They rode in silence and Raine ended up at Dalton’s place. He parked the bike and helped Macy off but she wouldn’t even look at him.
“I’m sorry, okay.” Raine admitted as they walked up the dark driveway.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes. He sighed though and glanced quickly away.
After settling on the couches next to Brandon and Dalton, Macy pulled up her legs and rested her head on her knees. “Are you okay?” Brandon asked between games of Madden. “You look a little … are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she reassured him, “Just tired. Can we go? Because I need to get my car from school still.”
“Oh. Yeah sure. I thought it was here.” His eyes momentarily switched to Raine.
“No. Um … we were on the motorcycle.”
“Okay. Well yeah, we can go.” Brandon got up, tossing his keys to Macy. “I’ll be out in a sec,” he told her, which really meant: I’ll be out as soon as I find out what’s up.
Even from the driveway, Macy could hear them arguing.
“What the hell did you do to my sister?!” He accused Raine, who stood up and showed his hands up like he was being questioned by the police.
“Nothing! I did nothing!” Raine snarled but Brandon went on.
“She … never acts like that. Raine, I swear to God … what did you do?” No answer this time, except for a chuckle from Dalton, who received a pillow in the face before Brandon stormed out.
“I made out with her,” Raine said to Dalton with a grimace on his face.
“Congrats,” Dalton hollered, patting his back. “But what’s with the face? Was it bad?”
Raine shook his head slowly, sitting back down on the couch. “No,” the look on his face was a question of sanity. “It was amazing.” Dalton cackled again, nodding at the idea of a “job well done.”
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” Brandon asked Macy when they were stopped at a red light.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just … made a mistake. An assumption.” She lowered her voice, basically talking to herself. “I barely know the guy.”
“Oh for the love of God, please don’t tell me you had sex with him!” Brandon yelled, which brought a smile to her face as she slapped his shoulder.
“Brandon! Shut up! Ha, ha, I didn’t. God.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window.
“So … you like him?” he asked after a few minutes of quiet.
“I said shut up.” She turned to glare back at him but there was a newfound look in her eyes, like she was trying to hide the truth so Brandon knew he had guessed right.
He shut up though, but only until she was about to get out of his car. “I give you permission to date then.” He nudged her with his elbow and whispered, “I think cute couple.”
“Shut up! Shut up!” She screamed and then burst out into laughter before closing his door and hopping into her car.
Brandon rolled down the window and said, “I’m just glad you didn’t pick Dalton.” And at that point, she put her beetle into drive and zoomed away.