Chapter 8
Steaming mad at that very steaming kiss! Did I seriously have to enjoy it? Mac is driving me absolutely fricking nuts! If there was a shut off button, believe me, I would have pushed it a long time ago. The worst part is my mind cannot shut him off no matter how hard I try. It rotates between smacking him and kissing him on that very delicious mouth. Jerk!
The play is done and I'm relieved and can you guess who was in the audience? Can you also guess who hasn't talked to me since the kiss incident? I bet you can. Mind games suck and so does Mac! If this is what teenage love is about, I'd rather not participate. We have been avoiding each other like the plague.
It's Friday and another dance and jam session. I am making a point to clarify to Mac that the mind games are ending. It's time for me to move on. Not that I don't have offers; Spence is making it clear on that one. With homecoming coming up soon, time to move on. What am I to do wait for him….absolutely not.
The stage is dark with a few alternating disco lights and I can feel his presence. My eyes rotate the crowd and there he is his dark eyes watching me, surrounded by his friends, and as much as he plays that he is not watching me I know he is. My feet step up to microphone. The words play our new song.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey
Top down in the summer sun
The day we met was like a hit and run
And I still taste it on my tongue
The sky was burning up like fireworks
You made me want you, oh, so bad it hurt
But boy, in case you haven't heard
I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover
I love you forever, forever is over
We used to kiss all night, now it's just a bar fight
Hot sweat and blurry eyes
We're spinning on a roller coaster ride
The world stuck in black and white
(Stuck in black and white)
You drove me crazy every time we touched
Now I'm so broken that I can't get up
Oh boy, you make me such a lush
I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover
I love you forever, forever is over
We used to kiss all night, now it's just a bar fight
So don't call me crying, say hello then goodbye
So I made my point in my big production. But, why do all I want to do is cry? With even more effort, Spence and I dance together. Mask the pain, fake the fun. Guess my acting skills are getting better. Spence leans into my ear and asks me about homecoming and if I have a date. My eyes look up and spot Mac dancing with some senior in the corner. From across the room, his eyes still make clear contact. I mouth the words "not sure, if I am going yet". Then I do what any self-appreciating girl would do look away from Mac and smile at Spence.
The rest of the evening was a blur that is until the fast dancing chaos had me bump into your's truly. Your's truly looked terrific in his red Aeropostale t-shirt, dark jeans with slight tears, and a little bit of dark stubble around his soft lips. We faced each other and time stood still as the both of us were transfixed at our very angry expressions. Mac's dark eyelashes curled up with slight dark circles under his riveting brown pools. His wisps at the end of his hair slightly curled up. His chest corded with perfect muscles that made me want to….just like the three bears not too cold, not too hot, but perfect…what in the hell am I thinking? .
"What?" I rolled my eyes angrily.
Silence. "Say something?"
More silence.
My two hands bared his chest and pushed him backwards. His eyes highlighted in surprise. I continued to push until we reached the exit door.
"Listen, this stuff needs to stop".
My eyes searched his perfect ones. I could feel my eyes tear up and for just a moment I wanted to do what I really wanted to do….
With my hands splayed on his chest, my feet tiptoed and closed the extra inches Mac had on me. Next, baring my eyes into his, I played caution to the wind. My lips pressed to his. I could hear his gasp. His hands reached around my waist pressing me even closer to him. The assault of our lips continued as I deepened our kiss. It was maddening the feel of his tongue on mine. Deep, mind splattering, uncontrolled.
Minutes passed as his stubble slightly burned my face. We continued to kiss. I could not stop, didn't want to. He was driving me crazy. All the pent up emotions of frustrations was finally being released. God help me.
The sound of a table being moved close by broke our connection. With a frustrated sigh, Mac ran his hands down my arms and back to my hair. Next, he leaned in for one quick reaffirming kiss.
"You are going to the dance with me".
It wasn't a question and I knew it.
Mac continued to look at me until I made an answer. Although I was extremely embarrassed, my resolve failed me as I shook my head yes.
"Good." His lips met mine again one more time. His hands reached in mine as he gently squeezed my hand. He managed a serious smile before walking away.
I struggled to compose but walked around the corner. There was no sight of him. But there was his friend Bryan.
"We need to talk Mia".
Love drunk had turned into love stupid.
"Sure".
Bryan motioned for me to sit down at a cafeteria table. He looked around to make sure there was no sign of Mac.
Bryan smiled sympathetically at me. "By now, I bet you're in a sheer state of exasperation."
I shook my head in surprise.
"First, before I say anything else to you Mia. What are your intentions regarding my friend?"
Laughter ensued. "I thought the guy was supposed to be asked that question."
"Don't neglect the question Hudson."
My eyes glanced down at the floor then back at Bryan. "I like him..actually I like him a lot but he is so confusing.
Bryan smiled in agreement. "To understand Mac, you have to understand his life. His mom took off when he was very young…and I'm sure you know about his dad and all, right?"
"Yes".
"So the guy has trust issues, understandably so But, I can tell he really likes you Mia."
"And the point is…..."
"The point is he is a really great guy and friend. Just give him some time to trust you o.k.?" With that announcement, Brian stood up and shook her hand.
"By the way Mia, is your friend Nicole single?"
The day was getting stranger and stranger….