Chapter Three

 Chapter Three - Atlantic

Macy's POV

Kyle is the first to enter, opening those glass doors that look really intimidating. I gulped some much-needed air, staring at the many faces inside the too-small restaurant. I could already feel claustrophobic just by looking at it. I could hear the shouts, the praises as Kyle made his presence known. I rolled my eyes, knowing that we would be surrounded by their many admirers. I reach for my ponytail, separated my black tresses in two, and pulled them away from each other until the scrunchie got tight enough to my liking. 

I breathed out when the presence of Korey comes behind me. I could smell his scent, a tinge of mint and aftershave. He sees me staring at the crowd of rowdy teenagers circling around Kyle, bombarding him with questions. He knew his turn was coming next. "You know you should try to loosen up, it's not like they could do anything to you, Kyle and I are here." He said. But that's the thing, when I wasn't around Korey or Kyle they treat me like I was dirt under their expensive shoes. Given I didn't talk much, not that I wanted to talk to snobby rich kids anyways. But it still bugged me that when I was around the boys they'd somehow magically get nicer towards me. They would lose their scowls and judgmental eyes but it wasn't the same when I was alone. I guess this is what I get for being friends with the most popular guys in the school. 

And to top it off, they were the optimum of drop-dead gorgeous. Yeah, I was doomed from the start to get those hateful glares from the girls. I feel a weight on my shoulders and I'm brought back to reality. I turn and look up to face Korey, squinting when the ray of the sun almost blinds me. "Come one." He urges pulling me along with him, his arm securely tugging me closer to his way too tall body. His scent is stronger now, almost suffocating. My heart leaps before it starts pounding uncontrollably. My palms itch to wrap around his torso to hold him but I fought against it. There wasn't a reason for me to make the girls think we were together or give them more reason to treat me like poop. 

His shoulder opens the door and like a magnet, everyone is dawn to him. I feel myself shrink in his arms and the familiar feeling of nervousness clawing at my body. Sensing this, he squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. "Korey, man are you coming to that party tonight?" A boy with sandy brown hair asked him. I could swear that I had seen him before in one of my classes. He was probably one of those kids who sat at the back and put their feet up on the desk to act cool. 

"Korey you still owe me that drink." A girl giggles flirtatiously. Blonde hair with blue ends flowed down her back. The crop top she wore, showed off the navel piercing that almost had me cringing. The ripped shorts were too tight for her and I wondered how she was able to walk. Questions upon questions were flying toward Korey and I was seriously getting annoying. It wasn't like they wouldn't see him tomorrow. At least let me get my food first before I have to suffer from hearing ridiculous flirting.  

I pulled Korey's arm off my shoulder and sneaked away from the crowd. It was a small crowd compared to when we were at school. I spotted Kyle at one of the tables and when he saw me he called me over. "Are you guys celebrities and y'all failed to mention it to me?" I groaned plopping down on the seat. I reach over for the menu and used it as a desperate way for a fan. With all those teenagers crowding me, I really thought I would suffocate. Kyle throws his head back and gives off a laugh. "Maybe we are." He chuckles then shrugs. "Or maybe we're just that handsome and cool, I mean who could resist us?" I snorted and fixed my glasses. "I do." 

Kyle raised his eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like it to me." As soon as those words slip past his lips he looks over to Korey. My heart drums in my chest. Does he know that I have a crush on Korey? Did I just admit that I like Korey? Oh god, what's wrong with me? But he doesn't add on to it, thankfully. "Did you order already?" I question even though I knew the answer. It was just a feeble way to change the subject. 

He shakes his head and picks up the menu and studied it. "What's the point of us even looking through the menu, we already know what's on there." He chuckles and throws it down on the table. I shrugged and threw mine down also. "True." I smiled looking over at Korey. He looked uncomfortable and a slight bit annoyed. I couldn't help but let a silent chuckle slip past my lips. "What's so funny?" Kyle questions pulling out his phone. "Korey's face, he looks constipated." I giggle, looking away from him. "I'm telling him you said that." Kyle sings, mischief gleaming in his eyes. I narrow my eyes at him. "Tattletale."

He pokes out his tongue childishly and goes back to tapping away on his phone. "Why are you calling him a Tattletale?" Korey's voice questions behind me. It startles me enough to knock down the salt on the table, the contents spilling. "Still clumsy." Korey clicks his tongue and sits down. His chair was opposite mine which made me get a great view of him. 

"She called me a Tattletale because I threatened to spill that she said you looked constipated," Kyle says still typing away to god knows whom. It was probably one of those poor girls who thought they had a chance to stop his player ways. Kyle settling for one girl, yeah that was a joke. I kicked his shin beneath the table, taking pleasure when I hear his of pain. "So finally got rid of those admirers of yours?" I question trying and failing to divert the question. "So I looked constipated huh? Want to know how I look when I'm cumming?" He smirks, making Kyle burst into loud laughter. It draws attention toward us and I feel myself shrinking into the seat. 

My brows furrowed before my eyes widen in understanding. I stumbled over my words not knowing how to respond to them. But I knew for sure I was bright as a tomato right now. "Korey baby." A feminine voice calls out before a sickening sweet perfume envelopes us. Kyle lets out a grunt of displeasure but doesn't say anything. I look at her, watching as her blonde curly hair spills over her shoulders. The leather skirt she wore enhanced her curves and the crop top was so tight that her boobs were screaming to be free. Didn't her parents see how she dressed before she left their house? If my dad saw me dressed like that I'd get an ass whopping for days. 

She turns to face me, her baby blue eyes clashing into my own. Resentment swims in those blue eyes as they regarded me before she schools it. "Macy." 

"Becky." I retorted back.

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