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A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update, I have so many ideas swimming around in my head, and it's a little harder than I thought to put them to paper. But here is chapter three!
B: I know, it is sad. But the reasoning for that will be revealed soon. I hope you like this chapter.
Cinnamon Spice: I'm sorry about the head lice, I've never had it, but my sister did have fleas (no joke, long story) once, if that counts. I'm glad you like it, and sorry for the wait.
Tygr Lily: Glad you still like the story, and hope this chapter is as good as the rest.
Shara2007: I'm glad you like the story. Sorry for the wait.
This chapter is dedicated to Shara2007 for giving me the idea of where to go with the next couple of chapters.
Chapter Three
Confrontation in the Library
It had been a few days since Adam and Mac's explosive argument. Willow had gone on the tour, and ended up with a date with a guy named Kevin. Mac chose to stay in the dorm, and away from Adam.
"You know, Mac, one of these days you're going to have to talk to him." Willow was saying.
In an attempt to ignore her best friend, Mac put her pillow over her face. But that didn't stop Willow, who just took the pillow from her face and continued talking.
"It isn't that small of a campus, so you may end up running into him again, which, knowing you, will end in you screaming obscenities at him. You should really look into anger management. You need it."
"Thank you for you help, Madam Zura. But I don't need anger management. I need to transfer to a different college, that's all." Mac said.
"Mackenzie Jennifer Roberts! You are not transferring to another college. You worked your ass off for three years to get a full ride to this school. You can't let him scare you away. What happened to the Mac that used to shove people to the ground when they pissed her off? Find her, bring her back and don't lose her." With that said, Willow left for her class.
"She's right. I can't let Adam get to me. I got over him 8 years ago. Oh, who am I kidding, I'm not over him. I miss him. Okay, Mac, don't think about him. Go to the library and study for the history test coming up."
After giving herself a pep talk, Mac left for the library.
Meanwhile…
"Scott! Come on, I really need to study for this test! Shut the music off!" Adam stormed into his roommate's room.
"Then go to the library." Scott said and turned up the music.
"Screw you, too." Adam muttered as he grabbed his books.
Both Mac and Adam reached for the door handle at the same time. As they saw who the other was, they both got irritated.
"You again." Mac said.
"Hey, in case you've forgotten, I've been going here for longer than you have, so you'll just have to deal with me for a couple more years. Sucks for you. Now move out of my way." Adam snapped.
"You're an ass. Not everything is going to go the way you want it to. And why don't you move out of my way." Mac hissed back.
"When did you become such a bitch?" Adam asked.
"When my mother remarried, now move!"
"Your mother remarried? When did that happen?"
"What is with all of your questions? Since when do you care? I was seven, a year after the divorce. You'd know that if you had bother replying to my letters."
"I'd have replied to your letters, had there been any!"
"What are you talking about? I sent you letter after letter after letter. You never wrote back. So I stopped."
"Sure, and were you writing these letters before or after you wrote, "Return to Sender" on my letters?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, dingle dork. But right now, you are standing in the way of my precious studying time and me. Now move your ass!" As she said that, Mac shoved Adam out of the way.
Adam stared after her in confusement and annoyance. He turned around slowly and walked back to his apartment.
"Where is that damn box?" he was mumbling to himself as he searched his room and closet until he finally found what he had been looking for. An old, worn, beat-up shoebox filled with letters.
With the shoebox in his hands, he walked back to the University Library. When he found Mac, he dropped the box in front of her, right on top of her history book, making her look at him.
"That is what I'm talking about." With that said, Adam walked to the other side of the library to get some studying done.