The Games We Play

Chapter Nine:

Chapter Nine: Maci POV

   “What should I say?” It’s already been two days since I got my English paper back. Since Peter asked me to come over his house. But I’ve been stalling; I haven’t answered him back yet.

  “Um, just say Hello?” Marissa is honestly no help.

  Hello, Peter. (: It’s Maci. SEND. Oh, my heart is pounding right now. I can’t do this! I’m going crazy just sending Peter a text message. How am I going to be when I’m with him alone? “Maris I can’t do this!” I think I’m going to puke.

   “Oh, get ahold of yourself. You’re such a big baby.” She chuckled. “You’re going to have to toughen up if you’re going to be screwing a teacher. I mean he is older, which means he’s more experienced. And well, you just need to put on your big girl face!” Now there’s the Marissa I know. But she is right. I need to toughen up. Why would he want to get in all this trouble for me to act like a fool? He wouldn’t.

PING. Maci, I glad you finally decided to answer me! (; Have you come up with an answer about Friday? I read the message out loud so Marissa could hear.

   “How about I just respond, Yes, I have.”

  “YES! I like that. You’re teasing him.” SEND.

   PING. Damn, he’s a fast texter or maybe he’s just anxious to hear my answer.

   Are you going to tell me what it is? (;

 “What did he say?” Marissa was waiting for me to answer her, but I didn’t even know what I was going to say to him. Keep it simple Maci. Don’t make it seem like you’re trying too hard. What time should I come over?

PING. Around 7? Here’s my address > 1303 Branch Rd. Eastmont, LA. 21890

Sounds grrreat. Byyye. (; See you in class tomorrow.

Marissa snatches my phone out of my hand. I forgot she was here. Oh, well. “You dirty prostitute!” She got up and started jumping on my bed, screaming “MACI AND MR. KELLY. SITTIN’ IN A TREE. K I S S I N G! DANCING! ALCOHOL! SEX! AHHH-LALALA! YOU DIRTY PROSTITUTE!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her. This girl is on crack. I swear.

Soon I started singing with her. “MACI AND MR. KELLY. SITTIN’ IN A TREE. K I S S I N G! DANCING! ALCOHOL! SEX! AHHH-LALALA! YOU DIRTY PROSTITUTE!”

***Marissa POV***

   I can’t stop grinning. Who would have thought Maci and Mr. Kelly? It’s crazy. I think Maci’s about to slap the grin off my face. I think she realized why I was doing it. I just can’t help it though.

   I have English first period with Mr. Kelly. That’s when it all started. Everything he said I took it in a dirty way. I mean how couldn’t I? Tomorrow he’s going to bang my best-friend! EPPP.

   Well, anyway he probably thinks I’m crazy though or on drugs. I couldn’t stops smiling. And every time he would look at me I’d just blush.

  My best-friend and my English teacher! Priceless!

  I don’t know how I’m going to keep this a secret? I need to tell someone. Maybe Maci will let me tell Greg. Greg an keep a secret. Maybe? Shit, he probably can’t. He is the football captain after all. That kin of speaks for its self. Fuck!

   Hmmm, I guess I can just talk to Alex about it! But there’s no fun in that. There is none! She already knows!

  But speaking of Greg… I look around the lunch room. Where is he? He should be here. He’s always here before Maci and I.

  Did we get in an argument? Is that why he isn’t here? He’s ignoring me. That can’t be it, because I haven’t exactly talked to him since Monday. We haven’t been talking very much lately now that I think about it. Maybe he is ignoring me? I don’t know, but I’m going to figure it out, because if anybody should be ignoring anybody it’d be me ignoring him. I don’t know why, but that’s how it should be!  

  Oh, well. Who needs his smell butt anyway.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” Greg sits down next to me. He kisses my cheek. Why does he smell different? “Football stuff.”

 He turns to Maci, “You’re coming to the game Friday?” No, she ain’t!

  “Maci can’t come.” Maci glares at me, but I can see right through her. She wasn’t mad. She completely forgot about the game; the first game of the season.

 Simon butts in “What? Why!” Poor Simon. He’s had the biggest crush on Maci. I mean of course they fool around all the time. Actually, it’s was more than ‘fooling around’. But that’s never been enough for Simon. He wants Maci to be his girlfriend. But that’s definitely not happening now, cause she’s ‘doing’ a teacher!

 Oh, how I just want to scream to the world! LADYS AND GENTLEMAN, I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNMENT. MACI MARTIN IS FUUUCKING OUR ENGLISH TEACHER. THAT’S ALL. YOU MAY NOW GO BACK TO YOUR BORING LIVES!

Because I was having my little fantasy I totally missed out on the conversation, “Wait what’s going on?”

“Maci isn’t going to the game Friday because she says she has to go to some book store?!” Simon sounds so depressed. Booo-hooo!

“A bookstore?” I’m going to make her life hell! Just because I can. Freedom of Speech bitches.

Maci glares at me, obviously aware of what I’m trying to do, “Yes, a bookstore. It’s out of town.”

Hehehehe, oh Maci. “Where… out of town?”

“In uhhh… T-Tacoma.”

 “Hmmm, and why do you have to go Friday? Can’t you just go a different day?” Owh! Bitch kicked me!

“Because Marissa! It’s closing, and Friday they’re having a big sale.”

Ugh, I better stop before she kicks my other leg. Owh! That really hurt. I’d mess her up for it, but I don’t want her look like trashy prostitute on her date tomorrow. “Oh, okey. That makes sense.”

Maci smiled at me. Glad I stopped interigating her. “So, boys… leave Mac alone. She probably feels bad enough.” They huffed at me.

If only they knew the real reason she can’t go! I honestly don’t know how much longer I can keep it in! God, please give me the strength to keep this secret! AMEN.