Flabby Patty

10.

I was feeling so freaking nervous that I was sweating through my pajamas. All I had to do was open the window for Mackenzie to sneak into my room. My bloody room! You can't even imagine the stuff going on in my had in that instance. Well, maybe you can.

As much as I wanted him to be there, at the same time I didn't. We were moving too fast, but mostly I was worried about the way I looked. My frizzy hair was a mess, I probably stank worse than a skunk and not to mention I looked like a freaking avacado in my pajamas.

I paced back and forth in my room, making sure ten times I had locked the door to it.

A sudden knock on my window made me jump. My heart pounded loud and my temples throbbed. Quickly, I opened the window to see Mac's beautiful eyes looking at me. In that moment, I forgot all about my nervousness. I forgot all about my insecurities as I saw his gorgeous face smirking at me with a hoodie over his head.

"Hi Patricia," his cute as hell dimples formed across both his cheeks. I loved when he called my whole name instead of Patty, and I hated my name.

I was blushing, " Hey Mackenize."

He majestically climbed off the window and into my room. Maybe I am exaggerating but he made my heart race. No other way to describe why he did.

Without even speaking anything else, he literally crashed his lips onto mine. I was completely stunned but I kissed him back. I couldn't stop no matter how many times my mind told me to. My heart told me to never stop.

The room started spinning as he trailed his fingers over my waist and pulled me closer, making me practically melt into his strong arms. He tasted like fresh minty toothpaste. Mac had prepared for this, brushing his teeth and shit while I had paced around a fat pig being nervous.

He pulled away for a breath and he smiled at me, "I missed you."

"Really?" I smiled back biting my lower lip. My heart leaped with joy whenever he was around. He made me feel special, like i was wanted.

He nodded and pressed his lips to my temple. They were soft and warm, as were his hands. He trailed his fingers down my back and I shivered.

"You okay?" he asked holding me.

"Yes," I lied. I was so not okay. "Can we just sit down?"

"Or we could lay down," he suggested, as his lips curved up into a cheeky grin. Curse him for being so cute.

We both got into my bed, with Mac's arm over me as he laid behind me. I could feel his hot breath of the back of my neck. My temples continued to throb and his breaths got heavier by each minute. It felt great but so dangerous for some reason.

His fingers moved away my hair and he planted a kiss on the back of my neck. Literally, my hair stood on its end as I felt his lips come into contact with my skin. Ugh, I was sweating like a freaking pig!

"Patty," he whispered slowly interwining his fingers into mine. "I know its only been a week."

"But?" my voice came out as shaky and nervous which made me wish I hadn't spoke.

"You still haven't told me how you feel about me."

There was a dead silence for a moment besides his heavy breathing.

My mind flashed back to morning. Back to Hunter. What would he think? Was Mac really just pretending to be nice to me? I still hadn't apologised properly for slapping him. His face flashed into my mind.

"Patty," I heard Mac whisper into my ear. "I really like you." His lips brushed my ear as he spoke.

My body started to tremble. Mac had expressed his feelings for me so clearly but I hadn't. I should have by now but i dont know what was holding me back. Why the hell did I care so much about what Hunter thought?

"Why is it so hard for you to tell me for once how you feel?" he let go of my hand and sat up.

"No that's not it," I got up grabbing him arm. "I feel the same way about you. Its just.. this is all so new to me."

His eyes sparkled in the dark and he sighed. "I just worry that you might be into Hunter."

I almost gagged. "Are you even serious? We hate each other."

Mac chuckled. "Did you ever see the way he looks at you?"

"He's dating Avery," I shrugged.

"But he is clearly in love with you."

"He's a bully!"

"Because he loves you."

I clenched my wrists. This was getting annoying. "That makes absolutely no sense! I like you, not him!"

"I believe you," his melodious voice whispered and he kissed me again. To me, it felt like heaven. Like we were meant to be. Slowly, he laid me back down on the bed and got on top of me.

By then, I was freaking out. For a minute I thought we were going to do it!

His lips trailed to my neck and he pulled down my shirt's collar revealing my collarbone. He kissed it and goosebumps formed all over my body. The feeling was so intense but so weird. My heart was about to explode as he moved his warm up my tummy, beneath my shirt.

I quickly moved his hand away. "Mac no.."

"I am not," he whispered, his lips touching my neck. "I promise I am not going to do anything."

His words made me relieved. I believed everything he said because every single word in his voice sounded so true.

"Mhm."

So then he kissed me once more. We kissed like we hadn't before. My soul wrapped itself with his, bounding us as one. It was then i realized why girls were crazy about boys. I was crazy about Mackenzie.

He was like a prince on a white horse who had come to save me from myself. Maybe fairytales did come true.