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Rated: E · Short Story · Romance/Love · #2142173
A wrong number, a jock, and a girl with no social ranking, it's about to go down.
         When they pulled the body out of the water, Mace didn't know what to think. It all started as a joke, a prank. Now, as they dragged her body out of the water, he realized how deep this actually went. Her hair was plastered to her face. Her eyes were not focused. Her face, set in a blissful smile. Mascara made marks down her face. People were yelling around him, yet all Mace could hear was silence.

2 monthes earlier

         Mace walked out of school grinning, his friend Alex by his side. "Man, you got it made. Scholarship from three SEC schools already!" "I know, right? My grades aren't half bad either. All I got to do is survive the rest of senior year, and I'm off to college." Mace said. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and could hear girls sighing from the other end of the hallway. "Now, about Abby..." Alex said. "Abby who? Abby Grinder?" "Yeah man. Look... you can't keep texting her." "Look..." Mace started. "Hey Mace." Maxine said crossing his path. The blonde's face was caked with makeup. Yet you could still see her piercing blue eyes. Alex's jaw dropped. "Party, my place Friday?" she asked. "Sorry can't." Mace said. Maxine traced his jaw with her finger, "Why not?" she said making a pouty face. "Maxine, I..." Mace started. "Don't you wanna come over my parents won't be home." she said. She fluttered her eyelids. "Why don't you ask Alex, as he is drooling right now." Mace said coldly. Alex closed his mouth, and the two of them walked on. Maxine watching after them, her arms crossed. "Man, I don't understand you, why would you give all that up for..." Abby Grinder was walking in front of them, and two juniors hit her books to the ground. "that." Alex finished. Mace rushed to help her.

         "Oh thanks Mace." she said. Abby was wearing a sweatshirt with the school logo, jeans, and a pair of beat up sneakers. Her hair was in a messy pony tail. "No problem Abby." Mace said warmly. He picked up her phone. "Don't !" she said. A notification for a text message was on her screen. "An unknown number?" Mace said, and handed it to her. She shoved the phone in her back pocket. "Probably just spam." she said hastily. "Thanks again." she then scurried off. He stared after her. "You have to tell her." Alex said. "Tell her? Tell her what?" Mace asked. "Tell her, that you, Mason Campbell, are the unknown number." They heard a ding, and Mace checked it. "Mace, this isn't right she needs to know." "Look, I texted the wrong number, it was a new phone, what do you want me to do?" he asked. "Confess, meet up with her." "Look, she doesn't know I'm...me." Mace said. "Who would reject the famous Mace. "Fine." Mace growled. He looked down at his phone and typed a reply. "Fine, we're meeting up okay? Happy now?" Alex nodded.

          Mace sat at a booth that night, watching the door, he smoothed his hair down nervously. He heard the ding of his phone. He looked down to see a text from her. He looked up, and she entered the room. She looked beautiful. Her brown hair was down, and her soft eyes searched the room. Mace quickly texted, "In the corner." she looked up and met his eyes. She quickly looked down and texted. I heard a ding and checked my phone. "You?" I looked up. There were tears streaming down her face. she turned and walked out. Mason ran outside too. "Abby wait." he called. She turned around and stared at him. "What do you want?" "Won't you come eat dinner?" he asked, he stepped closer. "Why?" "Because, I have wanted to talk for so long, face to face. Not through a screen." Abby wiped her tears from her eyes. "Do you think this is a joke?" she asked. "It may have started out that way." he answered truthfully."But I wouldn't play with your heart like that." "I want to believe you." she said. "But it's so easy to lie behind a screen." Mace walked even closer. "I wasn't lying when I said you're beautiful." he said. He was now only a foot in front of her. "I wasn't lying when I said I loved you." He grabbed her hand in his. "I'm not lying when I say I love you." He leaned in and kissed her.

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