“Ugh what now?” Macon barked as he pushed Macy into the closest desk.

“You need to stay away from my girlfriend!” Derrick yelled.

“I don’t know what she told you, but she damn near begged me at the dance.” Macon hissed.

“That’s—not—true!â€? Macy gasped, trying to catch her breath while sitting on the desktop.

Macon pulled her close, an arm around her neck. He whispered in her ear, “Isn’t it time for the truth?”

Derrick freed her and asked, “What truth?” He squeezed her hand, comforting, but she knew before long he wouldn’t want to be anywhere near her.

“Are you sure you want all of the truth?” Macon continued, grinning wide now.

Derrick sighed, “Yeah.” as Macy closed her eyes and stepped away from them.

“Well, for starters, your girlfriend’s a liar.” Macon stated, the smirk growing on his face as he saw Macy glare at him.

“Why should I believe you and how do you know?” Derrick challenged.

Macon laughed, hard and bitter, “Oh you have no idea how much I know.”