♡ Macy Morgan ♡
“Mace, trust me! I didn’t kiss him, he kissed me!” Meagan pleaded as she frantically raced towards me the next day at school.
“In my defense I was totally caught off guard. I mean if I had known, I would’ve stopped him. You know I would’ve stopped him. It’s not like I like him that way. Speaking of which, why did he even--”
I turned around sharply, causing her to nearly collide with me. “Meagan. Meagan, listen to me,” I chuckled at her frazzled look. “I really couldn’t care less. You can do what you want with him.”
Meagan’s eyebrows furrowed and she gave me a confused look. “Are you sure? I mean, you seemed pretty mad when you stormed off last night--”
“Meg, he’s all yours.” I smiled and patted her gently on the shoulder. “Hey, I have to get to get to History class. You know how fussy Mr. Craig is about tardiness.” Meagan’s face held a look of persistence, and I knew she wouldn’t let this go until she got a concrete answer. But to avoid further prodding, I had to find a way out - even if it meant using History as an excuse.
“But you hate History!” I heard Meagan’s voice call out as I sped-walked away from her.
***
I couldn’t get myself to focus on anything the teachers were saying in class considering that all my mind wanted to do was go back to Spencer and Meagan’s kiss. All I need to think about is the look Spencer gave me to get my blood boiling.
Who does he think he is? Playing around with my head like I’m just some toy lying around for his entertainment. One second he’s sweet and sensitive and the next he’s a backstabbing jerk. And if anyone was supposed to be mad, it should’ve been me! He even had the nerve to get all up in my face about it.
I was scribbling furiously in my notebook the whole time and I heard something rip. I looked down and saw that the papers were completely ruined from the gaping hole in the middle. I let out an exasperated sigh and ripped out the ruined pages of my notebook, crumpling them into a huge paper-ball of fury.
As soon as the last class of the day ended, I got up and left the classroom, desperate for some air to clear my head. I was glad that Meagan wasn’t anywhere to be seen because as bad as it sounds, I didn’t want to deal with her at the moment.
While weaving through the buzzing crowds of students, I mentally listed all my assignments and tests.
Math test: Monday
Science report: Wednesday
History paper: Thursday
And those were only the things that were due next week. As my list of tasks accumulated, my steps became angrier and angrier, until I was just full on stomping my way towards my car. If I were to be assigned another task, I’m almost sure my brain would implode.
Pushing past the main doors of the school, the wind picked up my loose papers and scattered them all across the grassy field. This probably wasn’t once of my best days - no, actually, make that not one of my best weeks. I grudgingly picked up all my notes and stuffed them in my bag, crumpling them all in the process. After dealing with my troublesome papers I spotted my car across the parking lot and continued to express my frustration through my feet. I knew I was making a big fuss stomping around and all because people were staring at me like I was crazy, but that didn’t matter. All I wanted to do was get in my car and let out a long, loud scream.
I was closing in to my car and the feeling of being able to let out my scream just made me all the more eager to get in and drive away. However, in the midst of contemplating whether or not to jog the rest of the distance, I noticed another set of footsteps behind me.
“Are you sure you’re not related to Hulk?”
“What?” I turned and was met with a familiar pair of mesmerizing green eyes.
“Oh nothing. Just, if you turned green, I wouldn’t be surprised if S.H.I.E.LD came to recruit you for the Avengers.” Spencer shrugged then continued walking - towards my car.
“What are you doing?” I followed, frowning.
“Walking,” he replied nonchalantly.
“No duh. Why were you following me?”
“I’m going to your car.”
“I’m sorry, but douches are prohibited in my car.” I retorted stiffly, still not forgiving him for the incident on the yacht.
“Ha ha. You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” He deadpanned sarcastically. “I’m tutoring you.”
I stopped immediately, eyebrows raised. “Come again?”
“I’m. Tutoring. You.” He spoke slowly and without inflection. “Comprende?”
“For what?” I asked after regaining my senses.
“Math,”
“Said who?”
“Mr. Steiller and apparently your Mom,” His expression was unchanging; cool and indifferent, like he was already bored with the topic. “Now, are we going to keep playing 21 Questions or would you like to get in your car?”
I furrowed my brows further and a confused look took over my face. Why was I completely oblivious to the whole thing?
“You look funny when you’re confused,” He mused, while walking towards my car, leaving me trailing slowly behind like a lost puppy.
I got into the driver’s seat still slightly in a daze and started the drive home. Spencer fiddled around with the radio until he reached a station that he liked, and I busied myself by thinking of ways to get back at my mom for arranging this behind my back. But my careful plotting was brought to a halt when Spencer spoke.
“Didn’t think a D was in your radar Morgan,” Spencer snickered after moments of silence, glancing at me with suggestive eyebrows.
"Oh shut up." I snapped at his innappropriateness. “I can't believe Mr. Steiller showed you my grades,” I breathed in disbelief, “Isn’t there a school rule against that or something?”
“I’m actually very intrigued by you,” He tilted his head slightly to one side, “how ever do you manage to get past your parents with such poor grades? Weren't you still all up in that goody-two-shoes act before I left you?”
“Remind me why I shouldn’t kick you out of my car right now?” I seethed through clenched teeth.
“Because you need me for the test." He said matter-of-factly.
Spencer continued shortly after I shot him a black look. “Do you want my help or not? Because I’d happily ditch you for someone who actually appreciates my presence.”
I juggled this quickly in my head. On one hand, spending time with this egotistical, self obsessed jerk would probably shorten my life span by a few years, but on the other, I really do need this extra help to pick up my admittedly poor math grades.
“Fine.” I huffed at last. Seeing the satisfied smirk on his face, I felt inclined to add, “But don’t put yourself on such a high pedestal and be a dear to fetch your ego back down to Earth.” I finished with a sickly sweet smile.
“Ah ah ah,” he waved his index finger annoyingly close to my face, “careful with your choice of words Morgan, you might want to pay your tutor some respect.”
“Right, because someone like you deserves respect.” I scoffed in response, the image of Spencer and Meagan reappearing in my mind.
Leave it to Spencer to conjure all of my meanest looks in just a span of ten minutes. I think I might’ve even discovered new facial expressions to display hate and annoyance.
Sighing, I returned my focus on the road as we’re nearing my neighborhood. Getting tutored by Spencer would definitely have its benefits, him being on a Math scholarship and all. But whether or not I would be able to withstand all his... Spencer-ness, is still debatable.
I stole a glance at him through my peripheral vision and saw him sticking his hand out of the window, bobbing his head to the music playing on the radio. This quick glance brought back waves of emotions, but I pushed them back because the past was in the past, and he was here strictly on a tutor basis. Nothing more.