Macey POV
I was eating a blueberry bagel in class today.
My teacher saw me.
He waited a couple minutes, then asked, "Ms. McHenry, would you like to explain to me why you are a bagel in the middle of our English lesson?"
"Just hungry, sir!" I replied, happily.
"Ms. McHenry, did you know that it is against school regulation to eat during classes?"
"Of course, sir," I replied.
"So the rules don't apply to you then?" he questioned, angrily.
"Well, actually, sir-" I began.
But then I couldn't respond because he began to go on some rampaging lecture about how "we as students of such a nice school should make more of an effort to be respectful."
Then he continued to rant about how worthless and pathetic we are as teenagers.
Someone cut in to say that we "teenagers" are the future so he'd better shut it of he didn't want he student who told him this (she was joining the FBI) to arrest him.
And that shut him up real quick.
Lately, I've been kind of angry/stressed out/confused.
We just had another dance and of course (as you probably could have guessed) I didn't even talk to Preston.
Just. Totally. Awesome.
But since I'm on ASB, I was in charge of every aspect of the whole flipping dance.
Such as food (pizza), the DJ (this really cool Asian guy), the decorations (yay), and the theme: Valentine's Day.
So while I was buying anything pink, red, or even remotely heart-shaped, it was extremely difficult to not pull out my lighter and a gallon of lighter fluid, and watch all that crap go down in flames.
Seriously, the guy at Party City looked at me like I was a total nut, as I walked out of the place with three bags full of pink and red crap that said things like: "Be Mine," and "I love you," along with a dozen heart-shaped balloons floating above my head.
Oh, how I love ASB.
So now it was a few weeks after the dance, as I laid on top of Bex's bed, pulled out my cell phone, and texted the guy that me and my friends referred to as, "The Therapist."
Seb was a thoughtful guy (who just happened to be in love with Liz) and pretty much helped us solve any problem we could possibly think of.
Any problem at all.
Hey, I said, not really expecting a reply (he liked his sleep).
But he actually answered.
Damn, he said, another one who texts me at 10:45.
Sorry about that, I replied, but Seriously dude, It's a Friday night! What the hell are you doing in bed?
I have a basketball game tomorrow, he answered simply.
Aaaah. . .I see. Don't forget your lucky underwear! I teased.
I wear lucky under armor. . .get it right! ;) he teased back.
Haha, niiice, I stated, Is it wrong to hope that someone on your team (don't worry it's not you) trips, falls, and smashed his face in?
Oh, really. This'll be interesting. Who?
Crap. . .what should I put?. . .should I legitimately tell him the truth?
Ah, What the hell. . .
Voldemort, I answered.
? ? ?
I literally laughed out loud (he was a Harry Potter fan).
Sorry, I answered, that's his codename. . .
Who? he asked again.
I took a deep breath. . .Okay, look, I swear to God of you tell ANYONE I will personally murder you, mmkay?. . .Okay. . .um. . .Preston.
Winters?
Yeah.
Why?
It's kind of personal. . .
Just tell me, Mace.
Okay. . .well um. I've kind of. . .well liked him. . .since like. . .8th grade. . .and then he kinda dissed me at the dance. . .
Wow. Really? I didn't know that. What'd he do?
I asked him to slow danc ewith me and he was like, "No, I don't wana slow dance with you. . ."
Wow. So you like hate him now?
I guess that's one way to put it, I answered.
Well. . .what a jerk. . .and he's supposedly my best buddy.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. On your side though. But I gtg 2 bed. Night.
Don't forget your lucky under armor! ;) nite.
Well. . .it felt nice that someone else (that wasn't my best friend) felt sympathetic.
Not like that'll get me anywhere.
A/N: Hello dearest and amazing readers.
How'd you like it?
Does anyone know how many chapters maximum a fanfic can have? I'm afraid I'll run out of room and I'll have to start a sequel ;)
Okay, here are some FAQ (frequently asked questions):
Is this story based on real events?
Why yes; yes it is. This story is based off my real life. I am Macey.
Can you put some more Zammie in there?
Well, my dear compadres, unless the annoying little Zach (who sits behind me *gag) is miracualously possessed and continues to fall in love with the beautiful and amazing Cameron Morgan (my best friend) in real life. . . the no. . .The snobby little boy whom we refer to as Zachary Goode in my class will not at any time soon become possessed and or fall for the totally more amazing than he is Cameron Morgan. Sorry.
Can you add a character that looks like THIS and could fall in love with THIS PERSON. And THIS PERSON could be like THIS. . . .? ? ?
Well, let's see, MAYBE, as you can see, this chapter you guys met Seb (yes, that's his name- short for Sebastian.) but I will only add characters if they are actually relevant to my story. . .Okay?
Is everyone goode?
Okay Great! So if you hve anymore questions, PM me or review and I will answer them!
Thanks for dealing with my moronically long A/N's!
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~macey mchenry
