Chapter 3: Raise the flags?
Nick has managed to make all the girls fall for him by singing a very cheesy romantic song. He could see the angered annoyed face glaring at him. He gave her smirk and saluted at her to which she just smiled and mouthed inaudible words then laughed before walking away. He went over to one of the girls in Macy's team and accumulated a plan to embarrass Macy.
Mean while in the locker rooms after volley ball practice Macy put on her clothes and realized that it was all cut up. She looks down shocked not realizing the sudden breeze everywhere on her bare exposed body. She slams her locker door shut and grunts out loudly. She stares intently at her outfit then a sinister smile plays her lips. She pulls out of her phone and calls for a favor.
Nick chuckled by himself as he waited for the arrival of a distraught Macy Misa rushing out of the locker room panicking over the fact that her clothes were ripped. He waited for his victorious glory. However instead heard a very loud group of dreamy sighs. He turns around behind him and sees a group of girls in dream state staring at someone. He looks at their directions and saw two well toned muscular boys walking down the hallways with messy hair and bad boy styled clothing. But what shocked him the most was the person behind them. He mouth dropped and his eyes widened at the sight.
There before his eyes little innocent oh so sweet naïve Macy Misa became a sinfully playful incredibly sexy girl in a matter of seconds. She was wearing the new designed Horace Mantis Academy cheerleading outfit. The short pleated royal red and bold blue skirt showed more than enough leg to satisfy any boy's needs. The tight slightly cropped top exposed the tan toned stomach of athlete Macy Misa. The whole outfit was teasing him making him suddenly feel hot. He adjusted his tie loosening it so he could breathe more properly. Stupid damn hormones. He looked Macy from down to up to meet up with a smug look. The intercom suddenly played "Starstrukk" and as if in cue the whole cheerleading team showed up.
And on beat the team jumped onto tables and spread themselves across the cafeteria before breaking into a dance routine. But it wasn't like any other routines. It was more street, more rebellious…more provocative. Nick watched as Macy's body moved around teasingly to the beat. He gulped down his throat as he could feel it going dry. He looks away for a short while but could hear all the wolf whistles and dreamy sighs from the girls as the football team came up to join the cheerleaders little dance. At the end Macy was on a table in the center of the cafeteria.
"VOTE MACY!" She shouts and the whole cafeteria breaks into a roaring cheer. She puts her hands on her hips and gives Nick a playful look then winks at him.
"Wow. Since when did Macy become so hot and sexy?" Joe says breaking Nick's trance.
"That's not a nice way to talk about a girl Joe." Stella says smacking Joe on the head.
"But it's true!" Joe defends himself.
"Well thank God I made those outfits then right?"
"You made the outfits?" Nick asks sternly.
"Yeah?" Stella replies hesitantly
"That means all of this is your fault!" He says loudly walking off.
"What does he mean?" Stella asks.
"Boy hormones going on over drive thanks to your outfits not leaving any imaginations on Macy." Joe stated.
"Oh…ew." Stella says slapping Joe's arm.
"What? It is true!"
There was a huge line forming in front of the atrium as Macy noticed when she trying to get to her locker the next day. She squeezes through everybody and tries to escape but fails and gets pushed out. She huffs and tries again…and again… and again. All times failed. She got up and stomped her foot. That's it. She uses all her power to push everyone out of the way and before they could protest they say the fire in her eyes and let her be scared to what she could do to them. She shoves through the line and meets up with a booth…a kissing booth? She looks around it and sees the sign "Vote Nick" and then sees Joe and Nick being the occupants of this so called kissing booth. Of course Joe would agree to such a incredibly ludicrous idea. But Nick?
"A kissing booth Nick?" She stated in disbelief.
"Yes Macy a kissing booth." He says as he laid a kiss on the next girl.
"Really? You set this up?" He just nodded.
"Kinda cheap." She says receiving a glare from him.
"Okay ladies end of the kissing booth!" He shouts and everyone groans in disappointment then scatters away. "What do you mean cheap Misa?"
"Well Lucas, you set up a booth where you get to kiss different girls all the time and won't get in trouble for it. You also used your perky pop star status to get the kisses because you know any girl would want to kiss a JONAS because that is how confident and cocky you are with yourself. You've hit an all time Joe." She says grinning at him.
"You're one to talk with your so called dance going on yesterday." Nick said looked down at her
"What couldn't get your minds out of the gutter there Lucas?" Macy says playfully as she tugs his tie.
"I should go." Joe says nervously before speeding off.
"Please. Like you could affect me." He says confidently. Breathe.
"Since you like kissing booths…" She closes into him. Breathe Nick. Her lips just barely traces over his. He could feel her breathe on his lips and he could feel his heart beating at an incredible speed. She stops for a while before her lips start playing a baleful smile.
"You can't tease like I can Nick." She whispers into his ears and then blows into it. He could feel the shivers running down his spine but he kept his stance. She pulls away then pats his chest.
"Good luck Nick."
Nick let out a heavy sigh and slouches back his body while rubbing his neck watching her strut away from him. Fuck this.
"Wow. Since when was Macy so….teasing?" Joe asks.
"There's a lot you guys don't know about Macy." Stella stated. But Joe has yet to figure out if Stella's tone was one of amusement or one of sadness. He shakes off the thoughts and focused on his troubled younger brother now.
"Nick is screwed isn't he?" Joe asks.
"You have no idea." Stella says in a matter of fact tone.
AN: Dangerously competitive if you ask me :] Hehe. REVIEW PLEASE