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In The Elevator
Chapter 2
Brantley banged his head against the wall for the 88th time in four minutes.
"Oh my god. Stop!" Macey yelled. He banged his head again, just for the pure pleasure an annoying the crap out of her.
"Nah. I don't think I will."
"Brantley?" Macey asked all too sweetly.
"Yes Macey dearest?" he replied.
"Shut up!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whateva." He waved her off. Macey fumed, but didn't reply, knowing she probably wouldn't win this argument.
"How much longer must I suffer?" she yelled up at the ceiling.
"Two hours, fourty-eight minutes and fifty-six seconds." he said effortlessly. Macey looked at him, eyebrows raised in surprise and suspicion. Of course, Macey had already known what time it was... She was a spy. But Brantley wasn't. She watched him closely, looking for more hints as to who exactly this boy was.
"Uh, okay." she said, still suspicious. She had a weird feeling about this guy ...
"Hey, Mace?" he asked her.
"Don't call me Mace." she snapped.
"Alright, alright! God, what doesn't make you mad?" he mumbled under his breath. He didn't even know what he was doing wrong, and this girl was just being a you-know-what.
"News flash, Brantley. Everything makes me mad. Especially you." she laughed at his scrunched up face.
"Not everything -I'm sure my looks make you happy." he smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Brantley. So conceited, but nothing to be concieted about." Now she smirked.
"I'm gonna let that little comment slide McHenry." he said coolly.
"So you're saying you don't have a comeback for that, so you're just going to give up? Wow, Brantley. You're too easy." she said superiorly.
Before Brantley could even reply, there was a ringing coming from Macey's boot. Brantley looked at her,eyebrows raised.
"Your foot's ringing."
"Thanks, but I think I got the memo." Macey said as she reached into her combat boot, wondering how she was getting service all the way down here, then flipped her phone open to answer.
"Hello?" she askied as she answered the phone. There wasn't a Caller ID.
"Hey Mace, it's Cam." said the voice. Brantley leaned forward and tried to listen in, but Macey pushed him away.
"Oh, hey Cam." she said.
"Hey, I was wondering if we were still on for the campaign meeting next Tuesday?" Cammie asked.
"Defiently...have you heard anything from Zach?" Macey asked nonchalantly. Brantley frowned.
"Who's Zach?" he asked rather loudly. Macey tried to shut him up, but it was too late.
"Macey, who was that?" Cammie asked.
"Uh... Brantley?" Macey replied, making the answer sound more like a question.
"Brantley? Macey Sierra McHenry! You go and get a boyfriend and didn't tell your best friends? I'm telling Liz...and Bex!" she squealed into the phone. Macey groaned and glared at Brantley, who was cracking up.
"He is sooo not my boyfriend, Cammie! He's just some dork I got stuck in an elevator with." she looked over at Brantley, who looked kind of hurt, but did a good job of hiding his emotions.
"Ah, Macey. That hurt. Right here." Brantley said, pointing to his heart. Macey rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Brantley." Then she turned away, returning to her conversation with Cammie. "No, Cam! I swear, on like, all of my , still Tuesday. Yeah, buy a ticket through my credit card... yup, the Visa one." Macey said, as she continued to talk away with her best friend. Brantley wasted time picking threads of his jeans. "Okay, Bye Cam. Love ya. See you soon. Mhmm. Bye!" she finally finished 10 minutes later. She shut her phone and slid it back into her boot, where it was barely noticable.
"So... that was your friend Cammie?" Brantley asked awkwardly. Macey nodded curtly, not wanting to give away too many details of her personal life.
"She's one of my roomates."
"Ah... she seems... nice..." he said. "So," he continued. "Who's Zach?"
"A person." she said.
Brantley rolled his eyes and smirked. "I meant, is Zach your boyfriend... or something?"
"No... he's more like Cammie's unofficial boyfriend." Macey said. She looked down. She didn't like talking to people about these sort of things. The only exception was her friends.
"Oh. Just asking... you know, for future reference." he winked. Macey closed her eyes, hoping, praying to get out of here. Then she could pretend this whole encounter with Brantley never even happened.
"So, Macey... what should we talk about?" he asked her, sounding as if they had been best friends for years.
"How about we just shut up and not talk about anything? Oh, and let's stop pretending like we know each other."
"Well... we could get to know each other." he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Macey rolled her eyes for the 96th time that day.
"Brantley, you do realize that after this little escapade, I can call the cops..." she said.
"Aw, I'm not like that, Mace." he replied. Macey scoffed.
"Ha. Don't worry, Brantley. I'm no where near scared of you. Trust me." Brantley leaned closer to Macey as she said that.
"Good. You shouldn't be." he whispered in her ear, sending shivers through her body. But she didn't show it.
"Yeah, but you should."
Their faces were just inches apart. Brantley leaned in a little closer. So did Macey. Then she turned away.
"I can't... I don't kiss boys I just met."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to come on you like that." he said, cursing himself. Macey was doing the same. "Let's start with something simpiler -where do you go to school?"
"Uh..." Macey started, wondering if she should share such information. She took a deep breath. "I go to The Gallagher Academy For Exceptional Young Women."
Brantley's eyes windened in pure shock. He knew there was something differnet about her.
"Oh."
"Yeah... you?" Macey asked, testing to see if she had just given away her biggest secret.
"I... I go to..." he started, but couldn't finish.
"Go on."
"I go to Blackthorne."
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