Chapter 7:

Cloud nine has been my station this past week ever since that surprise kiss from Mac. It was a fun kiss the way his hands pressed against my cheeks (as if I would move LOL ) and swooped down his pressed his lips to mine. Fireworks, I tell you, seriously. To top it off, it was his beautiful smile afterwards that was the whipped cream and cherry! There should be a crime against being too perfectly beautiful.

There has been instantaneous popularity ever since I performed at the dance. I don't mind but seriously folks, don't ya think personality is more important than talent! Life is interesting for me especially since Mac and I are playing it so low key right now. We still are doing the eyes across the room bit and he does stop me in the hall and we flirt like crazy. I'm sure people can recognize that I'm falling and falling hard especially with my hands clenched around my middle, my eyes tipped towards his, and the smile I can't seem to shut down. My hands want to reach for his and walk that down hall my head resting on his shoulder.

My drama teacher, Mrs. Hilbrandt wants me to participate in the musical Grease. My goal list is quickly being checked off! She thinks that I could get the part of Sandy so here I am in my bedroom practicing lines amidst all my homework, band practice with Puckerman, and all my daydreaming about Mac. I guess I am a glutton for punishment. Generally speaking acting has never been in my repertoire, but I think I can do it.

Mrs. H paired me off with Spence Abraham to practice our lines. Obviously, she feels that he should play the part of Danny Zuko with his thick dark hair and outgoing personality. Spence is a rich kid and is extremely popular. He is a serious jock who is a real guy's guy and does not care what people think about him. His life seems effortless. In addition, Spence wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen on stage dancing or singing. Not to mention that Spence is good looking with his dark hair and ocean blue eyes.

When Spence talks to me he has this amazing confidence that makes me think that he expects me to hang on his every word. Although this may be true, he still has this great sense of humor that makes rehearsing not so painful. Basically, Spence is keeping me afloat; as I try to drift through memorizing the endless amount of lines. The singing part is going well. At this rate, it will probably be forever before I have a chance to eat lunch with my friends and hang out after school. Lucky for me, my mother Rachel has been giving me lots of pointers.

Today I was walking down the hall with Spence talking about practice and certain scenes when Mac passed by with his friend Bryan. Bryan whispered something into Mac's ear which made Mac seem pissed. It sort of ticked me off that he didn't even stop to talk to me. Later, whenever Mac passed me by it became super obvious that he was angry with me. From now on I thought to myself, he would need to find someone else to play games with! Playing ping pong with my emotions is something I will not tolerate.

So the next day, when I was walking by myself, I spotted Mac. He was getting a book out of his locker and his brown eyes registered with mine. This time my eyes did not waver if he wanted to play games so be it but this time I was up to the challenge. With my chin held high, I passed him by and refused to look back. Not to say that his haunted brown eyes were not pigmented to my memory. The only way to describe my pain is that my heart felt like it had a wired cage surrounded over it.

At lunch time Spence and I were practicing the "Summer Loving" scene in Mrs. H's room where the main characters of Grease, Danny and Sandy, were reminiscing about their summer together. Spencer had his arms around my waist and was singing about his character's summer at the beach. My job was to stare deeply into his eyes and look like the lovesick teenager that I really am (with Mac that is). Basically, it wasn't a hard job to replicate at this point in my life.

Unfortunately at this very moment, Mac happened to walk in. He sort of stopped and did a double take. His face was flushed red from the remnants of gym class and running around the track. His brown wavy hair was tousled and his skin glistening of sweat, not the gross kind but the kind that left a satiny sheen on the body. He had on red shorts with a gray t-shirt splashed with a Nike symbol. By the look on his face, it was apparent that Mac was looking for someone.

Well, Mac walked up to me and put his arm around my waist which made me gasp at him in surprise. He made sure to look up at Spence and introduce himself. He even made a point to shake Spence's hand. Spence just took it in with an amused smile on his face. However Mac did not look overly enthusiastic at Spence's response. Nothing seriously seemed to face Spence.

At this point, Mac turned to me his brown eyes serious as he carefully assessed my reaction. "Talk to ya later ok".

I'm mad but not mean so I shook my head yes even though I wanted to shake him silly. His dimples flared at me and in one swift motion Mac pulled me toward him and gave me a quick kiss. To make it worse, he even gave me that damn smirk and swagger exit. And he acted AS IF, everything was back to normal. GUYS!

Later, as I stomped my way past Mac and his buddies with my friend Nicole, Mac and his friend Bryan gave me a friendly whistle. Like always when I am pissed, my mouth gets the best of me. So, the first thing I did was march over to Mac with my black yoga pants and yellow tank top. With a sexy sarcastic smile and some hip movement, I arched one eyebrow back and told him point blank that in no shape or form would he ever be able to handle my package (not in those exact words but close).

Well, Mac placed his hands on his cheek for a second and raised both of his eyebrows at me. His mouth was closed and it was apparent that he was thinking about the situation. When all of a sudden his eyes lit up like saucers and he gave me this beaming smile, not exactly what I was looking for. Then he got up from his sitting position and in one swift motion he had me flattened against his chest.

"Really", he questioned.

His friends snickered and before I could reply he pulled my head back my long strands of hair in his hands. Next, he went in for the kill. His lips touched mine at the same time his tongue pushed them open. Before I could even think about it, his hot tongue was tracing circles with my own. With his hand firmly on my back, he tilted me back into a standing position.

Mac pressed his face near mine and gave me those dimples and did the worse thing possible.

His eyes looked at me in amusement.

"Any time you need handling Mia, let me know."