Okay, just to let people know, this chapter takes kind of a dark twist. Don't hate me if it's really out-of-the-blue. And there's some languageā¦. Well one word of it :-). Thanks to all my reviewers! All the best, Mo 8-)
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Macy, you didn't!" Stella shouted at me from across the hall. It was our break between first and second period. I sighed.
"Jake is sweet." I whined to her.
"And a player. And a heartbreaker. And-" I cut her off.
"And he said he would never hurt me. We're dating now. As of tonight." I said seriously.
"We'll see." Stella replied, and I could see the wheels in her head turning. Oh no. She smiled evilly and walked away.
"Stella." I said suspiciously. She was up to something.
Stella's POV
I had a plan. Kevin was going to love Macy. And Macy was going to love Kevin.
"Joe." I said with a motivated tone.
"What's up, Stel?" he smiled. That cute, little smile.
"We need to get Macy and Kevin together." I said simply.
"Uh, why? Won't Macy, like, kill him?" Joe fought back. He could be so lazy.
"Because they belong together!" I whined.
"Why do you need me?" he said, using his snappy voice.
"Because you know Kevin. And anyway, do you want Macy to get hurt?" I retorted.
"How would she get hurt?" Joe asked.
"She's dating Jake." I said quietly. Joe gasped.
"NOT heartbreak Jake." he breathed. I nodded.
"Okay, I'm in." he whined.
Macy's POV
I walked into third period with a smile on my face. I sure told Stella.
After third period, I ran into Kevin again.
"Why does this keep happening..." I said in a mocking sing-song voice under my breath.
"I don't know." Kevin replied, picking up my books and his. I blushed. He wasn't supposed to hear that. He handed me some of my books, grabbing my shoulder.
"I'm sorry." he breathed. I had no idea if I was gravitating toward him, or him toward me, or both of us together, but our faces were becoming close.
A sigh escaped his mouth, beating warm breath down onto my face. We kept edging closer until.... The bell rang. I looked down. Turning around, I ran down the hall.
I guess I did like Kevin. Wait, no I didn't. I don't. I didn't say that.
I walked down an empty hall, not wanting to be seen with the almost permanent crimson taking over my cheeks. Until I heard voices behind me.
"You're a slut." a girl spat at me when I turned around. I almost went into shock. No one talked like that here. We had a very strict school. And I didn't get involved with those kinds of people.
"Yeah. Jake and Kevin. I'm Kevin's. How dare you." another girl piped in. There were five standing in front of me. This was really weird. I never thought they had murderous fans....
And then everything went in slow motion. The girls pushed me down to the ground, my books scattering everywhere. Blows were aimed to my stomach with fists and legs. Hate-filled words were spat at me as they all had a shot at kicking me and punching me in the stomach.
"See ya." the first girl sneered as she walked away, leaving me propped up against the wall.
I fell onto my side, and then rolled over onto my back. My hands wrapped around my stomach. I bit my lip roughly, willing the tears flowing out of my eyes to stop.
This was something I would have never expected from the loving fans of JONAS. Or at my school.
My eyes squeezed shut, sobs forming in my throat. I wouldn't let them win. I was an athlete. I was stronger than that. Even though I had my weak JONAS not-me self.
But the shock of that attack at my school was scary. So many thoughts swarmed my head until I gave into the tiredness I was feeling.
I felt my head roll to the side, my cheek feeling the cold, hard tile of the floor. Then everything went black.
Kevin's POV
That was it. The chance I had to kiss Macy. And the stupid bell had to ring. Then Macy ran away. I frowned at the thought. Maybe she didn't like me.
I didn't care if I was late to class. I needed to think. After about ten minutes, I wanted to go talk to Macy.
I walked down the hallway that Macy took. She went down the deserted one that had no used classrooms.
And then I saw the person lying on the ground. At first I thought it was some punky kid that got kicked out of class. Then I saw her face as I neared. Macy.
Her cheeks were tear-streaked and her hands clutched her waist. Her head was rolled to one side. She was out cold. I had seen her like this after seeing me or Nick or Joe many times before. But without the crying.
I scooped her up into my arms. Carefully removing one arm from under her, I removed one of her hands that was around her waist.
I felt kind of pervy, but I barely lifted her shirt. Many big, purple bruises were forming on her stomach.
What some fans would do. Those were the fans that always caused trouble. The ones that tried to sneak backstage at concerts. Or even on-stage sometimes. I knew those.
Grabbing Macy with both hands again, I hurried down the hallway to the nurse's clinic.
Chapter 3
Macy's POV
I woke up in the nurse's office. A groan escaped my lips as I remembered what happened.
"She's awake." someone whispered. My eyes shot open.
"It's okay, Macy." the voice spoke again. It was Nick. And, fortunately, my not-me side didn't take over.
"Are you okay?" another voice whispered in my ear. I shivered. Kevin. Why were they all here? What was going on? And why was Kevin being.... Seductive? Or was that an accident? I breathed harder. I felt lightheaded again.
"Hey, Kevin. I don't think you're helping. Making her have a heart attack isn't really a good thing." Joe snickered.
"Joe, what's the 9-1-1? I have SO much make-up work for ditching school 20 minutes early!" I hear Stella squeal.
"What happened?" she asked sternly when she saw me.
"Fans." Joe whispered. I closed my eyes. And it all hit me. I was probably going to be ambushed every day now. It would never end. I bit my lip, trying not to cry. But, by closing my eyes tighter, a tear escaped.
"Macy. Oh, I'm so sorry." Stella whispered. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, where I had been hurt. I was bandaged, and I blushed as I realized I was only wearing my sports bra. Well, and pants. I was pretty sure....
"So, why did she get attacked-" I flinched, tears filling my closed eyes again, "by your fans?" Stella all but spat at Joe, Nick, and Kevin.
"It's okay, Stella." I croaked. My voice was so broken. The tears fell again. And this time, the sobs building in my throat were released. I had no idea why I was crying so much.
"Macy. Please. Let me handle this." Stella whispered. I shook my head.
"It's not their fault." I sobbed, feeling her arms wrap around me. My tears soaked her shoulder of school uniform. But she was wearing the boy's uniform. Wait, no she wasn't!
I pulled away and met the eyes of Kevin once again. I cried harder. WHY was I crying? I was strong. And I had cried enough about the crazy fans. I had no reason now!
Kevin held me closer, pulling me back to him. His hands stroked my back. My sobs stopped. I felt myself realize the situation, my not-me self coming through.
I gasped, my eyes shooting open. And I fainted into his arms.
