The Games We Play

Chapter Five:

Chapter Five: Maci POV

We took Alex's car. A black BMW. The party was out of town. At least that's what Alex told me. And she want bluffing. We've been in the car already for 25 minutes.

Out of the corner of my eye I look at Alex. She's singing along to the radio. A country song. Hard to Love. I believe it's by Lee Brice. I turn the radio up. This song is actually relatable.

Before turn back to the widow I finishing looking at Alex. She is a lesbian, but not in a butch away. Her face still has that girl essence. Her hair isn't as long as mine but is still stylish. It doesn't make her look like a guy, but that's wear the girl features stop. Other than the boobs.

She's wearing a pair of dark grey boy shorts and a white v-neck. She pulls it off good. She has on a pair of red and black Nikes. Her hat matches. It's turned around.

Suppose she become uncomfortable because she glared at me. "What?"

I smiled and turned back to look out the widow. "You're such a lesbian." We both went into a fit of giggles.

I broke the ice, because the rest of the car ride was relaxed. We sang along to the radio and held meaningless conversations. There was no tension between us. I think I enjoy her company. Who would of thought I'd be saying that about Alex. Not me.

***Alex POV***

I pull into an empty parking space. The party was at an outdoor club.

The car ride with Maci wasn't half bad. She has a good sense of humor and doesn't seem to care about the fact that I'm gay.

I role up my window and turn the engine off. I step out of my car. Maci follows. I shove my hands into my pockets and we walk towards to the entrance.

"How are we getting in?" Maci asks. At that second my date walks up. She grabs my wrist and smiles at Maci.

"Come with me." She practically runs us through the line and past the bouncers.

I'm out of breath.

She smiles at me. That running made me forget her name. Maci holds out her hand and say "Hi. I'm Maci. Alex's cousin".

They shake hands, "Nice to meet you. Stacy." STACY. There we go. "Alex's date. I'm glad you came."

We all walked over to the bar and got a drink. Stacy snuck us each a beer. Well at least me and Maci. Stacy is 21.

The three of us stared talking. Stacy asking questions. "Where do you guys go to school?"

Maci answered, "Eastmont High".

"I've heard of it. Which town?"

I answered this time "Eastmont." Stacy giggles, realizing her question was kind of stupid. "It's in the southern part of Louisiana. About 45 minutes from here".

Stacy's eyes light up. "OH! I know where that is. I had a girlfriend from there." Maci and I looked at each other and bursted into laughter.

Twenty minutes later and the conversation was still flowing. Then, I noticed a sexy brown hair boy. Well, actually man staring this way. Staring at Maci. I nudged her. "Hey, M. Look over there" I gestured in the direction of the guy.

She immediately tensed and I realized why. It was Mr. Kelly our English teacher. I looked at Maci. "That's Mr. Kelly?"

She continued looking at our teacher, "Yeah, that's Peter," A smile across her face. She called him by his first name. Like it was nothing. Like she's been doing it for awhile. Maybe she has?

I look between the two of them. I guess Stacy was feeling ignored because she interrupted my thoughts, " Wuna dance?!" I figured she wouldn't take no for an answer so I nodded.

She grabbed my hand, weaving her fingers between mine and dragged me to the dance floor. I looked back at Maci before I got sucked into the music. Mr. Kelly or Peter was walking towards her! What is this girl doing?

Before I could come up with a logical explanation Stacy started dancing against me and I lost all senses.