Mickey Who?

†6† My Decision?

Chapter Six: My Decision?

Song for this chapter: "Elastic Heart" by Sia

"You can't do that." Trent looked disappointment. Another emotion skidded across his long, angular face also, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. And then he suddenly eyed me with sudden determination. "No, you aren't going to do that."

For a moment, I was surprised. I hadn't expected him to react like that. Dissapointed? Yes. Telling me what I can or can't do? No.

"Oh yeah?" I challenged, returning his resolute stare. "Watch me."

He didn't waver. "If you don't do it...I'll just tell everyone at this school that you're the new Mickey. And once the cat's out of the bag, they'll be begging you for advice whether you hide behind a screen or not."

I blinked. "Excuse me?" It took me a moment to realize he was threatening me with blackmail. Albeit, I didn't know him much, but I didn't think he'd jump to such drastic measures over something he just learned about. But I wasn't going down without a fight. "They wouldn't believe you. Everyone knows how I feel about Mickey," I scoffed, inching closer to him and lowering my voice so we wouldn't attract attention.

"You wanna bet?" Trent smirked, almost as if he had this all pre-planned. "If I told them that you were Mickey and that you didn't want to take over the responsibilities, don't you think they'd believe me after you haven't updated your Mickey blog thing in a few weeks?"

I started to shake my head, but I realized midway that he actually made a decent point. If only he hadn't known about Mickey...then I could've easily let the whole ordeal die slowly. Sure, people would start questioning it, but since no one knew who I actually was, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

But. He did. And now I'd have to give into Trent's demands and be Mickey. Or I'd get revealed as Mickey anyway, and then have to deal with the wrath of hundreds of teenagers who desperately vied for Mickey's advice.

I grimaced. Neither option seemed very appealing.

"Well?" Trent's voice sliced through my clouded thoughts.

Sighing, I confessed in a low tone, "I don't want to be Mickey." It almost sounded like I was whining, but I didn't care. In fact, I was almost tempted to stomp my foot down like a toddler would do, in order to prove my dislike.

Trent shook his head and said, "Why not, Ana? From what I've heard...being Mickey is an opportunity some people at this school would kill for."

"I know, I know. But why me? Why would the old Mickey choose someone like me? Someone who doesn't like Mickey? Someone who can barely understand the reason behind the Mickey program itself?" Saying those words out loud made me feel good. I was able to talk to someone about what I was feeling. I could voice my thoughts to someone...even if that someone was just using me for entertainment.

He shrugged, thinking for a moment before saying, "I don't know, Ana. Maybe Mickey just thought you were the right one?"

"Well, I'm not. And that Mickey was stupid." I snapped, folding my arms in and puffing my cheeks out.

Trent was about to answer me, when the sound our teacher's voice, Mr. Cole, interrupted him. "Alright guys, get to your spots so we can start the warm ups."

After a brief stare down between Trent and me, I finally broke contact, and we parted ways. He went to go to the teacher to ask where he should go, and I went to my normal spot, right next to Jenna. She must've gotten out of the bathroom while we were still arguing.