Drew McCarthy? Oh Boy

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A/N I know it's been a while, but at least my finals are done! Pretty sure I failed Chem though. I probably shouldn't have procrastinated. It was really hard. Oh well.

Drew McCarthy above! I love Francisco Lachowski... :)

Anyway, enjoy this next part!

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*Kaitlyn MacDonald*

"I just ran into the walking god," I groan, dropping my head onto the table.

Parker blinks slowly and Beth raises an eyebrow, a piece of lettuce hanging out of her mouth. I laugh at their reactions, and Beth quickly wipes the lettuce from her mouth, rolling her eyes as she does so.

"If what you say is true, why do you say it like that? You make it sound like a bad thing!" Beth says, stabbing her fork into her salad. Yes, she is a health freak, but only in public. When Beth's at home, she eats junk like nobody's business.

"Who is this 'walking god' anyway, Lyn? And why do you look so flushed?" Parker questions. Ah, Parker. Always a skeptic. At least he asked what I was talking about before shooting out the prying questions, unlike a certain Beth Reynolds.

"I don't know what his name is, and I don't know why I'm flushed," I groan. "Mondays are already the worst day of the week, and now there's some guy walking around school, probably hating me without even knowing me."

Except he's probably screwing Jean Summers right now. I'm probably the last thing on his mind, whoever he is.

Beth raises her eyebrow again, and sets down her fork.

"You don't know why you're flushed? Lyn, there's always a reason, whether it be extreme heat, physical exhaustion, or, in most cases, an encounter with a person you're attracted to. I know for a fact that neither the first nor the second option apply to this situation, because the last time I saw you move faster than a slow walk was three years ago, and there was a spider on your desk. Also, the school is kept at a constant temperature of 65 degrees, and it's freezing outside. Which means, that you, my dear, have encountered your crush, who is undoubtedly very hot. Now that I have uncovered your poorly hidden secret, do tell about this encounter." Beth shovels some salad into her mouth, seemingly oblivious to the stares she's receiving from Parker and I.

Blinking slowly, I try to absorb what she said, because when Beth talks, she talks extremely fast, and it's almost impossible to follow her train of thought.

Wait.

Did she say I have a crush on the walking god?

Oh no.

Heck no.

I open my mouth to tell Beth how wrong she is when Parker, who has been silent this whole time, cuts me off.

"Beth, what do you mean? Lyn, do you have a crush on someone?" He questions, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, Beth, what do you mean?" I ask. "I do not have a crush on anyone, least of all the walking god."

Beth giggles and leans in close to me.

"Don't worry," she whispers. "I won't tell anyone, not even Parker. He'll probably get mad." She smiles at me, and returns to eating her salad, leaving me to avoid Parker's searching glance by myself.

I roll my eyes, smiling anyway. Parker has definitely shown some interest in me, that much I know. But getting mad because I like someone else? Doesn't sound like him at all.

"What even happened this morning that caused you to run into the walking god?" Parker asks. I should have figured that that question would have been asked eventually. Sighing, I take a sip of my water before beginning the tale.

I tell them everything, starting from when I walked into school that morning for Parker's benefit. I go through what happened when Beth left me to go to class with Mack Sanders, ending when I bumped into Asher. I don't know his name, so I'll just call him that. It's better than saying 'the walking god' all the time. I had a good friend named Asher once, too, until he moved away.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I decide not to say that he went to go hook up with Jean. Beth used to be pretty good friends with Jean before high school, and I don't think she'd want to know about her sl*tty ways.

"And then I came here," I finish. Parker makes a fist and Beth's chip bag has been on the floor since I talked about Asher being my locker neighbor. "Anyway, enough about me. How was your doctor's appointment, Parker?"

He blinks, coming out of his zoned-out state.

"Uh, it was good. Just a normal doctor's appointment, you know. Check-up and all that." He retrieves Beth's chips and pops one in his mouth. I guess he's given up the topic, and I'm honestly grateful for that. This morning was painful, and I don't want to have to relive it anymore than necessary. However, I'm not so lucky with Beth.

"You and I are not done talking about this," she declares, poking a finger at me.

Great.

Just great.

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At the end of lunch, we pack up our food and throw away our trash. As we walk to our lockers, Beth turns to me with a glint in her eye. Parker stops beside her and rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

"Kaitlyn, I just realized, it's almost Halloween! And that means that it's almost time for the Halloween Masquerade! I know I won't have a date, so maybe we should all go as a group."

What a fabulous idea. I was planning on staying home and studying for my chemistry midterm. I voice this out loud, and Beth grabs my shoulders.

"No studying! Bad Kaitlyn. You're going to the dance. You need to lighten up, like a lot. This is your second-to-last chance to go, and you haven't gone to a dance since 8th grade. I'll even help you design your costume. " Beth looks me straight in the eye, furrowing her eyebrows, daring me to say no.

I don't say no.

"Awesome!" She cheers. "Then it's settled. You'll sleep at my house this Friday, and we'll design our costumes then. And finish talking about," she lowers her voice, looking from side to side, "you-know-who." Then to Parker, she says, "You're coming to the dance with us, but no sleepover for you. You can FaceTime us and I'll tell you what to wear." He nods his heads, rolling his eyes for real now.

Same, Parker. Same.

The warning bell for 5th hour rings, and Beth steps away from me, smoothing down her jean jacket. She's wearing a white dress, black heeled ankle boots, and a floral infinity scarf over her jacket. Beth always looks good. She wants to be a fashion designer when she gets older, and I would totally buy her clothing line.

"I have to get to class," I say. "Don't want to be late for AP Lang. I have an in-class essay to write." I quickly change my books and put my lunch bag back in my locker. Waving, I head for the stairs.

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Once I get to class, I take my usual seat, second row next to the window. Taking out my pencil, eraser, and a bunch of lined paper, I lean back in my chair and look out the window until the bell rings again, signaling the beginning of class.

The teacher, Ms. Montgomery, strides into the classroom, platform heels clicking on the floor. With a nod and a soft "good afternoon, class", she turns to the board and begins to write an essay prompt on the board. The class is silent except for the squeak of Expo marker on the whiteboard, and we all try to see what she's written. When she's finished, she steps back so we can see the board.

The prompt is very simple. "Write an essay explaining the importance of being able to see a situation from another person's point of view."

"I know this prompt may seem easy, but that may not be the case. You must use relevant personal experiences. I have given this essay to my students every year, and so far none have given me a good enough response. This is why I have decided that the best essay writers, one from each of my classes, will be rewarded. They will not have to take the midterm this December." Ms. Montgomery finishes her address, and waits for the whispering to cease. "You have all class period to finish. Time starts now." With that, she sits at her desk, and the pencils start to scratch on paper.

Before starting, I think a little bit. A personal experience about being able to see from another person's point of view? I have just the thing.

50 minutes later, Ms. Montgomery's timer goes off, and she stands up.

"Finish this sentence, and make sure your name, the date, and the class are on your paper before you pass it forward."

I make sure that all the required components are on my paper before getting the papers from the people behind me and passing theirs and mine to the girl who sits in front of me. Montgomery collects them all just as the bell rings, and we stand up and leave the class.

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I stop at the bathroom before going to German, my next class. As I finish my business, I hear two girls come in, talking about goodness knows what. I ignore them until I hear something particular.

"So Jean, was he even better the second time?" A high-pitched voice sounds. I think it's Amanda Kelly. Yeah, if Jean Summers is the other girl there, it's definitely Amanda.

"Amanda, he was f*cking fantastic. He even gave me his number." Jean sighed. "I'll never forget the first day that I hooked up with Drew McCarthy."

I think I hear a faint "neither will I", but I brush it off.

So that's his name!

Wait.

Drew McCarthy ?

Oh boy.

Kaitlyn, what did you do?

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After German was over, I make my way to the library for my study hall period. Usually I just leave school early, but I have a lot of homework today and the library has better wifi than my house does. I know, it's sad.

I open my math textbook to page 435, and get started on the problems there. We did a review of logarithms today, and I hate them even more than I did last year for Algebra 2. I focus for the first couple of problems, completing them quickly, but then I'm distracted by the rowdy group of boys that just walked in to the library.

I glance over at them to send them a glare, but none of them are looking my way. Well, none of them except for one person.

Just my luck. It's Drew McCarthy

We keep eye contact for a few seconds, before I look back down and keep working. After a few more problems, I hear footsteps coming to my corner, but I refuse to look up. I know who it is, and I want him to go away.

The chair across from me at the table is pulled out, and someone sits in it, but I still don't look up.

Why is he over here? He literally has no reason to be over here.

"Well, if it isn't Little Miss I-Can't-Watch-Where-I'm-Going. What a surprise, I didn't think that you'd have a study hall. Aren't you supposed to be in Nerd Club? They always meet 7th period."

The arrogance! I feel myself bristle a little bit, but I take a deep breath and ignore him.

He continues to poke fun at me for being clumsy, and a nerd, and a clumsy nerd.

"It's no wonder that you can't see where you're going when your stack of books is higher than your GPA."

That's it. I slam my math book shut and glare at him.

"Do you mind? I'm actually trying to do homework, in case you didn't notice. Please go away, or I will." I whisper-yell, trying not to attract more attention than I'm already getting.

"Please what? Usually you say someone's name when you're trying to get them to do something for them," Drew says, and I groan inwardly. Can he just stop?

"Please, Drew," I force out. Ugh, that name is disgusting. I like calling him Asher better.

"See? That wasn't that hard, was it, uh...?" No way am I telling him my name. He's kidding himself if he thinks he'll get it.

"Miranda. Miranda Smith." Ha! Good luck trying to stalk me now!

Whoa, where did that come from? Why would he ever stalk you?

"Please leave, Drew," I plead, finally meeting his eye.

"Okay, okay," he says, getting up, "I can see when I'm not wanted."

He starts to walk away. Finally! I slide my books into my backpack and push in my chair. I can't wait to go home.

I make my way towards the door to the library, but there's only one problem. I have to walk right past where Drew, Mack, and the other two guys from this morning are sitting. I can do this.

Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... shoot.

"Hey," said Drew.

Why me?

I don't say anything, and just keep walking. I try to make it out of the library without him saying anything else, but I'm unsuccessful. Drew opens his mouth.

"See you later, Kaitlyn."

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A/N 54 reads! Thank you so much everyone? I didn't think there would be that many :)
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