I was too scared to walk around school. I was scared I might bump into Nick and become a victim of murder. That or to a lesser extreme, break down in front of me.

I think I could safely say that, that had been the worst day of the year so far.

I continued stare at my maths book, hoping the equations would jump out at me and climb on into my brain. It hadn't worked though, as I knew deep down I was keeping that book out to make myself look busy and invisible to people passing by in school.

"Macy...?"

I froze, continuing to stare at my book, hoping he'll get the message and walk away.

His voice was nearer this time, "Please Macy."

I looked up to see he was taking a seat next to me; I grimaced, looking at my book again.

"Don't ignore me Macy." I could tell by his tone he was getting impatient. "I'm not ignoring you" I huffed looking up from my book, putting it down and crossing my arms over my chest to try and cover up my awkwardness.

"I'm sorry, ok?" The look of hurt made me forgive him straight away. "You didn't expect it? At all?" I asked, looking down at my nails, knowing I was being rude but not finding the point in sugar coating the truth.

I looked at him again when I heard sobbing. My face fell when I could see he was crying.

"Nick... Don't cry. I'm sorry." I hated people crying. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there and pouted a little.

I watched as he looked up at me, cracking a wobbly smile. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you". I felt his arms wrap around me and his head cradle in the crook of my neck.

"It's ok..." I whispered rubbing his shoulder lightly.

I'd never seen him cry before and I didn't want to start then.

I looked up at Stella who was now standing by the window looking in next to Joe and Kevin, Joe who was pointing at Nick and, I think, asking if he was crying and Kevin who was smiling to himself. I waved a hand at them, shooing them away.

"Can we start off fresh? As friends?" Nick sniffed finally, moving back to wipe his tears away. I reached into my bag pulling out a packet of tissues and giving them to him.

He frowned, glancing at them quickly and shaking his head. Too much self pride no doubt.

"Ok... Well I'm sorry again." I said, dumping them back in my bag. "Why are you sorry? You were trying to help. I'm sorry" he laughed. I flinched a little when he started to laugh, surprised. I didn't know he laughed...

"What?" He jumped, taken off guard by my sudden movement.

"Nothing, just...nice to know you have emotions" I grinned, just as quickly cursing to myself when I realised how mean I sounded.

"Nice to know your just as nice in person" he stated casually, obviously offended.

"'As nice in person?' To what?" I asked looking at him again, not really bothered by the fact it was supposed to be an insult.

He only smirked in response, shaking his head once slowly before getting up and offering me a helping hand. I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest and shaking my head, "Answer my question."

"Alright then, if you want to be immature about it the-", "NO! I'm mature!" I yelled grabbing his hand and pulling myself up. He laughed again.

"I'll see you later" He smiled holding me in the embrace I'd thrown myself into.

"You didn't answer my question" I mumbled looking up at him. "I agree. You should tell Jonas heads that. Well, I like that idea and that's what they depend on right? What we like they'll be sure to like."

"Oh, you're right!" I grinned getting out my notepad and writing it down. It's not till I looked up and saw that he was already in the building and running up the stairs that I realised it was a trick.

"HEY!"

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