Macy turned the corner without Derrick. But she got pulled by Macon. “Hey Macy.”

Macy squirmed out of his grasp and hissed, “What do you want Macon?”

“I wanted to let you know that I’m apart of Holly’s ‘crew’ so you get to see me a lot more.”

Macy winced. “That’s not happy news. But whatever.” Macon reached for her arm, but she stepped back. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again.”

“Whoa, those a nasty words, Macy. You shouldn’t use them.” He smirked.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to if you left me alone.” Macy retorted.

“I’ll think about it.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Whoa, Macon thinks.” And walked away, getting the last word for once. As she left him, she ran right into Derrick, who steadied her.

“Come on.” He was clearly excited about some unknown thing, but he led the way toward the cafe. They ended up in the front and Macy stared at him with curiousity written across her face. “Check this out.”

Derrick pulled back a huge sheet just enough for the two of them to see. Macy gasped.