Becka
The next day, Forks High was buzzing with more gossip, true and false, than a tabloid magazine. Among the false were rumors like, Stephanie was going with not one, not two, but three dates because she could not turn any of them down. But, of course, there were other rumors that no matter how much I wished they were false, they were true. The couples' names echoed through every hallway. Jessica and Andrew! Chaz and Angela! Mike and Bella! Mackenzie and…Becka?
I turned when I heard this last couple. The tall and beautiful Becka Richards was leaning into Mackenzie's side. Her long black hair swished about her waist as she laughed and turned to look up into his face. He looked up from her at that exact moment and his eyes met mine. Raising an eyebrow and daring me to protest, he slid an arm around Becka's waist and led her away.
My face reddened and my hands shoot. At least he was not annoying me any more, I thought, but why was this bothering me so much. Becka was perfectly nice as far as I could tell. I had never actually spoken to her before. Plus, it wasn't like I liked Mackenzie! I shuddered at the thought. No, no, never. She was perfectly nice, perfectly sweet, and perfectly likeable. Perfect was the keyword. She was perfectly perfect. Too perfect. Stop, I had to tell myself, I am not jealous.
Still, I could not help but notice how forcefully I threw my books into my locker or how loudly the locker door slammed at the end of the day.
I turned and came face to face with…(go ahead and guess)…Mackenzie.
He looked mildly alarmed at my sudden closeness to him. He obviously had not been expecting me to turn around that quickly. He immediately took a step back.
"WHAT NOW MACKENZIE!?" I yelled suddenly and unexplainably angry. I could not come up with a good reason to feel this way. Surely it was not Becka.
Mackenzie blinked and his alarm was replaced an unfamiliar cold and uncaring look.
"This is my locker." His voice was put out as he pointed to the locker next to mine.
I stared at it blankly for a few moments before saying, "You have got to be kidding me."
"Unfortunately no," was his sarcastic reply.
He grabbed his bag and, giving me a weak smile that did not reach his eyes, he strode back down the hall where Becka was waiting.
I hoped no one saw me turn red as I watched Becka smile warmly at him.
When I got home Charlie was not there. I ran immediately to the bathroom and slammed the door.
I stared down my reflection in the mirror and squared my shoulders.
"I do not like Mackenzie Johnson." I said. My reflection mouthed the words back. "I do not care that he is going to the dance with Becka Richards." I said the words slowly, convincing myself. "I do not care. I do not care. I do not care." I chanted.
"Bella!?"
Oh crap! Charlie was home.
"Bella is that you?" He called.
"Yes, Ch-dad."
"Who are you talking to?"
I looked at my pale reflection.
"No one."
I had trouble twisting the doorknob and, as I exited into the hall, I looked down at my hands. They were shaking.
YAY! READ THE GOODNESS OF THIS NEW SHINY NEW CHAPTER!! FULL OF MACKENZIERIFICFULNESS! (new word Marshi!)
Anyway, i dont own anything from Twilight...i just own all the characters that you have not heard of.
same about the last chapter...i forgot to put it. BUT HERE IT IS! SO NOBODY SUE ME CAUSE I DONT HAVE ANY MONEY!!!
I also have to say- check out the link in my info-what Mackenzie looks like. Waffle bothered me until I finally had to look at this site (bothered in the kindest meaning of the word). And Tom is perfect- So thanks Waffle and check it out Peeps!