Hello! I'm back finally back with another chapter, which is a little bit longer than usual because it took me so long to get it up. Sorry, I'm awful, I know. But thank you so much for the seven reviews I got since I last posted! They mean the world to me, which you probably know by now, and I really can't thank you enough for the lovely feedback I get. But that's enough of me droning on, here's the chapter you came here to read!
Seacat, Rascal, Giggles, Coral, Butchy, Struts, CheeChee and Lugnut, along with a large crowd of other students, all came dancing round the corner. Each and every one of them was singing at the tops of their voice but that didn't mean that Mack didn't still want to strangle every single one of them. Why was it so hard for them to just do what she asked them to?!
Surfers, Bikers & Students: "Let your freak flag wave; let your freak flag fly!
Never take it down never take it down
Raise it way up high!"
"Oh my god," was all Mack could really find to say as she looked on at the group in horror.
"This can't be good," Brady said, noticing that the music had slowed down significantly and all of the dancers had moved to stand (and sort of sway to the music) in a semi-circular huddle.
Much to Mack and Brady's surprise, Rascal was the one that stepped away from the group to turn and address them all.
"Yes! It all makes sense now!" he exclaimed with a triumphant smile on his face. "We may be freaks-"
"They may be what?" Mack hissed.
"But we're freaks with bikes, and boards and great dance moves!" Rascal continued, high-fiving Lugnut after mentioning bikes and then Seacat after mentioning the surfboards. There were no high-fives exchanged after the whole 'great dance moves' thing because the crowd of people just let out a huge cheer, which spurred Rascal on to continue with his 'inspirational speech'. "And together, we can stand up to anyone who gets in our way!"
Yet another deafening cheer rose from the crowd, along with loud whistles and claps from some of the students. All Mack could think of to explain this was that she'd completely lost her mind and that this was some bizarre hallucination. And as if things were already bad enough, the solos then chimed in. And first up was the apparent pep rally's leader: Rascal.
Rascal: "Never take it down, raise it way up high!"
Then, after a few encouraging nudges from her friends, stepping up to join her fellow surfer came Coral, whose smile was almost as bright as her hair now. And the movie characters really couldn't have an inspirational dance number without someone to belt out a line of the vocals (which is all she seemed to be useful for in group musical numbers now). So she greeted Rascal with a high-five and then more or less took his spotlight.
Coral: "We've got friendship, we've got power
Who are they to say we're wrong?"
Surfers, Bikers & Students: "Wrong!"
Coral: "All the things that make us special
Are the things that make us strong! Woah!"
Coral turned to Rascal as the music picked up again and the crowd started to dance one more. She placed a firm hand on his shoulder, turning him to look at her, before singing the next line.
Coral: "What makes us special-"
Rascal saw what Coral was doing, returned the action before he sung his line before the surfer girl disappeared back into the crowd (where she was welcomed back by a quick kiss from her boyfriend) to finish the number.
Rascal: "What makes us special-"
Surfers, Bikers & Students: "What makes us special makes us strong!"
With Rascal leading the group again, the whole crowd burst back into their high energy dance routine down the hallway.
Surfers, Bikers & Students: "Let your freak flag wave!
Let your freak flag fly!
Never take it down, never take it down
Raise it way up high!
Let your freak flag fly!
Fly!
Fly!
Fly!
Fly!"
The song seemed to reach a rather abrupt stop as everyone froze in place and Mack and Brady almost started to panic that something had happened to stop them singing that they didn't know about. But they had nothing to worry about because it was just a pause for Rascal to motivate his crowd of 'adoring fans' once more.
"I'm good!" he shouted, raising his fist in the air. "We're good!" he continued, turning to the crowd behind him, who were all now wearing the same confident grin he was. "Get used to it!"
Surfers, Bikers & Students: "FLY!"
Many fist pumps, loud stomps and cheers later, the song had finally finished and the crowd of dancing students finally dispersed, but they were still giggling, beaming and humming away to themselves as they left. Meanwhile, smoke was almost coming out of Mack's ears. She was so mad at the 60s teens she literally wanted to drag them all into the ocean and personally hold them underwater until they disappeared back home.
"Ok, Mack, let's try to be calm about this," Brady started, grabbing Mack by the arm before she stormed over to the movie characters and smashed their heads into the wall.
"Brady, how do you expect me to be calm right now?!" Mack cried.
"They don't know any better, do they?" Brady said, trying to prevent more attention being drawn to the movie characters by Mack going and screaming at them.
"No," Mack reluctantly admitted. "But that doesn't-"
"Mack," Brady said, cutting her off before she worked herself up into another rage. "They're only reacting how they normally would."
"I hate when you're right," she sighed after a rather long pause. She crossed her arms and frowned as she thought how she could possibly turn this situation around.
"We've just got to explain it to them carefully that they can't go around singing all the time and I'm sure they'll agree. They're not toddlers, they can follow basic instructions."
"Well they haven't been proving that recently, have they?" Mack snapped. But she took a deep breath to calm herself down before marching towards the Wet Side Story gang, who had now been joined by Lela and Tanner too. "And what do you call that?" she demanded, her eyes scanning over the group like lasers.
"What do we call what?" Tanner asked.
"That!" Mack cried in frustration. For once she'd just like them to understand what she was talking about without having to explain every little detail. "That song you were all singing! Why on earth where you singing it?! Why on earth where you singing anyway?!"
"Oh, that," Giggles chirped with a smile. "We were just encouraging ourselves, and everyone else to be themselves and embrace the things that make them unique. Like us, we're unique because we're movie characters."
"You didn't tell anyone that, did you?!" Mack hissed. She almost choked on thin air when she heard Giggles say that and she was pretty sure that her eyes had flown open so wide that they'd doubled in size.
"No," Giggles said slowly, looking a little scared from Mack's outburst.
"Good," Mack sighed, relief washing over her to the point where she may as well have been drowning in it.
"We were just tryin' to cheer ourselves up so that we didn't feel like outcasts 'cause we ain't like everyone else round here, ya know?" Struts continued between blowing bubbles with the gum that Mack was sure that she had confiscated before school. She really didn't need any of the characters doing anything that would get them recognized.
"Yeah, did you like it?" Giggles added with a hopeful smile.
"No!" Mack practically screamed. But then she caught herself after saying it and realizing how crushed the eight teens who had performed it looked. "Well, I did but you see," she carried on, trying to recover. "You can't do that here. You can't go around singing whenever you feel like it."
"Why not?" Lela asked. "Singing's great, it warms the heart and brings people together and-"
"It's not what people do here," Mack said, cutting Lela off before she went off on a rant about the pure joy that is music…again. "And I know that it's what you guys are used to but Brady and I need you to blend in to make this whole thing go as smoothly as possible."
"And singing draws attention to you, so please try not to do it," Brady added.
"So we're not allowed to sing?" Coral checked, raising one of her eyebrows and looking skeptically at the pair.
"No," Mack and Brady said together.
"No singing?" Lela and Tanner asked.
"No singing," Mack and Brady confirmed.
"So what are we supposed to do then?" CheeChee asked.
"Go to class," Mack started. "Which reminds me, we need to get our schedules and set you up in lessons."
"Ooh, how do you do that?" Lela asked, her eyes lighting up at the very thought of attending classes.
"Well Brady and I need to head to the office to get our schedules and then we'll ask to meet with the principle to tell them about you guys," Mack explained, already starting to walk down the corridor.
"So what do we do while you do that?" Tanner asked.
"You can just stand out here in the hall," Brady said. "We won't be long, just make sure not to do anything crazy," he chuckled.
"And remember: no singing," Mack reiterated.
"No singing," Lela agreed with a firm nod. And with that, Mack and Brady looked over the group once more, walked a few doors down, gave the teens one final glance to check they weren't causing chaos and then disappeared into the school office.
The line for picking up class timetables was relatively short, so it didn't take long for Mack and Brady to get to the front.
"Here you go Mackenzie," the woman behind the desk said in a nasally voice as she looked over the top of her glasses, which were too far down her nose for her to use them properly, and sifted through the big filing box to hand over the pieces of paper. "And Brady, here's yours."
"Thank you, uh, is it possible for us to speak to the principle as well?" Mack asked.
"Well I'm sorry, dear, I'm afraid Mr. Rutherford is in the middle of a meeting. I do believe that our new vice principal is free though," the lady continued. "What is it you wanted to talk to her about?"
"Just some new students," Mack explained, kind of brushing over the topic.
"Ok, well I'm sure that Miss Fox will be able to help you out with that and anything else you want to talk about," the lady continued, rising from her seat and walking out from behind her desk to lead the pair over to the door to the vice principal's office. "Miss Fox," she began, poking her head around the door to the office to speak to the woman. "I have some students here who would like to speak to you."
"Send them in," Miss Fox called from presumably behind her desk. Mack had yet to see her because the lady manning the main office was blocking the doorway, but this 'Miss Fox's' voice sounded scarily familiar. And suddenly the name fitted with the person and everything slotted into place as soon as the lady in front of her stepped aside and Mack suddenly found herself face to face with her aunt. This must have been that 'passion' she wanted to pursue. But Mack highly doubted that her aunt just happened to really want to be a high school vice principal, there was definitely more to this sudden career change than just that.
"Ah, Mackenzie," her aunt smiled, but not genuinely. "I'm glad to see that you're already trying to make a good impression on your new vice principle."
"Aunt Antoinette, what are you doing here?" Mack asked, still astounded to even be seeing her.
"Well I wanted to make sure that you were still focused at school. Since you refused to go to the school back East, like you were supposed to," she said, saying the last part under her breath, but still loud enough for Mack to hear. "I felt I needed to check up on you to ensure that you're putting your education first. Surfing and boyfriends," she said, her eyes flicking over to Brady as she said this, an already disapproving expression lying on her face. "Come after that. I'm not letting you throw away your future, Mackenzie."
"Well I wasn't planning on it," Mack snapped, more annoyed than anything right now.
"Mackenzie," Antoinette began, a warning, angry tone edging into her voice.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mack asked. "Why did you just think that you could just show up out of the blue?"
"I didn't think I'd need to," Antoinette said, not understanding how Mack could be viewing this situation negatively. "I'm doing this to help steer you in the right direction, Mackenzie."
"'Steer me in the right direction?' What are you talking about? You're treating me like a child," Mack bit back.
"Maybe because you're acting like one," her aunt said. Her voice was harsh and cutting, like every word was slicing at a Mack's skin. "First you turn down the offer to go to an incredible school that would have built the foundations for your future and now, when I'm trying to help you, you start…whining about it. What's gotten into you, Mackenzie? I thought you'd be happy that I've come all this way to help you."
"I'm trying to make my own choices in life, do what I know is right for me, and all you do is tell me I'm wrong. You can't trust me to do anything, can you?"
"Mackenzie-"
"You can't trust me," Mack repeated. "Why?"
"All I'm trying to do is make sure that your mother would be proud of you," Aunt Antoinette said with a sigh, which brought about an odd silence.
"My mom would be proud of me no matter what I choose to do," Mack said firmly, reassuring herself more than anyone else really. Her gaze was fixed on the floor now, she couldn't bring herself to look at anyone or anything but the polished wooden office floor. The threat of tears starting to spill from her eyes was making them sting and scratching at her throat so that her words were raspy and forced. She really was in no frame of mind to be crying now but any mention of her mother brought an instant lump to her throat and a longing feeling to ball up in her stomach.
Aunt Antoinette took a second to collect herself again once she realised that she had struck a sensitive area with her niece. "Look, Mackenzie, I know that it's a shock to see me here and that's why you're so angry. But I can't just walk out of this job; getting away from everyone at work is doing wonders for me already. And if we're going to make this work then we're going to have to compromise here, aren't we?" she began, which earned her a small, reluctant nod from Mack. Antoinette let out a heavy sigh before she could even bring herself to say the next part. "If it means that we are able to be civil, I promise that I won't interfere with your future or the decisions you make regarding it (no matter how much I may want to); it is yours to shape, after all."
"And you mean that?" Mack asked, finally dragging her eyes up to meet her aunt's gaze. Her jaw was still set to show her annoyance, but she was starting to believe her aunt. There was something that had shifted in her demeanour that Mack hadn't even seen before.
"Yes, I may- will find it hard," she said, reluctantly correcting herself halfway through. "But I know that your mother wouldn't approve of me managing your life like it's a business. I may be good at it, but it's not what you need. You've got some of your mother's free spirit in you and it's wrong for me to be restraining you like I am." Mack felt something warm in her chest, like the dying embers of a fire were crackling back to life as soon as her aunt mentioned her being like her mother. Her aunt noticed this and for the first time in what felt like years, Mack saw her aunt genuinely smile at her. "You're like her in more ways than you could ever know," she said, stepping towards her and placing her hands on her upper arms. "Just like her, you have the determination and intelligence to make something of yourself. And with or without my help, I know that you'll make you mother, your grandfather and I very proud." She paused for a second before catching sight of the third person in the room and adding on, "And…"
"Brady," Brady filled in, reminding the woman of his name. It was the first time he'd spoken since he'd entered the room and because Mack had forgotten he was even in here with her, hearing his voice made her jump.
"And Brady," Antoinette carried on. "He'll be proud of you too," she said, flashing Mack a smile. She'd hoped that bringing Brady, who she assumed was Mack's main topic of interest, into the conversation would boost her popularity with her niece. Clearly, she needed to spend more time with her before that could ever happen though.
"Thanks, Antoinette," Mack said.
"You're very welcome, dear," Antoinette said, showing off her probably freshly-whitened teeth again in another wide, over the top grin.
Mack (who was desperate to get away from her aunt) was just about to turn and leave when Brady shot her a look, reminding her that after all of that, she still hadn't notified her aunt about the ten extra students that would be gracing the halls. "Uh, Antoinette," Mack said, spinning on her heels and grabbing her aunt's attention again.
"Yes?"
"A few friends of ours are thinking about applying here next semester," Mack lied, surprisingly not the tiniest bit guilty about lying through her teeth to her aunt. "They wanted to see what the learning experience is like here at Windy Bluff before they committed to joining, so would it be possible for them to sit in on some of the lessons for a few days to see if they'd be interested?"
"Mackenzie, I'm not sure how things work around here but I'm certain-"
"Don't you trust me?" Mack asked. Her expression didn't crack at all when she said that, she was even impressing herself with how well she was pulling this off. Technically she was blackmailing her aunt, who had just given her a speech about how she was going to do everything she could to improve their relationship, but she really didn't have any other plan to go with at this point.
"Of course I do," her aunt replied, but Mack could tell that she had to pretty much force herself to say it. "I just don't think that it's…right," she said, struggling to find a word to fit the situation.
"It'll just be like an induction day, but instead of a day it's a week," Mack explained. "Please, Aunt Antoinette. Doing this for them means a lot to me."
"Ugh, fine. As long as them being here doesn't distract you from your school work, I don't see why not. I'll have to confirm it with the principal, of course. But from what I read through in the paperwork," Antoinette said, picking up a bundle of papers from her desk and scanning through the pages faster than even a computer could. "There's nothing that says they can't be here. So as long as they stay with you, who I am assuming I can trust, they can stay. I shouldn't be turning away young, eager minds after all."
If Aunt Antoinette knew that these 'students' where characters from a 1960s musical then the words 'young' or 'eager' wouldn't be used at all.
"Thank you," Mack said, a relieved sigh slipping past her lips and a big grin emerging on her face. She couldn't really believe that she'd gotten away with that, but then again an endless amount of miracles seemed to have been happening lately.
"Don't let me down, Mackenzie," her aunt warned as her niece turned to leave the room.
"I won't," Mack replied, taking Brady's hand and practically dragging him out through the main office and back into the hallway.
Brady barely had time to utter a quick, "Thank you!" before the door to the office swung shut again.
"I'm sorry you had to see all that," Mack muttered as soon as they were in the clear. "She can be a nightmare sometimes."
"Don't worry about it, stuff happens," Brady said, brushing over the topic. "I just can't believe she's here."
"I know," Mack sighed, still not over the shock of the ordeal herself. "I almost lost it when I saw her behind that desk."
"You pulled that off so well though. I never thought she was going to agree to it."
"Neither did I. That whole speech about her trusting me before it definitely helped though."
"Yeah, I can't believe you blackmailed her like that," Brady chuckled. "You little devil."
"Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," Mack joked. "Especially when it comes to this lot," she continued, turning her attention to the group of Wet Side Story characters, who were thankfully all in the same spot that she had left them in. They weren't exactly causing a scene either, which Mack was incredibly thankful for. But then again, when were the 60s teens ever going to just blend into a crowd and stand normally in a hallway? So the scene of an apparently very excited Lela and Tanner deep in a discussion about God knows what now, Coral and Butchy practically shoving their tongues down each other's throats in the corner where the lockers met the wall, Seacat laughing at something CheeChee had said whilst she tried to mess up his hair and Struts, Lugnut, Rascal and Giggles all awkwardly stood together, in silence, looking like they wished they were anywhere else on the planet right now, didn't really phase Mack and Brady.
"What were some of your favourite subjects at school?" Lela asked, turning to her boyfriend with an expectant gaze.
"I don't know, I kind of sucked at all the academic stuff," Tanner admitted, hoping this wasn't disappointing information to Lela, who seemed to have branded herself the queen of learning over night.
"What are you planning on doing today then?" Lela asked, her face falling ever so slightly.
"Whatever you choose to do," Tanner said, flashing a smile at Lela that made her swoon a little bit.
"I don't want you picking something you know you'll hate though," Lela started.
"How could I hate it if you're there?" Tanner asked, wrapping Lela into a loose hug as her cheeks flushed red again.
"Tanner, stop it," Lela playfully scolded. "I'm trying to take this seriously."
"Serious? You? Never," Tanner laughed, earning a giggle from Lela as well.
"Fine, but I still want this to all go well," she said, trying to recover from her overwhelming bout of blushing. "After everything Mack and Brady have done for us, we can't let them down."
"Ok, ok. I'll try to pay attention in math class then," Tanner said jokingly, making Lela laugh again.
"Tanner, that's not what I meant," Lela said, trying to supress her smile. "But that doesn't mean that you can get out of paying attention in math class. You definitely have to do that now."
"Fine, whatever you say. You're starting to sound like my mom," Tanner teased, making both Lela and him crack up again after she playfully whacked him on the arm in return.
"You need to stop laughin' at me every time I say somethin' stupid," CheeChee said, her smile threatening to take over her face. "I say 'em way too often for you to make fun of me every time. You'll be runnin' out of things to say back soon."
"Don't worry, that won't happen for a while," Seacat chuckled as he more or less fought with CheeChee to stop her from messing up his hair.
"Oh my god, just let me ruffle your hair," CheeChee squeaked, accidentally letting a laugh out in the process.
"No," Seacat calmly replied, which just frustrated CheeChee more. "Speaking of hair though, you seem a lot shorter now that it's not all piled up on top of your head."
"I swear it yous starts makin' short jokes now I'm gonna lose it," CheeChee warned.
"Ok, pint-size," Seacat smirked.
"You start lookin' for ways to annoy me from the second you wake up, don't ya?" CheeChee huffed, raising one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows at Seacat.
"No, I just really want to see what you 'losing it' looks like," he chuckled.
"Well you're gonna find out in a minute if ya don't stop buggin' me," CheeChee snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine, I'm sorry," Seacat said without taking the smile off his face.
But now that CheeChee had abandoned the fight, Seacat's arms had dropped down to his sides, which left the path up to his head wide open. So CheeChee seized the opportunity and stretched her arm up to ruffle his hair.
"Hey, Chee," Seacat complained, trying to bat her hand away before it had even got to his head.
"Ha!" CheeChee hollered triumphantly. But when Seacat accidentally knocked her off balance and then grabbed her by the waist to catch her all within the span of about two seconds, she found herself lost for words. He had literally swept her off her feet and was now hovering over her like any prince from any fairytale who was about to kiss his bride.
"Well, that was eventful," Seacat chuckled.
"Why do we always end up bein' so romantic?" CheeChee asked, once again raising her eyebrow at him.
"It's fate," Seacat whispered, being extra cheesy just to wind her up.
"I swear to God, if ya kiss me now, like this, I'm gonna barf," CheeChee snapped, but it was all an act because she did secretly really want to make a scene with Seacat like Coral and Butchy were behind her.
"Then we'd better get you to the nurse," Seacat said, leaning in for this kiss that CheeChee had brought up. Within mere seconds they were already giving Butchy and Coral a run for their money.
Speaking of Coral and Butchy, they barely seemed to be able to keep themselves away from each other. Whatever had happened in the past few days that had made them change from sharing jokes to sharing saliva the world would never know.
"Yous is so gorgeous," Butchy half gasped, trying to get his breath back after snogging his girlfriend solidly for at least three minutes without a break for air.
"You're just saying that because you want another kiss," Coral said as a chuckle slipped out between her heavy breaths.
"I may want another kiss but I wouldn't be lyin' to ya to get one," Butchy said.
"Because you know you'll get one anyway?" Coral asked, raising one of her eyebrows at the biker boy in front of her as a smirk curled at her lips.
"Of course," Butchy joked, lifting one of his hands up from around her waist to tuck a strand of her cherry red hair behind her ear. "You know, everyone's been makin' jokes about your hair but I actually really like it."
"You do?" Coral asked, seeming genuinely excited at the prospect of her boyfriend liking her appearance.
"Yeah, you look hot as a red head, babe." Butchy smirked. "But, then again, you always look hot."
"I bet it's because I spend so much time out in the sun," Coral teased.
"Oh yeah, that's definitely it," Butchy said sarcastically.
"You keep saying I'm the one that's hot but that shirt is doing wonders for you," Coral said, her eyes slipping down to look at his plaid shirt before flicking back up to his face. "I'm buying you one of those as soon as we get home," she continued with a little laugh.
"If it wearing it means I's gets all these kisses from you then I ain't ever takin' it off," Butchy said, the smirk crawling back onto his lips before Coral let out another flirty giggle.
"I bet you didn't think you'd ever be doing this with a surfer girl, huh?" she said.
"If all surfer girls were like you then I wouldn't have had a problem with 'em at all," Butchy said, the smirk still tugging at his lips, which he couldn't help but press back onto Coral's for round…whatever they were up to now of making out.
When it comes to 'making out', Struts and Rascal were doing the exact opposite of that. In fact, they were struggling to even look at each other. Struts had been so offish around Rascal that he couldn't even be bothered to make an effort with her anymore. He had no idea what he'd done that had made her act like this and Struts didn't seem like she was going to explain it to him any time soon so he decided it was just best to keep his distance from her. And Lugnut and Giggles weren't really holding up much better. They hadn't had a proper conversation in at least a week, it was like they'd run out of things to talk about. They just never felt the need to spend time together anymore. So no one really felt the urge to break the unbearable silence that was plaguing the four of them by talking to their 'significant other'.
In the end, Giggles plucked up the courage to address the small group of awkward teens. "So, what kind of lessons are you planning on doing? I hope we get to do an art class."
"Yous like art?" Lugnut asked, turning to Giggles, who saw a glimpse of interest that she hadn't seen in him for quite a while.
"Yeah, I paint and sketch quite a bit back home," Giggles said, the idea of having struck up a conversation incredibly exciting to her. "What about you?"
"Nah, I suck at all that sorta stuff," Lugnut sighed, almost feeling guilty for saying it. And once again, their conversation fell flat. So Giggles tried to talk to Struts and Rascal instead, who had both assumed a stony silence that matched their expressions.
"What about you guys? What classes are you planning on taking?" she asked, forcing a bright smile onto her face no matter how disappointed she was that she'd botched another conversation with Lugnut.
"Anything that Rascal isn't doing," Struts muttered, angrily tapping her foot on the ground. She had her arms firmly crossed over her chest and even when Rascal turned to her she didn't move to look at him, she just kept her gaze fixed straight ahead.
"Oh, come on, Struts," Rascal barked, well and truly fed up with his girlfriend's behaviour now. "You're just being ridiculous now. I'm not putting-"
But before Rascal and Struts could completely lose their cool with each other, Mack and Brady started walking towards them.
"Ok, guys, we have our schedules," Mack announced to the group, bringing their attention to the pieces of paper in her and Brady's hands.
"Is everything sorted then?" Lela checked.
"Yes, you're all allowed to be here," Mack confirmed as Lela's face broke into a beam. "We'll let you choose your lessons one at a time so that Brady and I always know who's showing up where. Ok?"
Mack received ten identical nods from the group of teens.
"What's our first lesson then?" Struts asked tersely, ignoring Rascal's glare.
"Um…" Mack started, quickly checking her timetable before addressing everyone. "Calculus or…PE," she said, glancing across at Brady's timetable as well just to make sure she had it right.
"What's calculus?" Giggles asked, sharing the same puzzled expression as the rest of the 60s teens.
"Don't you dare explain it to them, I can't cope with all ten of them at once," Brady begged Mack in a whisper.
Even though she felt like she'd lied enough already today, she understood where Brady was coming from. She'd be doing the exact same thing if he was in her position. So once again, she lied through her teeth. "It's just a little bit of math." Well, she didn't really lie; she just made it seem a lot tamer than it actually was.
After a few minutes of discussion, the Wet Side Story characters had more or less evenly split. Mack was taking Lela (who was very eager to learn about this 'calculus'), Tanner (who would follow Lela no matter what), CheeChee and Struts (who both wanted nothing to do with running around and getting sweaty) to calculus with her. Whilst Brady was taking Butchy and Lugnut (who just wanted to show off really), Seacat (who had no intention of learning anything whatsoever), Rascal (who would do anything to get away from Struts at this point), Coral and Giggles (who were up for anything that had to do with letting out some of the endless energy they both seemed to have) to PE with him.
"Good luck," Mack and Brady both quietly said to each other once the groups had sorted themselves out. They shared a quick look before quickly pecking each other on the lips and leading their groups down the halls.
I hope you liked it!
A lot happened in this chapter and I didn't mean for it to end up being so long but then I got a few reviews that said they wanted to hear more from the other characters (which is great news for me because I absolutely love making up story lines for them and developing their personalities) and this is what I ended up with. I'm sorry if it's not the best, I wrote like 3,000 words in one sitting yesterday so I probably got a little bit carried away. I'll hopefully be including more about the Wet Side Story characters in future chapters but it all depends on what you want to read. I tried making it more about Mack and Brady because you said you wanted to read more about them but if you want a more even mix then I'd definitely be happy to do that because I've got storylines planned out for everyone.
If you do want to read more about a specific character or pairing then I am taking requests for one-shots on my Tumblr account, where I have just posted a Mack & Brady one-shot in case you were wondering. You don't need to have an account to ask me to write something and there aren't really any boundaries with what you'd like me to write and which characters from the movie you'd like me to write about. So if you don't think that I've been writing enough about a character or a certain relationship then you could always request a one-shot there! (Or you could just yell at me in the reviews until I manage to deliver what you want, either way is pretty effective I suppose).
Speaking of things that you want me to write, I keep getting reviews on Just Like Me asking me to continue it. I don't really have the motivation to at the moment (and my main writing time is focused on this story) but if you really do want me to start writing for that story again then please let me know and I'll do my best for you. And hey, if I'm not writing enough Mack and Brady stuff for you here then there's a whole heap of it in that story.
I think that's kind of all I have to say though. Thank you again for your reviews, I promise that I'm taking everything on board and I'm trying my best to keep you happy! And to the guest that wanted more troubles for the characters, don't worry about a thing, there's plenty more drama coming for them. So stick around! And surprisingly no one really had anything negative to say about Coral for 'Hate on Coral' day, I was genuinely shocked, maybe I've done something to make her more likeable. XD
Anyway, I really need to shut up. Please leave a review letting me know what you thought of the chapter! Thank you so much for reading!
-cherrygorilla