The Cupcake Theory

27) That Wasn't A Panic Attack

27) That Wasn't A Panic Attack

Some people say that I can be a tad overdramatic at times.

I have no idea what they're talking about.

"You've got to be kidding! How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends!"

Charlie runs a hand over his exhausted face "We are Mace. We're actually best friends if you can remember correctly. You're totally overreacting to the situation. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? When the Titanic hit an iceberg did the captain say 'that scratch isn't too bad. We can just duct tape it up'. I don't think so. Or when you ran into a pole and split your head open. Your last words before you passed out because of blood loss were 'It's not bad'. So I think we can come to the conclusion that we both have very different definitions of the word bad."

"Fine, I get it. I bought you the wrong ones. In my defence have you seen the number of different brands and types? After a while they all seem to just blend together," I roll my eyes at my naive friend "Also, I'd like to point out that you never specified what kind you wanted. I sadly cannot read minds."

I pick up the packet of chocolate chip cookies and look at them in disappointment. "All I wanted was the Caramel Crown cookies. You know the ones with the caramel on top of a biscuit and it's coated in dark chocolate? They're pretty much like a Twix bar. The best thing about them is you don't feel guilty after eating the entire packet but you'll probably end up feeling sick afterwards" I remember back to the time when I ate 2 packets and couldn't move for the rest of the day because my stomach was hurting so much. But they did taste really good.

I sigh knowing that this is as good as it will get "I guess these will have to do," looking to Charlie I watch him take out his tasteless crackers to eat "because I'm such a terrible and mean person I'll have to make you suffer the consequences" I dramatically sigh "You have to eat these horrible chocolate chip cookies with me" I open the packet and offer one to him. He happily takes it while giving me a knowing smile.

Great, I'm turning all soft. This is what happens when you have friends. Besides I could never be angry at Charlie I love him too much and it's too much effort to try and ignore him.

Someone clearing their throat breaks me out of my thoughts. I stare up at the teacher who looks displeased with my existence. Don't worry the feeling's mutual; I'm not a giant fan of myself at the moment either.

"Would you like to share with the class what seems to be much more interesting than World War II?" Are all teachers born with outdated classes and a permanent scowl, or is it just the really old ones that only teach here?

I shrug "Not really," his eyes widen as his stare deepens, if he stares more intensely I think his eyes might pop out "Oh that was a rhetorical question wasn't it? Sorry, I didn't really catch your drift there, maybe next time wink and I'll understand what you're actually trying to say. They don't teach us to read minds sir, this isn't Hogwarts." I try to pull a puppy face with the big eyes and small pout, sadly the only reaction I get is the teacher giving me an expression that's between shock and worry. From that look alone I can conclude that I resemble someone with something very wrong with their face.

Note to self: don't try to look cute to attempt to get out of doing something, it doesn't work.

His eyes find their way to the packet of cookies in the middle of Charlie and I. "You know the rule, Mackenzie if you're eating food in class than you have to share your food with everyone."

Gasping I cling the cookies to my chest "No! It's my food, not the classes. If they want their own cookies they can skip class and buy them, themselves. I'm kidding, don't skip school guys, we don't want you to work at McDonald's for the rest of your life," the entire class gives me the death stare.