Disclaimer: I don't own JONAS.
This is kind of a companion to Macy's Fault, since so many people asked for it. I hope I didn't mess it up, haha. It'll be a chapter fic. I had fun writing this chapter. I like how it turned out. I hope you do too! (:
10:14 AM
Science/Math Hallway
Horace Mantis Academy
Perfectly brushed post-practice hair? Check.
Cherry-chapstick'd lips? Check.
The best clothes this side of the East Coast? Bitch, please. As if you even have ask.
Stella Malone scanned her eyes up and down a tiny, athletic figure. Correction, a tiny, athletic, fidgeting figure.
"Macy! Stand still." She huffed, leaning over to straighten out the collar of her school uniform. Macy Misa sighed, but quickly stopped jiggling her left foot. "Stella, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean...It's not really..me..."
Stella rolled her eyes. "Macy, of course it is. That's the best part, it's totally you. And that's what's going to reel him in." She grinned, fishing a comb out of her back pocket and quickly smoothed the brunette's bangs.
"Are you positive?" Macy asked again, eyes wide and innocent. "I mean, I was him to like me for me, not just because I act like Jenna Jameson."
"No, no, no, Macy, sweetie. You're not going to act like a pornstar. Just act like yourself, okay?" She told her best friend. Noticing the doubtful expression on her face, Stella offered her a sympathetic smile. "Would I do anything to hurt you?"
Macy shook her head fiercely, ruining Stella's carefully crafted 'do'.
"So trust me, okay? I know relationships!" She insisted, missing the roll of Macy's eyes. Glancing over Macy's shoulder, she squealed. "Here he comes!"
Macy gulped, her eyes widening. "Stella, I don't think I can..I mean, I'm not sure I can.."
Stella sighed, and turned Macy around. "Don't even start with me, Misa. I didn't lend you my Dior knee-highs for nothing." She gave her a little shove in Kevin's direction. "Now go!"
Macy threw the blonde one last questioning glance over her shoulder and walked towards him. Behind her, Stella's smile turned into a smirk. She watched her best friend walk away, skirt riding up slightly and pigtails bouncing. Neither were going to know just what hit them.
Macy took an deep breath, and shifted her eyes from her favorite Lucas to the door of the History classroom. Door, good. Kevin, bad! Door. Door. Door. Think about the door, Macy! Only the door. Room 207-B. Don't think about Kevin! Kevin's not behind the door! Kevin could be on the door though...Mmm..
Macy shook her head back, trying to force her brain from thinking such thoughts, conveniently walking right past a certain pop star. Really, Macy! She could hear her mother's voice scolding her. When did you turn into such a per-
"Hi, Macy!" His bright, peppy voice sounded from behind her.
Macy whipped around, her hair flapping into Kevin's face. "Hi Kev- I, Oh! Sorry!" She spluttered.
"Macy. Chill. It's fine." Kevin laughed.
Macy felt her eyes flutter shut briefly, she took a deep breath. Just like Stella told you, remember."A-are you sure?" She stuttered, offering him a soft smile. "I-I'm so sorry Kevin! I can never seem to be ar-"
A soft chuckle escaped between his lips (soft, pink, and just the right amount of plumpy), cutting her off. Macy could have sworn she felt her heart jump. "Yes. And don't worry about it." He flashing another blinding smile in her direction.
Macy felt the heat in her cheeks spread vibrantly as she looked down, studying her shoes. Noticing the striking neon shades of Kevin's Converse, she glanced up at him. "You know," She began, pointing at his feet, "You better change those before Stella catches you."
Kevin followed her finger down to his bright orange and green laces and winced. "Yikes. Thanks for reminding me. I'll get them out of my locker right now, actually. That is, if I'm not already-" He started, only to be cut off by the shrill ringing of the warning bell. He groaned, his head hitting the locker as he leaned back.
Macy chewed on her lip, suppressing a a soft groan at Kevin's frustrated face. His eyes were screwed shut and he was biting his lip and his hair was falling into his eyes adorably and she couldn't help but wonder if that face was the same as his other frustrated face and- Bad Macy! She mentally scolded, resisting the urge to smack herself. Kevin is not a sex toy. Kevin is not a sex toy. Kevin is not a sex toy.
"Well. Now, if I don't get detention for losing my History textbook, I've totally got it for being late to class." He sighed, and began to turn back. "I'll talk to later, Mace." He gave her a slight half-smile and wave, and began to walk back to his classroom.
Macy willed her eyes not to leave the back of his head and trail down to inspect a soft, tight tush that was simply begging to be groped and- Damn it, Macy!
She would never learn to be calm, cool and collected around Kevin if she allowed her thoughts to constantly drift to well, Kevin. Kevin, with his bright, sunny smile, and lean, cuddly body and cute tousled hair and oh the things they did to her.
Fortunately for Macy, a heavenly power seemed to take kindly upon her at that moment. "Wait, Kevin!" She called after him, jogging slightly to catch up.
"Yea?" He tilted his head in her direction, several curls falling over his forehead.
Not a sex toy.
"I erm- You can borrow my textbook!" Macy blurted, not fully aware of what she was saying.
Kevin's smile light up his entire face. "Really, Mace? Wow, thanks! But wait, don't you have History next too?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing.
Macy shrugged, holding out her text to him. "Yes, but take it. I don't mind." She smiled shyly.
He shook her head, pushing it back towards her. "No, you'll get in trouble then. I don't want that. Besides, it's worse for you if you get detention, you actually have things to do after school."
Macy rolled her eyes. Honestly. Kevin Lucas saying he had nothing to do after school. "Yes, because running off to autograph signings and recording sessions is so much less important that a couple badminton practices. Now take it." She said, fixing him with a playful glare. "Or I'm stealing those shoelaces."
Kevin widened his eyes in mock horror. "You wouldn't."
"I would." She smirked. "Now, go! You'll be late."
He began to turn and walk back, but quickly pivoted around once more. "And you're certain you won't get in trouble for not having your textbook?"
Macy shook her head, waving the problem away. "Nope. Reoutt's a cool teacher. I can just borrow from the person next to me. And I've been wanting to talk to him for a while, if you get what I mean." She laughed lightly, winking at him.
Kevin froze. The smile evaporated from his face, a neutral, vacant expression filling its' spot.
"Kevin?" Macy chewed on her lip nervously, had it been too soon to bring up her personal life with him?
Kevin looked down at her and quickly lightened his expression. "Sorry, must have blanked out there or something." He dug into his bag and held out her textbook to her again. "Anyway, take your textbook, Mace. Really. There's no need for you to get in trouble with your teacher. I'll be fine." He grinned down at her again, intensifying the fluttering feeling in her tummy.
"But I told you, I could just-"
"You don't want to bother your part-" Kevin' began in an unnaturally high-pitched tone. He coughed, and started again. "I mean, It would be better for you to use your own textbook."
Macy nodded slowly. "If you're sure..." She trailed off, hesitantly taking the book from him.
Kevin flashed her another heart-stopping smile. "I'm sure." He grinned, and turned Macy around. "Now go." He insisted. "You'll be late." He gave her a little push in the direction of the History classroom, patting her butt as he scooted her along.
10:18 AM
Room 207-B
Horace Mantis Academy
When Macy reached her seat, she flopped down into it and hugged her textbook to her chest, squealing into it. Everything had gone perfectly. She had managed to have an entire conversation with Kevin without fainting or having a fangirl moment! She beamed at herself proudly. Definitely progress.
She couldn't wait to tell Stella.
Sighing dreamily, she opened her textbook to the dictated page and attempted to focus on and the Protestant church, trying in vain to ignore the tingling sensation on her butt and the memory of Kevin's warm, strong, guitar-calloused hands patting the seat of her skirt when she left and how deliciously wonderful it had felt and how she would have given anything for him to just leave his hands there for a little bit longer and-
Not a sex toy damn it!