Chapter 2:

"Are these all your stuff?" he asked as we entered the lobby of the building he resided in. He stared down at my messenger bag that had all my things for my classes in it and a couple of clothes that would last me just about a week.

I rolled my eyes at him which was my discreet way of saying "NO DUH" straight to his face.

See? Mom needn't be alarmed. I can be polite and civil when she wants me to be.

"What, you expected more? If you haven't heard, my building burned down in the middle of the evening, okay? You think I'd have the nerve to pack nine bags of clothes?" I snapped, intentionally talking to the thin air, not looking at him.

He looked at me with this smug stare as he responded, "No. I thought you'd have the sense to."

Shit.

Mac: 2, Kenzie: 0.

I mentally cursed the boy as we made it up to his flat. Even being in the elevator with him for a good ten seconds was already enough to suffocate me. What am I supposed to do, now that I'm going to be living with this guy "in the meantime"?

He pushed the door open after he had twisted an authentic antique-looking knob that I could only scoff at. Then his whole flat was revealed.

If there was one thing I could call this place, then that would be petty. Sure, it was also pretty, but it's annoying how the place basically was mega sensitive to the smallest bit of detail and I'm pretty sure the designer of this place wanted it to look so high-end, it was almost too much.

We were greeted with howls and some curses from one of the rooms. And I could only guess that his buddies were in one of the rooms doing whatever these guys do.

"C'mon. We're missing it." he grabbed my wrist and led me to what looked like the living room because it had huge sofas and a nice decent TV for everyone to see even at a one mile radius. And to the left of that room were his friends rounded at the poker table.

Hmmm. Poker night, maybe?

"Yo, what took you so long?" one of the boys with a cap worn back piped up, holding up his cards.

"Doing a favor." Mac coolly shrugged off. Then he walked over to them and took a seat, automatically joining the game. "What've we got here?"

"Yeah. What have we got here?" another asked, giving me a once over. This made all the other guys look my way and they seemed pretty surprised I was in there. It was like I was the first female meat they have seen and smelled after such a long agonizing century.

I cleared my throat, confused on how to approach all of them. "Uhm, hi?"

"What's this, Mac?" some dude with a really nice black leather coat asked.

"Oh, her?" Mac questioned, as if it wasn't obvious yet. Then he replied flatly, "Nothing."

I have never felt so insulted in my entire life. No one says I'm 'nothing'. Not even rich ass Mac Wallace!

I crossed my arms on my chest and shot him the most evil glare I could offer. And let me tell you, it took years to perfect that thing in front of the mirror. And it was only for special occasions such as these, when I am completely and hugely insulted that I dare do this. I don't know if one should feel honored about it or not when I shoot them this look, but I sure as hell can tell you that you wouldn't like it.

The room fell silent. The boys look at me, confused. Mac, who was dealing out his own cards and at first did not give any notice to what was happening, was forced to look up due to the silence slowly becoming eerie.

Then he saw and looked at me. And I was shooting daggers at him, burning holes through that big dull head of his.

"I'm Nick." Says one of the boys. It was so sudden, that it kind of shocked me that someone had the nerve to speak up. I shifted my focus on him. He was on the other end of the table. His left hand was outstretched as he offered it to me for a shake. I softened my expression and took his hand.

"How you doing?" he asked casually with a smile.

"I'm good." I said through a clenched jaw.

"Got a name?" he asked.

"Why don't we ask Mac for that?" I answered. "Huh, Mac? What's my name?"

Mac looked like he was trying to remember. "Uh…Kaley?" he looked uncertain. But I knew it. He couldn't get my name right. I raised an eyebrow at him. Then, he filled everything in himself, as if it was compensation for forgetting my name. "Uh, she uh—she's my neighbor from back home. And she needs a place to stay at right now, so she'll be staying here for a bit until she can find a place of her own."

"Cool. Maybe we'll be seeing each other often then, huh?" Nick says.

"Yeah, I guess." I reply.

"Well," then he introduces me to each guy at the table, "this is Jason, that's Adam, Bryan and Tom."

"Want a beer?" Bryan offers, raising up his bottle. If there was one thing totally out of place of this suite, it was the cheap beer the boys were drinking.

"No, thank you." I shook my head.

"Are you any good?" Asked Jason. "At poker, I mean."

"Are you kidding me? I totally rock." I said, smirking.

"Yeah? Why don't you join us?" he asked.

"No, thank you." I repeated. "If you don't mind, I'd like to know where my room is."

Mac finally looks up at me. "You're quite the anti-social, aren't ya?" he sniggers.

"Only to pigs like you." I shot back with a goody-goody smile on my face.

He scoffs with a frown, stood up and walks to another part of his flat.

I offer everybody else in the room a quick smile before trailing behind Mac. "Oh, and by the way, it's Kenzie."

He flicked on a switch and the lights lit up the room I assumed to be mine. I immediately drop my bag to the floor and walk over to the huge bed in the middle of the room, plopping down on it.

"Great. I like it." I said. "I'll stay here."

"I'm not trying to sell it to you." He says blandly.

"Obviously." I roll my eyes. "I mean, it isn't as if I'd want to pay anyway." That's me, being totally impolite with my 'tactless' mouth.

"Oh, and I'm supposed to be the pig." I hear him mutter, sarcasm thick in his voice.

I stand up and walk toward him by the door. I go real close to him that his face and mine were in close proximity to each other. My voice goes real low as I become serious when I tell him, "Look, I know you, Mac. And I know how you are. If you don't remember, we went through high school together. For the record, I would love to thank you for helping me out at a time like this, but you're making it really hard for me to do that. So I'll treat you the way you treat me. We'll see how you like it."

From an irate look on his face from when we came into the room, I see it soften gradually until his frown turns into a slight smirk, and I hear him chuckle.

I step away from him, appalled. But he only steps back and puts his hands up in front of him in mock surrender. I clench my fists at my side so hard that I felt like my finger nails were being drilled to my palms.

He exits the room slowly, walking backwards. He had this big grin on his face and it was obvious he was trying so hard to contain himself. "You know what, Kenny; I think I might enjoy the fact that you're here."

A/N: tell me what you want to/think will happen next, it'll be a huge help. :) also, review please! ily guys! :)