The Boys Across the Street

~One girl. Two best friends. One night. One choice.~

Acacia Hayes is your average type of girl. Funny, smart, crazy, beautiful and has her issues. But what happens when her 'issues' happen to be just a couple of guys who live across the street? Sure they just seem like regular guys at first glance but oh no sister, we ain't done yet.
These particular boys happen to be the one and only, Jack Gilinsky and Jack Johnson from the six second video app called Vine. Along with their friends, they befriend Acacia and get to know her better.
Until things fall apart.
These two boys (who have been friends since kindergarten) start fighting over Acacia's heart and Acacia, being only one girl between two boys, has to make a decision. Jack or Jack? No one knows except for Acacia herself and on the magical night of Prom, the answer is revealed.

But just who did she choose?

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8. Again With The Drama?

LAST COMPETITION CHAPTER

 

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

 

~skip every day everyday routine and car ride to school~

 

We walked out of the car and into the hallway and saw Grace getting things out of her locker.

 

"Hey we didn't know you went to this school?" Cameron said.

 

"Well I guess you do know now," she said smiling.

 

Then Grace and Cameron started off and their own conversations and it was basically obvious that they liked each other.

But, then I heard Mackenzie scream and then she was walking towards us, staring at Grace like she could rip her head off.

 

                                              END OF COMPETITION CHAPTER                                   

 

"Well this isn't going to be good," I heard Clay mumble behind me.

 

"Ya think?" I replied back quietly.

 

I watched as Grace and Cameron stopped talking to each other and Grace go wide-eyed in the face. I almost had that exact same reaction when I first saw Mackenzie as well so I couldn't blame her.

 

"CAMERON!" Mackenzie shouted, causing a few people to look at her. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

 

"Talking to this lovely girl here," Cameron said and winked at Grace. I saw Grace blush and bite her lip.

 

"She far from lovely if anything Cameron," Mackenzie stated dramatically. "She's more like a slut who probably fucks a different guy every weekend!"

 

Now it was my turned to go wide-eyed at Mackenzie in shock. Oh no she didn't...

I was too frozen with shock to do anything (some great new friend I am to Grace) but luckily, Rebecca stepped in and did something unexpected.

 

"Mackenzie did you just seriously say that?!" she exclaimed. "You're the slut because you probably fuck more guys then everyone in the entire school and I'm surprised you still haven't got pregnant yet!"

 

"ZAYYUM!!!" most of the boys shouted.

 

"Get some ice for that burn!" Erin stated while grinning like a maniac.

 

Mackenzie whipped her head towards Rebecca and put on a sarcastic smile.

 

"Just shut up okay Pinkie Pie?" Mackenzie said.

 

"Is that really the best comeback you can come up with Mackenzie?" I raised an eyebrow. "Like, is your brain to clouded with your stinkin' perfume that it's not working properly or something?"

 

"Oh shut up Baby Blue, I bet your mum wouldn't be too proud of your language but, oh wait, she's dead isn't she?!"

 

A deadly silence rung in the group and I was lost for words. Did she really just bring up my mum? I felt my eyes sting and tears start to form.

 

"That's low Mackenzie," Cameron stated.

 

"No shit Sherlock, this bitch needs to be taught a lesson," Mackenzie exclaimed.

 

"But bringing up her mum like that is just something an attention seeking whore would do," Clay said.

 

"Whateves," Mackenzie flicked her hair over her shoulder and put a hand on her hip. "She's just a plain, old, little, ugly, fat skank that probably cries to sleep over her dead mother."

 

I licked my lips and tried to hold back the tears that wanted to force their way out. Why would she do this?

 

"Are you gonna cry Baby Blue?" Mackenzie questioned. "Go on then. Do It! Show everyone how weak you really are! Cry! Cry! Cry! Cry!"

 

My bottom lip was trembling but I couldn't show them I was weak.

The girls that follow Mackenzie around soon appeared and join in her chants as well as people around us had heard.

 

"Cry!"

 

"Cry!"

 

"Cry!"

 

"Cry!"

 

"Cry!"

 

"Cry!"

 

Their chants were getting louder and I couldn't bear it anymore. I let two tears fall before I felt a hand gently rest on my should. I turned my head to see Taylor there with a sympathetic expression on his face.

 

"Hey, are you okay?" He said.

 

I just shook my head and shrugged his hand off of me before making a break for it down the hallway. I heard Mackenzie's voice from behind me,

 

"YEAH THAT'S RIGHT! RUN AWAY LIKE A SCARED, LITTLE GIRL ACACIA! GO MOURN OVER YOUR DEAD MOTHER!"

 

The tears were flowing freely down my face now that I was away from Mackenzie. Why would she stoop so low like that? Bringing up my mum is not a good idea since I get all emotional and run away. Damn that girl is a bitch.

As I was running down the hall, looking for somewhere to weep in private, I didn't notice that my bag wasn't completely zipped up so pretty soon, everything in my bag spilled out. My books, loose pages, anything that could easily fall out. Luckily I had my phone in my pocket because I can't afford another one. Don't ask.

 

"Shit," I muttered to myself as I began to kneel down and pack my stuff up.

 

While I was picking up all my crap that fell out my bag, a shadow loomed over me and I looked up to see who it was. Just my luck, the dickhead, Carter Reynolds. FML.

 

"What do you want, Reynolds?" I snapped as I continued to pick up my stuff.

 

"Just wanted to see if you were okay that's all," Carter shrugged.

 

I scoffed. "Are you serious right now?! One day you act like an asshole to me and the next you act like nothing happened? You definitely have issues."

 

"I have issues? You're the one who's always acting like a bitch and has a dead mom," Carter retorted.

 

I stopped what I was doing and felt my heart crack. What is with people bringing my mom up all of a sudden? Did they like watching me emotionally break or something? Whatever it was, the next time someone mentions my mom again, they'll be in hospital.

I picked up the rest of my things off the floor and licked my lips and I stood up (making sure my bag was properly zipped up of course) and pushing past Carter as I stormed away.

 

"Go find some girl to fuck Carter, I don't have time for your bullshit," I stated as I walked away from him and around the corner.

 

At the end of the corridor, there was a pair of doors that led to the school's game field where the football team was practicing. I went through the doors and found a spot on the bleachers where I sat down and put my bag to my side and rested my elbows on my knees and I cried silently into my hands. Today has not started off as my best.

After about thirty seconds of me crying quietly to myself, I heard my named be called and looked up at the football field for the source of the voice. After a few seconds of searching the field, I saw Hayes down near the front of the bleachers looking sweaty and exhausted with a water bottle in his hands. Hayes waves at me and I return it with a half-assed wave myself and a small smile before going back to sulking. Hayes sees this and jumps over the fence that separates the bleachers from the field and climbs the stairs to the seat next to me. Talk about a knight in shining armor on a mighty quest, or in this case, Hayes Grier in a sweaty and dirty football uniform climbing up the belcher stairs. So heroic.

 

"Hey Kay, what's up?" Hayes asks as he sits next to me.

 

"Kay? Why'd you call me that?" I responded, slightly confused.

 

"Well it's shorter than Acacia and easier to remember, plus it just sorta slipped out," Hayes explained. "Now again, what's up?"

 

"Mackenzie."

 

Hayes let out a deep sigh.

 

"And what cow shit did she say this time?"

 

I chuckled slightly at Hayes' choice of words. It's true she talks a lot of cow shit.

 

"Well it basically started as soon as we entered school. We saw Grace getting her books out of her locker and went to say hi because we just learnt that she comes to Westside High too," I started.

 

"Oh yeah, I saw Grace this morning since Nash and I had to arrive here early for training. She's quite the early bird for getting here at seven thirty," Hayes said.

 

"Am I telling the story or are you?" I stated with a raised eyebrow.

 

"Right, sorry," Hayes apologized.

 

"Anyways, Cameron and Grace started talking and then Mackenzie came over and started screaming at Cameron on way he should be talking to Grace. Pretty quickly, Mackenzie started saying that Grace was, an I quote, a slut who probably fucks a different guy every weekend."

 

Hayes reaction was practically like mine from when I heard it before and to be honest, he looked pretty funny with his blue eyes going wide like that.

 

I continued the story. "Nobody knew what to say for a while until Rebecca stepped in and said, again I quote, that she's the slut because she probably fucks more guys then everyone in the entire school and that Rebecca's surprised that Mackenzie still hasn't got pregnant yet."

 

"OHHHH ZAYYUM!" Hayes exclaimed as he covered his mouth in astonishment. "Get some ice for that burn!"

 

"I know right? That's exactly what we all said after Rebecca's insult and we all got pretty hyped about it," I smiled as I recalled the memory. "But after that, I got involved myself and what Mackenzie remarked back wasn't nice at all."

 

"What did she say?" Hayes' face was now full of concern and he leaned in a little bit closer.

 

"She... she brought up my mom and... and as you can probably tell that that didn't end so well," I said, sniffling a little and tears brimming my eyes.

 

I wiped my eyes and looked over at Hayes who was running his hand through his hair in frustration by the looks of it.

 

"Mackenzie's a bitch," Hayes stated after a few seconds.

 

"You can say that again," I mumbled.

 

"Alright than. Mackenzie's a low class, stuck up, preppy, selfish, fake ass bitch," Hayes smiled at me with a smug look on his face.

 

I laughed slightly before it died down and I started staring at the ground with my head resting in my hands.

 

"Hey," Hayes said softly which made me look at him. "Don't let her get to ya. She's just a whore who wears clown make up everyday. Don't let it bother you."

 

I smiled at the fourteen year old boy next to me. Who knew a guy his age could be so caring and thoughtful? Any girl would be lucky to have him (*cough* Lexi, Brent's younger sister *cough*).

 

"So anyways," Hayes stated. "Stop frowning and smile, Acacia. Because you never know, someone could be falling in love with your smile."

 

"And who would that be, Hayes?" I raised an eyebrow and sat up straighter.

 

"Well," Hayes then started to act all stuck-up. "There is always me of course."

 

I just scoffed and smacked the back of his head. "Like I would like a freshman when I'm a senior. Keep dreaming lover boy."

 

Hayes just laughed. "I'm only joking with ya, Kay. I'm talking about that guy."

 

I didn't get what Hayes ment for a second until he pointed down to the football field at a familiar blue eyed boy.

 

"You mean? He has feelings for me?" I questioned, looking at Hayes with confusion.

 

"Oh yeah, you'd be surprised how crazy you make him," Hayes smirks.

 

*~*~*~*

CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry it's short but to make up for it, here's Hayes in his football uniform.

 

Hayes' uniform

 

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