What does pacing do? Pacing gets you nowhere. You pace and pace and pace, but your mind is still tangled. That's exactly how I feel right now. I invited Jayme to my apartment earlier, and I'm impatiently waiting for her to come. She's taking so long. How long does it take to get from school to my house? If she's going by foot, then maybe I can understand. After that text, I paced. I just couldn't stop pacing. As of right now, I'm still pacing, and it is not doing me any justice, besides forming sweat on my face.

There was a knock on my door, and I walked over.

I didn't bother to ask who it was so I opened the door. Jayme was standing there, and she looked displeased.

"Where were you at school?" She asked, waltzing inside my house as if she's been living here for years to come. "Nice house," she commented. "Now, answer my question."

"I overslept, didn't I tell you that?" I said.

"Oh," she blinked. "I was wondering, because everyone wondered if you 'finally' dropped out or something and I was the only one denying the rumors."

"Figures," I said.

She only looked at me for a minute, and then continued to peruse my apartment. "So, you decided to finally invite me here? I can give you the homework, but—"

"I have something to tell you," I blurted out.

"I know you're gay, Macy. You don't have to tell me," She smirked.

"That's not it!" I snapped. "I mean, that's not it. It's more serious than me coming out, actually."

"Then, what is it?" She asked.

If only I can show her, then it would be easy. Wait… I can show her, but she cannot be with me. Let us see if this works, because I have never tried it, because I never told anyone, because I did not want everyone to classify me as a mentally unstable teenager.

"I can't really tell you, but I can show you," I told her, and I randomly blinked one eye, which sent me into the Ice Age… which is ironic because I was thinking only of my childhood. I couldn't really think about anything else at that moment. After a sharp wind of cold air hit me, I decided to go back. When I did, Jayme's back was turned. "Macy, where are you?" she questioned, and I had to stifle a giggle. She started to look in weird places of the room, when I was right behind her.

I cleared my throat, and raised an eyebrow when she widened her eyes at me. "H-How did you do that?" she asked.

"I went back in time," I explained. "I don't know how it occurred, but I noticed it when I was really pissed with my mom one day when I was younger and then after crying for several minutes, I found myself in the Ice Age. I didn't know what it was back then, but I kept a log of it when I was 10 when it was occurring most of the time."

"So, you're telling me, that you can go back in time, just like that?" She asked.

"Well, I can also go forward in time, in a blink of an eye, which led me to tell you this secret." She raised an eyebrow, and I continued, "You are the first person to know of this because if I tell anyone else, people would think I'm mentally unstable or too escapist. I don't know why, and I don't know if I was born with it, but all I know is that it's pretty cool once you get a hold of it."

"That is… so cool!" Jayme exclaimed. "I wished I had something like that… because I never heard of anyone having that. It's somewhat weird, but cool at the same time… I don't really know what to say… um, why didn't you tell your friends first?"

"You're my friend," I frowned.

Jayme rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Well, Benny's mad at me for his shallow reasons and Cherry wouldn't understand, so I told you. I only had to tell one person because I went into the future, the older version of me was sick, and homeless, and everyone hated her. She said I needed to tell someone, and only one, so I can avoid it. But I may regret only telling you and not just my best friends because they deserve to know as much as you do, but—"

"You should've told them," Jayme stated.

"I know, but… you were the first person I thought of to tell this to," I explained.

There was a short silence, since we did not have much to say anymore. She seemed a little disappointed that I did not tell my friends about this, but if she would understand… I trust her to keep this secret, and she would forever think that I do not if I did not tell her. I don't regret telling her, what I am starting to regret is not telling my friends.

"Look, I just didn't want you to feel like I didn't trust you. I told you my biggest secret, and that's something I wouldn't do to someone I just met a couple weeks ago," I reasoned.

"I know that, but still," she sighed. "We're friends, but not as much as you and your best friends."

And I have a feeling that we will be best friends, I thought to myself. "I might just tell them, but not until Benny stops being mad at me and Cherry stops to think that I'm plain and simple."

"Well, they're not your real friends if they've been mad at you for so long," she stated.

She was telling the truth; too bad, I was too stubborn to believe it for my own self. And I know if I had to, then letting my friends go would be the best idea. "I know, I just wished I had the strength to believe it for myself."

-x-

If anyone thought I dropped out from school, they are dead wrong. I would not live up to their satisfaction or my designated future if I do drop out. An open house in St. Mary's College was coming up this Saturday, which is one of my dream colleges that I want to attend. Since my sister was too busy getting drunk to care, I planned to go with someone. I should ask Cherry, because she would seem left out if I hang out with Jayme all the time.

I tried to talk to her in homeroom, but Benny kept blocking me out. It was really getting annoying, how mad he still is about some stupid girl crush. I thought friends are supposed to stick together, no matter what! What happened to that?

Therefore, I tried communications, but to no avail since she talked to another student in the classroom who annoyed me constantly. Instead of repeatedly tapping her, I just did my work and let the both of them get in trouble by Miss Watson, who was also a jerk and loved to hand out zeroes, even when a student drops their pen or pencil.

The hallway was to no avail, either. I don't usually approach her in the halls due to her social attitude and my paranoia, so it was harder to approach her in any given time of day.

"Cherry," I called out her name during lunch.

She looked and then waved at me. She walked over to my table and sat on the empty chair across from me. "Sorry, everyone's asking me about something and it's getting annoying. What was it you wanted to say?"

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to attend the St. Mary's College open house with me," I said.

She had a confused look on her face, and then it turned into a look of surprise. "Oh, is it this weekend? I'm sorry, Macy. But I have plans with someone else," she told me. I suppressed a disappointed sigh. "It's okay."

"I hope you understand. And, I promise, we'll do something fun, before the senior dance comes up." Great, more excuses. The dance is coming up; I hope you can make that promise.

"I understand," I replied.

"Good," she smirked, and left the table. Well, I think I found another excuse to hang out with Jayme during the weekend, and as much as I don't really mind hanging out with her, it seems that I'm losing my best friends, and it is their fault. At the end, they blame it on me, and I'm suddenly the bad friend. It's not going to work here, because I'm a damn good friend. If they have a problem, then that's both of their problems. Yeah, I was going to say something vulgar. I just stopped myself.

-x-

Sophia's been staring at me since lunch. I felt that her friends were talking about me in lunch, so she started to stare at me. And when I stare back, she would blush and look away. It's weird, and disturbing, especially when I like the girl. She didn't say anything during English class, which made me, more worried. I'm starting to think that something was up. During practice, Diana told me simply to sit on the bleachers, for the entire practice. Sophia and Jayme looked at me worriedly throughout the entire practice session. After the session, the two girls tapped Diana on the shoulder.

"What?" she turned around, sneering coldly at the both of them, even to her best friend.

"Are you really going to do this?" Sophia asked. "She's a wonderful asset to our team, and no one else would offer to do her job."

"Oh?" she widened her eyes exaggeratingly. "Then you can take her job." She smirked, and walked towards my direction.

"I'm not taking her job!" Sophia yelled.

"Why the hell are you doing thi—" Jayme started to say, but Diana cut her off.

"We found a replacement mascot," Diana announced to me.

"What?" I hissed.

She raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear me, fag? I said you're not our mascot anymore."

"What did you just call me?" I seethed, ignoring everything but what she just said. She called me the F-word. No one has ever called me that since my mother during my freshman year when she said 'I WILL NOT HAVE SOME FAG IN MY HOUSE!' while throwing my clothes out of the window and plenty of suitcases being thrown, following my laptop that survived getting destroyed by me catching it. My sister, who lived in an apartment with her best friend, took me in after I called her to pick me up from the front of mom's house.

"Just leave, before you cause more trouble," she quickly changed the subject, but I was not having that. I removed my wings to act as if I was removing the costume completely, but then I spun around and punched her in the jaw. She backed up and started screaming. I watched as her crew, except for Jessica, Sophia, and Jayme, came up to her and checked her face for any injuries. I didn't do anything bad… I could have done worse… way worse.

Some of the cheerleaders gave me a death glare. I gave them a one-finger salute and went back to the locker room, ignoring the dispute over who should check on me between Jayme and Sophia.