•~BOOK ONE•~
Mackinzy McCall is a few months younger than her brother Scott McCall. Agent Rafe McCall was a very heavy drinker. One night at a club he had hooked up with a women and gotten her pregnant. His four month pregnant wife, Melissa wasn't v...
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Chapter Six
Mac's POV
I was sitting in class when Stiles ran in and sat behind Scott. I was on the other side of the room, so I didn't hear what they were saying. They had panicked expressions though. They both looked at a guy with a smirk on his face. A guy I've never seen in my life. His smirk was really creepy and took away from his attractive face. Like dude stop. It's not cute at all.
During the whole class period Scott and Stiles kept staring at him. It was weird, but sparked my interest. When class was over I walked out trying to mentally put together what the hell was going on between those three. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and ended up bumping into Erica. She turned around with a evil little smirk.
"Ah, Mackinzy." She said in a not so nice way.
"Hello, Erica." I said in the same bitchy tone she used. She did a little giggle.
"And who is this, Erica?" A voice asked behind me. I turned to see the guy from class. He was smirking looking down at me.
"This right here is Mackinzy." She said, sweeping my hair over my shoulder. I was getting angry, quickly.
"She's a cutie, don't you think?" The dude said to Erica.
"Yes, Isaac. I do think so." She said. So Isaac was his name. If they don't get out of my personal space, I'm gonna stab them both, in the throat, with a pencil. My mind gets violent when I'm angry. I pushed them both out of my space and walked away before I did something I would regret. I walked down a near empty hallway and paced back in forth. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Nothing was working, so I walked up to the wall and punched it as hard as I could. I stood there taking deep breaths, calming myself. The bell rang, telling me to head to class. I walked in and sat on the other side of the room than my brother.
"All right, listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult. I'm not even too sure I could pass it." The teacher, who is also P.E coach, said. I looked around confused. I just got to this school. I don't even know what we're learning.
"Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh?" Coach said. I raised my hand. Not to answer the question though. "Come on, let's go, buddy." He said to me, pointing to the board. He looked at me confused when I didn't get up.
"Um, Coach. I don't even know what we're learning." I told him. He looked at me exasperated. I just shrugged at him. He can't blame me, I just moved here.
"I beg that you aren't as clueless as McCall, Female McCall." He said.
"Trust me, I'm not." I responded with a smirk. I glanced over at Scott who glared at me and went back to his conversation. Coach stopped paying attention to me and walked slowly toward Scott and his friends.
