Mackenzie's POV
I smiled as I danced through my class.
"Okay, now class. Pair up so you can properly tango." My teacher said. There's a good twenty of us. So I'm good. Brad took my hand.
"May I?" I nodded. My teacher asked one of the students to demonstrate the dance.
Brad and I repeated them and when he spun me around, he dipped me unexpectedly. He pecked my cheek. He pulled me up and I spotted Jordan through the window. I glared at Brad. He never liked Jordan. I excused myself from class.
"Jordan!" I yelled.
He looked at me. "I was going to tell you something but forget it, Mackenzie." He never called me that. Never. It always Mackenz. It was just my name but it hurt.
"No! You don't get to be mad at me! I should be! Cause you didn't say anything to me about me liking you!" I yelled. I walked away.
Later...
I smirked at the girl I was fighting. She took the first blow at my gut which made me lose a breath. I kicked her side which made her lose her balance. I swooped my foot down and kicked her ankle which made her fall to her side. I sat on her and bent her legs. The bell rang and I got off her.
I took a swig of water and pulled my long straight blonde hair into a ponytail. I sat down on the bench before laying down. I closed my eyes for a second and continued on my way. I sighed before getting up on the ring.
"Cyrus, I need another match."
"Kenzie, you fought everyone already." He replies.
"Come on. There's gotta be someone."
"The only left is him." He pointed to Jordan. I groaned.
"Domianter! I need a match!" I yelled. He got in the ring with me.
"Aren't you mad at me?" He asked.
"I need an effing match." I gritted out. He sighed. I punched and kicked him until he tackled me.
"Stop." He said. I kicked off and walked away. He followed. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. He slammed his mouth on mine which made me kiss him back.
"I always like you, Mackenz. You keep ignoring me which was why I didn't get to tell you."
My breathing was shallow and my mouth felt dry as I tried to reply back. "Um..." Was my smart reply.
"I guess I made you breathless." He smirked. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up."
"Not until you agree to be my girlfriend."
"Well of course."
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Even Good Girls Have Bad Secrets
عاطفيةWe all want to make our mark in the world. Some are noticed and some aren't. Maggie Summer Harrison got both of that. Her efforts were noticed but they never noticed her. If you truly knew her, you would know that she's confident as hell, conceited...
