It was a week later, Tuesday. Derrick and Macy were seated at a lunch table in the courtyard, sharing a soda. All eyes were on them.
“Why are we at school again?” Derrick asked, flipping the bird to a kid laughing at them.
“That’s a nasty finger.” Macy stated, then giggled as she gave it to another random stalker. “Um we’re at school because…we need to be.”
“I thought we got past the bad lying. Isn’t the game still going on forever?”
Macy sighed, taking a sip of Coke. “Fine, we’re at school because Macon was going to the meadow today and I wanted to be far away from anything that has to do with him. You know, since last week and all.”
“How’d ya know Macon will be there?” Derrick wondered.
“He sent me a text.” She rolled her eyes and waved a hand like it was no thing. But it was.
“Let me see.” Derrick immediately reached across toward her pocket and she stopped his hand.
“One, I deleted the message and two, it looks like you’re about to go in my pants.”
Derrick blushed, “My bad.”
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