Disclaimer: I don't own anythingexcept for the plot.Rob's the Man.

Talk about awkward. This was definitely one of this situations where the word became a new meaning.

Mac had dodged all of Dicks phone calls for the last few days. Although she had asked him to call her she just couldn't force herself to pick up her phone when she saw his name on the caller-id appearing. What the hell? She knew he was getting annoyed. He had tried to call her maybe two times the day after , five times the day after that and even 10 times on the third day. But it seemed that he had finally given up. No calls on the fourth day. And no calls this day so far.

Mac didn't even know why she couldn't talk to him. It's not that it was that big of a deal. It was a totally normal occurrence, but why the hell did it made her feel so weird. She never thought that anyone would ever feel something like that about her ever. She knew she wasn't the sexiest girl but she felt no need to be one. Guys normally just looked over her to watch the girl with the better looks instead of her. They didn't notice her. Even Cassidy never reacted in that way to her. At least not that she knew of. But it's not that she really knew him anyway, so why bother?

But Dick had reacted. He obviously had noticed. And she didn't know what to think of that.She always knew that he was a horny teenage boy but now that it was directed to her? That she caused it?

Her relationship with him – if she could even call it that – was in no way like the ones she had before. Well, like the one she had before.

And to make it all worse she was feeling rather bad now. She really liked him. She let this one incident turn into the reason why she would never see him again. That's at least what she thought would happen, because she had rejected him. He had obviously given up on her.

Anyway. Why the hell had he been so confused. Was he surprised that she could have that effect on him? That the computer geek could turn him on?

Mac felt the rage boiling inside her.

She did feel bad because she turned him on? No way! Fuck you Dick Casablancas!

Dick was startled by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He was sitting on the couch in front of the TV, a flask in his hand. He had been contemplating wether to drink or not.

Mac had rejected him. He knew it. It wasn't that hard to tell. Not after she dodged everyone of his 17 fucking calls. He got the point. Even he wasn't that dumb to pretend that everything was okay. Although he had no fucking clue why she wouldn't want to talk to him. Okay so he had gotten a hard-on. She had just felt so good on his lap. And the kiss. Well that was one hell of an experience. There had to be some kind of reaction of his body to it. He had never felt like that with anybody else before. Had there first kiss been great, the second one was definitely mind-blowing .

He had been so confused when her mood suddenly changed and she had gotten out of his lap. Hadn't she felt the same? And then she noticed what had caused the change and that she was just feeling embarrassed. Which had made him embarrassed.

But he hadn't thought that it had that much meaning. He had called her the day after, but she hadn't picked up. He had thought then, that she was obviously still too embarrased and he had thought it was kinda cute. The next day came and he had tried to call her seven times and she still hadn't picked up. First he had been getting annoyed but then worried. What if something had happenend to her? What if maybe the rapist hade been there on the party and was now out to find her? He even called Veronica to find out if she was alright. She had reassured him that Mac was fine. She had talked to her just a few hours before.

That was about the time when he got angry. On the third day he had desperately tried to get a hold of her. The first – maybe three – calls, he had wanted to take his anger out on her. Why couldn't he talk to her. But then it hit him. The one thought that he just couldn't get rid of. What if she didn't feel the same at all? What if she just liked him. Nothing more? Even if the kiss had been amazing. For him at least.

The next six calls, he hadn't been able to supress the urge of wanting to know answers to these questions. He was in desperate need of them. But still, noone answered his calls.

Dick had made the last call with the idea that if she wouldn't answer this one too, the tenth call this day, that he would give up. He would accept that she wouldn't want to see him anymore. Not that he liked the idea, but he knew that he couldn't handle any more three minute calls(that was about the time he let the phone ring until he was sure she wouldn't pick up), the beeping mocking him. He even imagined that the beeping spoke to him. She doesn't want to see you. She doesn't like you. Clue in. She hates you. Give up. Just give up. Give up. Give up.

So he had. Before he would become more crazy than he already was. Not that he could be much more crazy anyway. Could you even measure craziness?

And now he couldn't even drown his sorrow in alcohol. WTF?

Dick just couldn't force himself to bring those flask to his lips, let the calming liquid burn through his throat, let it take his mind over. He had promised not to drink anymore. To her. It didn't matter that she didn't knew about that promise. The one he had made to her. For himself. For her. For them.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, he was scared that the alcohol would bring the other Dick to the surface again. The dumb, reckless jackass side of him. He had told Mac that he had just pretended to be him. Maybe that was true, at first, but he couldn't supress the thoughts that there definitely was this part of him hidden somewhere deep inside him. That it wasn't that much of an act as he wanted to believe it was.

But he didn't want to be that dick anymore. He wanted to be the Dick he was for Mac. The one that cared about her. The one that made her laugh. The one that loved to hold her. The one that coulnd't get enough of the feeling of her. Her warmth, her skin, her touch, her heartbeat. Everything about her that made him the person he was. The person he wanted to be.

So why didn't he just drink? There was obviously no them left. No Mac left. No one to save him from himself. Why didn't he became the other Dick again that was so much simpler?

Because there was still hope. Hope that maybe she would think about it again and would call him. Hope that there was still a chance for a them . That she could still save him no matter what.

That's why he was so startled when he heard his phone ringing.

Fishing for it in his jeans he nearly jumped when he saw her name on the caller id. Finally!

"Hey Mac! I'm so glad – "

"Dick Casablancas!", she yelled at him through the phone. "Fuck you!" She didn't even realize that these were the exact same words she just thought seconds ago, before she reached out for her phone, dialing his number furiously. She didn't even know how she managed to do it correctly but she obviously had.

Dick was baffled. What had he done now? Was she angry that he hadn't called yesterday? She was the one that didn't want to talk to him. He desperately tried to figure out what he had missed.

"What? I don't –"

"I said fuck you. You don't like the fact that the Nerd turned you on? You think that I'm not worthy enough for your sex thoughts? Well, Fuck you!"

Before he could even think about responding to that, not that he could make any sense of what she was talking about or had any idea how he was supposed to respond to that, she had hung up.

Yeah, Dick had definitely missed something. What the hell was that?