Magnetic Attraction (Season 1): School Punk & I

Chapter 7: Best of the Best

Disoriented from the sinful dream, Macy struggled to shake off the lingering sensations as she gradually realized she had fallen asleep hours before. The sound of footsteps echoing from the living room brought her back to the present moment, signaling that her mom had returned home. In a hazy state between dream and reality, Macy gathered her bearings, attempting to reconcile the surreal events of the dream with the mundane reality of her waking life.

"What was that dream? Why was I behaving like that?" she pondered, struggling to reconcile the dream's brazen boldness with her usual reticence. "And why did he have to show up? There's nothing cool about him. He's just annoying."

A few seconds later, her mom came into her room to talk to her.

"It's about time you woke up from that deep nap," her mom remarked, leaning against the doorframe with a gentle smile.

"I was going to ask about dinner, but then I found you asleep... I figured I'd wait until you were awake."

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was so tired," Macy mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"That's okay, dear. How was school? I hope you made some new friends," her mom inquired. 

"It was...neutral. I made one friend, but also one enemy," Macy replied, the frown on her face deepening at the memory.

"Whoa, that's something new," her mom chuckled. "Who's the friend and who's the enemy?"

"My new friend is this sweet girl from my Algebra class, Ariana. But there's this annoying punk in my Geography class... Scott."

"Scott, huh?" Her mom raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a jerk. I hope he doesn't cause you too much trouble, or I might have to step in."

The conversation shifted as her mom mentioned the pantry was nearly empty and suggested they go out. Macy, however, preferred a quieter evening.

"No, I'd rather stay home. I'll get the groceries," she offered, eager to shake off the rest of her dream-induced fog.

"Really? That's very thoughtful of you, Macy," her mom replied. 

After her mom finished texting her a list of groceries Macy needs to get from a store, Macy went out. While she was there, she wasted no time and started looking around the fruit aisle for some apples and oranges to buy.

She told herself, "I should get 4 of these oranges and the same for apples. I'll pick the ones that are fresh with no molds."

Unknown to her, Scott was inside the store at the same time. Unknown to her, Scott happened to be in the same store at the same time. This time, however, he wasn't alone. But a white Spanish girl named Camila Crespo accompanied him. Camila was a very beautiful girl with long, thick, wavy dark brown hair falling gracefully past her straight shoulders. She wore a sexy red tank top, adorned with a golden necklace that spelled out the word "love." Her attire included very short denim jeans that only covered the top part of her thighs, complemented by brown heels. She was sanding at 5'11 with a full buxom figure that resembled those models from glossy magazines and possessed a strong womanly aura, including her big breasts. She had known Scott ever since they started high school and they were always considered as "friends for benefits".

"Not as many people as I would expect," she noted, scanning the quiet store.

"Sweetheart, that's because there's a soccer game today at the grand old knight stadium," Scott replied with a mischievous grin. "Can't wait to hear about one of those players tripping over themselves like that clumsy new girl from Mississippi. What can I say? People sure love idiocrasy."

Camila raised an eyebrow, curious. "Clumsy Mississippi? Who are you talking about, babe?"

"That lame chick who just moved into my neighborhood. It's hilarious watching her fly into a rage—like knocking a beehive to the ground and watching the swarm," Scott chuckled. 

Camila shook her head, her necklace spelling "love" glinting under the store's fluorescent lights. "Sounds like you really get under her skin."

Scott shrugged, his smile unrepentant. "I don't bother her all the time, we don't share all classes. But it's too easy to get her flustered."

"You should be careful, Scott. Don't stir up trouble. Remember last year? The teachers at Preston High don't go easy with punishments," Camila warned, her tone serious.

Scott's laughter faded a bit. "Ah, whatever. Life's no fun without a prank or two."

Just then, Camila's phone rang, the sharp melody cutting through their banter. "It's my mom," she said, fishing the device from her pocket. "I need to take this outside."

Scott leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Do what you gotta do, baby girl."

"Thank you for understanding, babe," said Camila as she kissed him back. 

Camila then walked out of the store temporarily to talk on the phone with her mom. On the other hand, Macy continued to shop for more groceries as she pushed her cart. After getting some new items in her cart, she finally spotted Scott. Her eyes widened with terror when she realized the school punk was present in the same place as her where she thought no one would dare bother her at all.

"OH NO! Why here, why now?" Macy muttered under her breath, the words barely a whisper. She felt a chill of annoyance—this was the last place she wanted an encounter with the school's known troublemaker.

'Since when did he start shopping here?' she thought, her mind racing with unwelcome scenarios.

Macy took a deep breath, determined not to let his presence disrupt her routine. 'Okay, Macy, just look away. Focus on what you need to get next,' she coached herself, steering her cart around the corner with a firm push, hoping to avoid any interaction.

As she extended her hand to grab the last Heinz ketchup bottle from a nearby shelf, another hand swiftly snatched the bottle before her, and to her dismay, that hand belonged to none other than the school punk, Scott. Unfortunately, she didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Marvelous to see you here, Mississippi," Scott teased, using his nickname for her as he flashed a cheeky grin. "Happy to see the brilliant best of the best, Scott?"

"What makes you think I even care?!" Macy snapped back. "Not another stupid prank from you, bastard! Move one more step towards me and I'll kick your balls to the point you'll become blue-balled."

Scott's smile only widened at her threat. "Wow, ruthless as ever, aren't ya? But it's cute that you think you can scare the scary ram away with one verbal threat."

"You should learn how to be friendlier with people," he continued, the teasing never leaving his tone. "Especially if that someone is your classmate."

Macy's eyes narrowed. "I'm only friendly with friendly people. Not to horny jerks like you!" She made another grab for the ketchup. "Now if you would, hand me that ketchup. I need it!"

Scott lifted the bottle just so high up out of her reach, his amusement clear. "Oh, yeah? Come and get it! Or I can give it to you... IF AND ONLY if you give me your number."

"Come on! I don't have all evening!" Macy protested, her impatience growing. "I need to get home as soon as possible to help mom with the cooking."

Frustrated by the turn of events, attempted to free herself from Scott's grip on the ketchup bottle, but her efforts proved futile, mirroring her past struggles with him. Once again, she found herself ensnared in a situation where Scott's antics seemed to have the upper hand. As he cornered her in the aisle, his teasing took on a nuisance-like quality, reminiscent of their encounters in the school hallway.

Scott flashed a mischievous grin. "Dang, is Mississippi gonna whine about not getting that last slice of ham for dinner?"

Macy flushed, "Whatever, Scott. I'll just grab some tomato sauce. I don't need your b*llshit right now!"