Macy told Raine about talking to Stan at the gas station and about how she needed to go over to the bank. “I don’t think you should pay him,” Raine said after she finished explaining.
“I mean … its nice and all … but I don’t think Brandon would want that.”
“Of course he wouldn’t want that. But he doesn’t know what’s going on with Dalton.”
“He would if you told him,” Raine whispered, “And then he’d get the money and we'd stay away from Dalton.”
But Macy barked at him, “No. I’m not going to tell him. I guess … you just have no idea how hard it is to tell someone that. It was … so hard … to just tell you.”
Raine softened, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back comfortingly. On the inside, she was cringing but on the outside, she reminded herself that it was just Raine. “Well it’s over now. So you don’t need to worry about Dalton anymore.”
“He’s going to call me tomorrow,” she whimpered quietly against Raine’s back. “He’s gonna call me and ask me to come over.”
“And I think I’ve got a plan to solve that. Your mom’s out of town, right?” He pulled out of the hug so he could look her in the eye as she nodded. “How do you feel about … me spending the night?” There was a hint of excitement in his eyes but he tried to downplay it because of the situation. Surely, if he stayed over … they wouldn’t do anything. Surely, they wouldn’t dare …
Suddenly, the flirt in Macy came alive again. She wasn’t sure how Raine spending the night could stop Dalton from asking her over in the morning but she didn’t care. “I think I might enjoy that,” she told him with a smile, but even she couldn't be sure if it was real.
Raine grinned back while rolling his eyes jokingly. “Brandon’s gonna kill me.”
“He knows you wouldn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll be in your room tonight.”
“You could always sneak in.”
Raine nodded with a wink. “I like that idea. It’ll be our little secret.”
Twenty minutes later, Raine was driving Macy’s Beetle to her house. He had packed a small duffel bag with things for the night. However, as Macy watched him throw clothes into the bag, she couldn’t help but tease him about his underwear for quite some time. The mood was much lighter.
“How will you spending the night stop Dalton?” Macy asked him after they stopped laughing loudly in the car.
“When he calls in the morning,” Raine informed, “I’ll answer. And being Dalton, he’ll assume all kinds of stuff and not ask you to come over.”
“You know,” she said with a giggle behind her hand. “I could just not answer the phone. Then again ... I like your idea better.”
Raine joked in his best Elvis impersonation, “Thank you. Thank you very much.” He made Macy smile through her laughter and through her hidden pain. "Oh my god," he said softly, as if he just realized something.
“I haven't told you how beautiful your smile is.” She blushed and looked down, unable to hide her glee. Raine reached over to pull up her chin. “Don’t hide it.” They stared into each other’s eyes, incapable of breaking away from the other’s gaze. Raine decided that this was the perfect moment. “Macy, will you go out with me?” he asked hopefully and her smile widened.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “On one condition.”
Raine rolled his eyes and laughed. “You’ve always got requests. What is it this time?”
“I get to wear the bad boy leather jacket,” she joked, cracking up along with him.
“Alright. I guess that’s a fair trade,” he teased, pulling the bug car over to the side of the road. He took his jacket off and helped her put it on. “There. Now you’re the bad one.”
Macy smiled with a flirty look in her eye. “Funny. I thought I already was the bad one.” And after that, Raine couldn’t keep his lips off hers and it took them twenty extra minutes to get to their destination.