A.N.

I know some of you may be upset at how long it took me to update, and there really is no excuse. Still, I was pretty busy with Thanksgiving and then taking down Thanksgiving and transitioning to Christmas. And I had 3 essays and 1 project due this Friday... so yeah. But I'm still sorry. I'm also sorry that this is kinda short. It looked a lot longer when typing it up on word...

I still want to hear more from you guys! I want your suggestions on what else to include. Any suggestions are open. I wrote some down on the previous chapter, so you can look at that A.N if you want. But the main question I want to ask is: bowling or roller rink?

Please get back to me soon. I update about once a week.

Also, I updated this story, because I totally forgot the shout outs both this chapter and last chapter! So without further ado...

TheOneThatLooksBack

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Here's Chapter 3

The girls and I walked downstairs to the lobby to meet up with the guys. Liz was practically bouncing off of the walls with her nervous energy, and Bex had gone ahead of us to make sure she didn't accidentally knock into something mid-chatter. This left me in the back with Macey, who had casually begun filing her nails into razor-sharp points. We had almost reached the lobby, when a thought occurred to me.

"Hey Macey," I questioned hesitantly, pulling her off to the side. "Who are you going with?"

Macey's sort-of-boyfriend, Preston, was currently off gallivanting across the world, doing things a former-politician-turned-ambassador's son was expected to do. The rest of the world didn't know about the evil-terrorist-leader-trying-to-start-world-war-three-then-rebelling-and-being-shot-in-the-head thing with Preston's father, and said world was still shocked at the "terribly violent assassination of our ambassador! And by a random, crazy man with a gun, no less!" This speedily dispatched version of the story had been easily swallowed by the general public, although those good ole' conspiracy theories popped up now and then. For the most part though, everyone was far more inclined to see the ambassador's passing as a terrible tragedy, and his achievements looked back on fondly. This, of course, made his very own son even more popular, and so Preston was now traveling the world as the pitied son of a renowned world leader, rather than a possible and likely criminal.

Personally, this was fine with those of us who knew the truth.

Replying to my question, Macey told me that she had extended the invitation, but Preston didn't know if he could make it or not, so she was just going to tag along with us anyways. After all, she didn't need a man to have fun, no sir!

She said all this casually, as if she was discussing the weather outside-currently cloudy, but so far no rain was in the forecast- or the rising price of gasoline in New Jersey. She said it all with an impassive face, as if she didn't care.

But to us, her best friends, it was ever so obvious that she absolutely did.

When we got to the lobby, I couldn't help but notice that Zach was looking very..ahem…nicely dressed.

Okay, okay he was totally gorgeous.

"Well Gallagher girl… you don't look hideous," Zach greeted me with, as he slung his hand around my shoulder.

"Ditto" I retorted, smiling at the memory of the sophomore year ball.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Grant and Bex, ever the flirts, and Jonas and Liz awkwardly standing around making small talk.

Ahhhh, some things just never change.

When my eye fell on Macey, standing awkwardly in a corner still filing away, I couldn't help but sigh. Zach turned to look at me with a questioning look, and then followed my gaze.

"I just wish I could have done something to get him here," I mumbled to Zach.

Just as he was about to respond, the front doors were flung open, and there was Preston, in all his glory.

"You may not have been able to, but we may have pulled a few strings," Zach said with a smug look on his face.

Meanwhile, after taking a moment to compose himself, Preston walked over to Macey, opened his mouth-

And was immediately silenced by said Macey McHenry attacking his face.

"Pound it", said Grant to a smirking Zach, while Jonas forked over $20 out of his wallet.

After their long -ahem- very long reunion, Preston pulled away.

"You didn't think I'd miss an infamous group date, did you?" Preston said, grinning from ear to ear. " There's always some kind of crazy incident and I certainly don't want to miss it."

Preston turned to address the group, a shell-shocked Macey still in his arms.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go have some fun, shall we?"

And with that statement, Preston bounded out the door, Macey in tow.

The night had certainly become a lot more interesting...