Sweatpants, Thongs, and Panic at the Disco

1 - I'm not getting in your van.

26 DAYS BEFORE THE CONCERT

Maybe, just maybe, if I hold my satchel up in front of my face as nonchalantly as I possible can while walking down the hallway, he won't see me. He's with his friends. He's in a conversation. He won't see me. He won't. Please don't. My classroom is in sight, I'll make it. He won't see me. It's like time is mocking me, making it seem like it's taking forever for me to reach my destination. 

Someone rams into my side, causing me to slam into the lockers to my side, and my satchel falls from my hands. Luckily it didn't hit the floor, my phone was inside, because it was secured around my shoulders. "Watch where you're going!" I seeth at the little freshman kid would shoved me. He mumbles an almost incoherent sorry before skittering away. I grit my teeth and rub the arm that came in contact with the puke green lockers. 

"Hey, Powers, there's Mackenzie," my eyes widen at the words. God damn you, Jock. And no, he isn't a Jock. His name is Jock. If my parents had given me such a name I'd probably shoot them. I turn a little and send them a smile that was probably more of a grimace and started speed walking for the classroom. 

"Kenz, wait up," my boyfriend said bye to his friends and then I could hear his foot steps coming after me, quickly. 

"I really need to get to class," I say, not bothering to look at him. 

Kyle wrapped his hand around my upper arm and turned me to face him. He shot me his signature smile and I gave him a blank stare back. "I think Ms. Green will be okay with you being a little late. It's the last day, you're not doing anything important."

"You don't know that," I tried to walk away from him again, but he was still holding onto my arm. "Can you get your hand off of me?" I glare at him. He doesn't make any effort to move his arm so I do it for him, semi-harshly. 

"A please would've been nice," He frowned at me. "What's been with you lately? You didn't answer any of my calls last night..." I rolled my eyes. You'd think that after I don't answer his first seven calls, he wouldn't feel the need to call me the eighth time, but he did. "Look, is this still about what happened after prom? Because if it is—"

"I really don't want to talk about that, alright? Just let me go to class, Kyle."

"Not until you tell me what's up!" He growled. "I've apologized enough times already for—"

"Shut up," I growl, "And let me go to class," I spun on my heel and headed for the room. "And as for your "apologies", they sucked." I pushed passed the few by-standers and walked into the classroom, taking my usual seat in between Adam and Danielle. 

I slapped my satchel onto the desk top and raked my fingers through my hair. "Couldn't avoid him, huh?" my brother chuckled. 

"Shut up, Adam," I glared at him and then turned to see Danielle practically bouncing out of her seat. "What the hell is up with you?" 

Danielle kept bouncing, her bright red ringlets swaying. She slammed her palms onto her desk and screeched. "You are going to love me!" She burst out into a fit of giggles and clapped her hands together. I stared at her without amusement. "I mean, I'm your best friend and you already love me, but after this you're going to love me even more. Ohmygosh, I can't even believe this is happening!"

"Can you just spit it out already before I pull all of your hair out?"

My threat didn't bring down her mood one bit. "I ditched and spent all last period in the bathroom calling and calling and calling and calling and I finally got through and I won! I freaking won! I can't even believe this is happening!" She clapped her hands together again and again and she was starting to give me a headache.