The same day, Macy walked down the corridor without Derrick, going toward her locker. But just before she reached it, she noticed Macon leaning against it. Macy turned away quickly, but Macon had already saw her. “Hey! Wait!â€? he yelled, following her around the corner. Macon gripped her shoulder and spun her to face him.

“You’re back. I um got to go. Bye.â€? Macy murmured disappointed.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re not going anywhere, unless you’re trying to forget everything I know about you.â€?

“Macon…â€? But he pulled her into the closest classroom. “What do you want from me?â€?

“I just want you.â€? he whispered, but it was too hard to tell if he was bluffing or telling the truth.

“No.â€? Macon pinned her to the wall, holding her wrists back. “Please, don’t.â€?

He was stronger, there was no point fighting back now. He mashed his lips into hers.

Suddenly, Derrick strolled in. He muttered to himself, “Is this NA class?â€? Then looking, he sighed, “Why do I always find you two?â€?