Not Like Her

3

The next day Macy met up with me on our corner, however was occupied with her phone the entire time. I attempted to make a few jokes and asked about having a sleepover on the weekend. But she was barely giving me anything. I was frustrated at Macy's attention being all on Andrew that as soon as we reached the gates I ditched her and went to find Meg.

I even walked into our history class by myself, which granted me a few odd looks. I went everywhere with Macy. We were two peas and a pod.

I didn't even know where Macy was, probably making out with Andrew or a different guy.

Who knows?

As I took my seat near the middle of the classroom, on a two person table by myself, my attention instantly turned to Jake. I wondered if he was okay, and as much as I hated him. Nobody deserved the rejected feeling of not being wanted.

Macy entered the class, with Andrew in tow.

Everyone's eyes were on her, even the girls.

Well I mean they were late afterall.

"Macy!" Mrs Presto exclaimed, "Why are you so late? And who is that with you?"

The teacher held a whiteboard marker in her hand, the small whiteboard infront of her littered with random dates. She tapped her foot furiously, a skinny eyebrow raised.

Macy put on her most charming smile, "Oh sorry Mrs, this is Andrew the new student. I was just helping him around. This is only his second day here."

That's how Macy got out of things. All she did was use a pathetic excuse and a bright smile and bam. She got out of it. Yes, it has helped me in the past too. But still.

Mrs Presto mirrored Macy's expression and turned back to the whiteboard and continued jotting things down.

As Macy sat down next to Andrew and not me, I again gazed towards Jake. But realised he had disappeared. I bit my lip, deciding whether to run out. Or perhaps wait.

But Jake was probably very upset. Just like the day prior. And Macy was my best friend... so I had to help her out.

"Mrs Presto," I raised my arm as she turned around, "May I please use the bathroom?"

"It's the start of the day."

I smiled, trying to do what Macy did so often, "Please I'm busting Mrs Presto!"

She didn't look pleased and crossed her arms, shaking her head.

Macy spoke up, "Come on Mrs, she really needs to go!"

One of the girls up near the front giggled, "Akayla's going to piss her pants!!"

Everyone laughed and my cheeks burned.

I looked down at my desk, unable to make eye contact with anyone, which I was usually very good at.

"Fine." Mrs Presto agreed.

As I escaped the classroom, I spotted Jake sitting under a tree. I was surprised he hadn't been called to go back to class yet. Even though it had only been a couple of minutes.

"What do you want, loser?" He grumbled, ripping shards of glass out of the ground.

Jake's eyes were ever so slightly pink.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't call me a loser. If anything you're the loser."

He leaned back against the tree, his shirt snagging on the bark. The slight breeze ruffled my hair, and Jake grabbed my wrist and pulled me down next to him. I was going to tease him or tell him not to touch me, but he took a deep breath. I turned my face, so I was facing Jake. I was so close to him, I could see a tiny molar on his jawline, a sprinkle of incredibly faint freckles on his pale skin that I could barely even see. 

"Akayla.." He said, looking up at the tree branches above us. But I knew he could feel my eyes on him.

"Hmm?" 

"Concentrate. Focus,"

"Funny you say that dumbass."

Jake shook his head, "Why was Macy practically sitting on top of the new kid. Why was she all over him?"

I opened my mouth, about to defend my best friend when he said, "Be honest. Please."

The begging in his eyes almost broke me. All I wanted to do was open up to Jake. Before he and Macy had began... whatever they were doing he and I had been great friends. But I couldn't look at him the same after they dated for a little bit and mingled together. I always felt my heart crack just a little bit. 

Yes, Macy was my best friend. But Jake had been my best friend during the times where I was drowning. Years ago, but still.

So I spilt everything, only keeping every few details because after all; Macy was still my friend.

I told him about the way Macy smiled at other guys, at Jake. The way she would gush over one boy then another one the next. The way I... her best friend in the whole world, thought she was like a player. A cheater. As I told him secret after secret, he broke down more and more. His eyes darkening, and not in the way girls usually wanted guys eye's to darken. 

Honestly, I just wanted to support him and help him. Even though we had been best friends, he had still treated me like shit during times.

After he and Macy became a thing, I couldn't treat him normally and he fought back against me. Our small rivalry began and sometimes I even wondered if it was worth it. Because if I ever did something, or said something, Jake would hit me back ten times harder. Sometimes I wished I could take it all back. And we could go back to being friends...

But perhaps if I supported him and helped him out with his Macy troubles, then maybe we could rekindle what we once had!

"Wow.." Jake whispered, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey Jake?" I said, lowering my hand on the grass between us, "If you need anything I'm here. Even though we're... you know.  But only if you treat me nicely again and I to you."

He smiled. 

"Okay," Jake whispered nodding.

And with that small conversation over, and my heart feeling full, he gave a cute little smile and walked back across the yard to our classroom...

Wait did I say cute?!?

He is not cute!!!