Late Last Night

Chapter 18

Chapter 18:: Madness::Muse

Three weeks 'till prom.

Six weeks 'till graduation.

Graduation also equals college, something I don't like to think about. I already got into a school, not my first choice, but it's still a good school for me to go to and actually find out what I want to do.

I stopped thinking about the future and began thinking about the now. Not the fact that my best friend's boyfriend, who is also my best friend, is cheating on her. Nope. Not the fact that I'm attracted to a guy that I thought I hated. And the guy I had a crush on, is a douche bag.

No, I was focused on the cheerleading competion, and the fact that we were disqualified.

Because of me.

Hilary walked by me, two other girls at her sides. She was cradling her, now, broken nose. I was pretty sure she was glaring at me.

We were cheering when it happened. We were in sync, and going to the beat of the dance mix we all agreed on. Yes, we were wiggling our hips a little too provacitively, but the judges seemed to like the routine. Heck, they seemed to like us. I was sure we were going to win.

The problem was Hilary's hip piercing, which had ripped when she almost fell off the pyramid. I had tried to get her, but I got that stupid little piercing and it ripped her skin and down she went.

It might have been funny to on lookers if she didn't keep bleeding.

Basically a lot of girls have weak stomachs and we ended up losing.

Plus seeing Marc in the crowd didn't help things for me...

"Hi!." He said.

I just looked at him, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask why you've been ignoring me."

"Seriously?" I asked, hands on my hips. Marc looked back at me with his "innocent" blue eyes. Like he was urging me to fall for them.

Too bad I wasn't that easy.

"I saw you Marc." I said simply.

His eyebrows met in the middle as he decifered what I said. I raised a single brow and waited for him to figure it out.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you mean." he finally said.

Then my anger got the best of me. I shoved his chest causing him to stumble back. "I saw you at the party you asshole! When you were supposed to be with me!"

His face paled, "Y-you saw?"

"Yeah, I saw." I growled. I huffed and turned away from him. Marc grabbed my arm and dragged me back to him. People were starting to stare at us. Ignroing them, Marc took me outside the gymnasium.

"Look please don't tell anybody." he pleaded. I gazed at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Why would I tell anybody?" I asked.

"Because you saw me kiss a-"

I held up my hand, "What you really should be doing is leaving me alone." I turned around and started to walk away.

"Nadya!" he called. "I'm sorry. Can you please forgive?"

I stopped walking. I was almost to the front door of the gymnasium. I looked at him over my shoulder. I breathed in and out trying not to yell at him.

Marc stood in the parking lot, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his now chin length hair blowing in the wind. He looked unbelieveably sexy.

But I wasn't ready to forgive him yet.

"I'll think about it." I said. I continued inside, not carrying if her heard me or not.

Amy and I were sitting in the park that night. I was telling her about Marc's apology as she snapped some shots of the pond for her portfolio.

"Well," she said. "Do you want my opinion." She turned to me and set down her camera.

I looked out over the pond and nodded.

"He didn't necasrily cheat on you since you guys arent together. But, it's basically like he did."

"So what should I do?"

"Forgive him, of course."

I looked at her, shocked.

"What? I think you guys would make a cute couple, plus, prom is two weeks away you need a date." Amy shrugged.

Sometimes I worry about her. "What if, Louis cheated on you?"

"I'd de-penis him." she said instantly. I giggled and shook my head.

"Then why do I have to forgive Marc?"

Amy looked at me, "I love you, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart. Your'e not going to find a guy in two weeks for the prom."

"So your telling me to settle."

"Der!" she said. "I swear sometimes your so dumb."

"What about Lucas?" I asked. Amy packed up her camera gear and walked over to me.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about him." she tapped her chin. "He'll do I suppose. But I don't know if he's your type."

"He tried to kiss me."

"Holy sh*t!" she gasped. "And you didn't tell me? You hoe!"

"I'm sorry I was occupied."

"Occupied my ass!" She guffawed. Then she looked at me. "Did you want to kiss him?"

"I still do."

Amy gave me a sympathetic look and layed her hand on mine.

"You are in some deep do do."