Hours have passed since the kiss. The school day resumes on as normal. Mac had his P.E. and brief library study session with his group for their upcoming test. Only difference is, Delilah is nowhere to be found. She and Mac usually eat together at lunch time, however, today is a day for her to be supposedly M.I.A.
Mac becomes worried, but not to the point where he loses focus on his test. Currently in 6th period doing some last second studying before his 7th period test, Mac quietly goes over the notes he gathered in the group session. Come hell or high water, he was gonna ace this test. He was ready. He was in the zone. He felt unstoppable...
He almost didn't feel his phone vibrate inside his jeans.
"Oh shit...!" he quietly mutters to himself as he jams his hand inside his pocket, almost stabbing his thigh with the pencil still attached to it. Quickly placing the pencil on his desk, he resumes the deathbattle of hand vs. pocket. Gripping with his index and thumb, he slides out his Android cell phone, nearly dropping it in the process.
Mac looks at it in disgust, remembering the slightly cracked screen it displayed on the top right side of the phone. Bad memories of an accidental phone drop comes back to his mind, but Mac brushes it off when he sees the notification flashing: It was a text!
And even better, it was from his tag team partner, Delilah.
With a sigh of relief, he pressed into the icon, revealing the text message:
Hey, tiger. Ready to kick that test's butt?
Cracking his knuckles, Mac began to reply back to her message:
I believe so. But, dude, where were you at lunch today?
*tap*
Haha, sorry, i didn't want you to lose focus because of my outfit. I know you're drooling all over it already!
*tap*
lol Is it that obvios?
*tap*
*obvious
*taptap*
"Fuck..." Mac grumbles to himself at his typo. Another reply from Delilah:
Hehe, I'm really glad you like it. <3 Just pass this test for me, please.
