening.