MacKenzie
I didn't care of I was late for class; I needed to get to them. God, I've been such an ass since middle school, and now I know why all the dorks hate me instead of wishing they were me.
I found it weird that Nikki and Brandon weren't in the same place at the same time. Those two seemed inseparable. I wonder, what happened?
"Nikki, I need to talk to you," I said. I think I came on a little too strong; she seemed scared of me.
"Now, this is nothing personal, and I don't want to believe this. But during your suspension people had been saying you had slowly been going insane. I didn't believe them until you showed up to the dance hissing at people. I just want you to know that I have pepper spray in my back pocket. You may talk to me... But only if you promise not to try anything."
"Oh shut up. I came to apologize. I'm really sorry okay. Realization of how mean I am to you had just hit me today, and I'm very sorry. I SO understand if you can't forgive me. I just wanted to get that out there... Maybe for future reference and what not. But--"
She hugged me. It didn't feel... natural. Something different was in this hug. It wasn't like the ones I'd give to Jessica when we'd celebrate, or like the ones my parents gave to me when I did something they forced me to do. This hug was a sincere hug. And a warm one too. Is this what it's like to be a dork. Because if it is, I want in.
"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say those words," I heard her say over my shoulder.
I replied,"Way to kill the mood, Maxwell." But I still hugged her. I never wanted to let go of that sincere, warm feeling.
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