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Nick didn't manage to track Macy down before his next class started and was unable to put his plan into action.
He was casually hanging out in front of Macy's last class when the bells had rung. A few students eyed Nick as they left their class. Nick trailed his eyes over the exiting crowd and spotted her quickly. "Hey, Macy." Her reaction was instantaneous so Nick quickly said, "I was wondering on your thoughts about the difference on playing tennis on a clay court versus a hard court."
The slight glazed look in her eyes cleared and the books that Nick swears were already airborne and hurtling towards his head all sharp corners and heavy were suddenly clutched back against her chest.
"Well, over in Europe," Macy began.
Nick gave a nod and started to walk down the hall. When Macy fell into step with him, Nick patted himself on the back. Fangirl mode defeated! If he wasn't able to distract her with Kevin than clearly sports were the next best option. Mind you, Macy had went on for another two minutes in great amounts of detail that went completely over Nick's head but he wasn't injured and he eventually managed to carefully coast the conversation to how her day had been going.
A girl suddenly pounced on Macy from behind, startling both Nick and Macy. "M&M, we still on Thursday for -- oh, hey, sorry..." The girl gave a small wave to Nick and made a face at Macy.
"It's ok and, yes, Thursday is still good."
"Who is that?" Nick asked, staring down the hall at the retreating auburn haired girl.
Macy grinned, looping her arm through Nick's and dragging him away. "That is Krista. She's on my water polo team. I could introduce you?"
"No, no," Nick said, trying for disinterested despite the fact that he was still staring back. "Just...curious."
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"Ugh, he just doesn't give up!" Macy growled, slamming her books into her locker. "He's all cheesy smiles and flirty lines and inappropriate looking."
"Have you just told him straight out you don't like him?"
Macy gave Stella an incredulous look. "How many different ways can I say 'I do not like you. Drop dead'?"
"Um, harsh."
"I know!" Macy said, digging her lunch bag out of her locker before turning back to Stella and further confessing, "I don't even feel bad about it either!"
"Maybe if you were dating someone else, he'd take the hint and leave you alone?" Stella offered, shrugging her her shoulders.
"Because I can just snap my finger and have boys lining up. Plus, I don't know if that'd actually deter him. Davis' skull is so thick he doesn't even need his football helmet."
"Well, at least he's easy on the eyes."
"And that makes it better that he's a total skeezeball?"
"Of course not, but it doesn't hurt."
Neither of the girls had noticed Kevin, who'd come to meet with them for lunch, listening in on their conversation.
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Kevin wasn't sure what he was doing.
He knew he was walking towards the cafeteria where the football team normally ate lunch. And he knew he was doing so because of what he'd over heard Macy say about footballer Davis.
He was still unsure if he was planning on confronting Davis about Macy. The more he thought on it though the more he was leaning towards 'yes'.
Seeing Macy all but spitting fire about someone, when it wasn't directly sports related, was bizarre. So much angry fire over one guy and no game or court or field to let her said anger out. Heck, there'd been one horrified moment during his accidental eavesdropping that he'd thought Macy was talking about him.
When the cafeteria doors came into view Kevin had decided that yes, he was going to confront Davis. It was still debatable over whether Kevin was doing this confronting because David was harassing female students or because he was harassing Macy.
It wasn't like he had any actual claims on Macy but Kevin was sure if he explained the situation to Davis... Or at the very least reminded this Davis guy that Macy was not interested in him in the slightest and perhaps it would be best if he just backed off completely and forgot about it because really Macy could only tell him no so many ways. She'd said so herself!
Stepping into the cafeteria, Kevin scanned the tables for the football team but was coming up empty handed. He did, however, spot VanDyke standing in line.
"Hey, VanDyke!" Kevin greeted, eagerly making his way over and picking up a tray. "Do you know where I can find your teammate Davis?" Kevin asked, glancing around the caff again.
"Tom?"
"Uh, maybe? I just know his last name is Davis and he's on the football team."
"Yeah, that'd be Tom. Let me just grab my lunch and I'll take you over." VanDyke gave Kevin a manly pat on the back and shuffled forward in the line. "Hey, how's Stella doing?"
"Huh? Stella? Fine, good, I guess."
The lunch lady handed over the change to VanDyke and eyed Kevin's empty tray. VanDyke picked up his near overflowing tray and started towards the back corner. "You think, uh, she'd be cool with me asking her out again?"
Kevin grinned, his thoughts racing to Joe and his mocking earlier over the yoga 'incident'. "Know what? I bet Stella would love that!" He also bet that Joe wouldn't love that which meant that Stella AND Kevin would love that. Win-win-win!
"Great! Oh, hey, there's Davis!"
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Kevin missed the rest of lunch and a good part of his first afternoon class by sitting in the nurse's office.
Nurse Hawthorne prodded lightly at Kevin's nose again. "Well, it's not broken but it just does not want to stop bleeding. Do you want to tell me what happened yet, Mr. Lucas?"
Did Kevin want to tell her that he'd barely managed to get past politely saying to Davis that Macy was not interested in dating him when Davis had slammed his fist into Kevin's face? No, no he really didn't.
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"Kevin!" Stella cried out when she first spotted the oldest Lucas brother.
Kevin eagerly headed over, wanting nothing more than coddling and sympathy.
"You've got blood all over my shirt! Do you know how long--"
A scandalized look spread over Kevin's face and he was pleased when Macy pushed past her friend, hushing Stella in the process.
"Oh my goodness! What happened?" Macy asked, her hands hovering mid-air in front of Kevin before she just went for it and stepped in. Her thumb carefully ran over the bruised nose before she moved to sooth the flesh around it.
"My nose! I," Kevin came to an abrupt stop and realized he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Macy he'd gotten a bloody nose trying to help her out. Macy didn't seem the type of girl that wanted or needed some guy stepping in to help her. There was also the dual sides wanting to either act all broken and hurt in hopes of being coddled even more or to simply brush it off and act as getting his nose nearly broken was no big deal.
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In the end Kevin had downplayed his injury if only because he knew he'd be home soon.
As the front door was slammed behind them, Kevin watched his two siblings race for the stairs. He waited patiently for both to be completely out of sight before searching out his mother who he quickly found in the kitchen.
"Mom! Ow!" Yep, Kevin Lucas wasn't too old to turn to his mother for a little TLC.
Sandy turned from the sink and instantly zeroed in on the purplish, swollen flesh. The soapy bowl was dropped back into the sink. "Kevin, sweetheart, what happened?"
Kevin pouted as he slumped over to the counter and sat on a stool. "Jealousy happened."
"Oh, please tell me you didn't get in a fight." Pulling a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer, Sandy made her way over to her eldest. Tilting his head back, the bag was carefully placed over his nose.
"No. It was pretty one sided."
"What happened?"
Kevin sighed and took the frozen bag from his mother's hands. "There's a girl at school... She was complaining about this guy who wouldn't leave her alone so I went to speak with him and it turns out he didn't like that. I've been noticing she has quite a few male friends." Kevin frowned thinking back to The Guy from the other day and The Other Guy he'd seen her chatting with after school. They were just friends, he knew that, he did but it didn't mean that he liked seeing it. Kevin turned back to his mother and asked, "How do you deal with it? Y'know, when you don't come with us on tours sometimes and there's all those fangirl moms throwing themselves at dad."
Sandy gave a strained laugh. "What?"
"Well, y'know... The moms who would 'do anything' to have their daughter meet JONAS."
"Kevin--"
"Not that dad would, obviously...I guess. I mean, probably not right? He loves you. I heard him say it just the other day...or wait, was that last week? No, wait, he said he loves your cheesecake..." The bag of peas were dropped onto the counter while Kevin tried to pinpoint the last time he'd heard his dad declare his love. He realized that his mom, too, had grown silent. "So? Mom?"
"What?"
Kevin blinked up at her. "Jealousy? Girl I like being pursued by other guys?"
Sandy cleared her throat and handed Kevin back the bag of pea. "There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy," she quoted with a bright smile as she stood from the stool.
"Mom, where are you going?"
"Just to have a word with your father. Oh, and Kevin? When the timer goes off, take the muffins out of the oven."
"Ooh, you're making muffins?"
"It was getting too pricey to keep buying them from that desert store. Hopefully the girl at school you like enjoys these too."
"W-what?" Kevin questioned, giving a nervous smile. "Th-these are for Macy."
"I know," Sandy said, smiling before turning to hunt her husband down.
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A/N: So, I think there's two...or three or so chappys left in this fic! Yay?
Also I am in NO WAY implying the Lucas father would be doing anything unsavory or the like. Just thought it was a funny, awkward, one-sided conversation.
