Macy ran into Derrick after class. “Hey,” he gushed, embracing her.

“Hi.” She replied, not as joyful.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. So are you coming to the art exhibit tonight? Not to be cocky, but half the stuff is mine so you have to come.”

“What about Macon?”

“What about him? No worries, I’m pretty sure he hates art.”

Derrick laughed and told her, “Well, okay then, count me in. I’ll definately be there…for you.” Macy smiled and kissed his cheek as Macon watched from across the hall lined with red lockers.

Macon murmured under his breath, almost like a killer, “One night not to forget.”

Macy seemed happy for the day, unless Derrick was away from her. Then, she’d always look behind her and watch out for Macon. One thing she knew for sure about him: he only struck once per day. Aww, what a JERK . Macy appeared as if she was going to lose it when Derrick had to leave the back of the stage as the art exhibit intro was about to start. Even seconds from him, could cost her a lot.