SO it's been forever since I've worked on this story, and I finally realized why. Because I was happy with Mac and Alex's love and I shouldn't have screwed with it just so I could have more chapters! So I'm going back and I'm going to pretend they didn't have any problems! So chapter 12 is now gone! And so is the end of this chapter!

So for those who've already read this, I'm sorry, but this story ends here! It was my first story, and I realize my mistakes! Address this story as a first draft of a learning writer! Please enjoy the last chapter of my short story, Forester Academy!


"Mac?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for going with me."

"Sure. No problem. Well, I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Bye." Alex got back in his car and drove off. I headed inside and locked the door behind me.

"Marianne, is that you?" Hell no I was going to talk to mom. I tip toed upstairs as quietly as I could. "Marianne, you get in here, or I'm coming up!" I sighed and trudged back downstairs. I headed into the spare bedroom we used as a den, and saw mom sitting, reading a book with a mug in her hand. She set her book down and looked at me. "Where did you go?" I shrugged.

"Out." She sighed.

"Marianne, we need to talk." I snorted.

"Really? After this long, you decide it's time to talk?" She sighed again.

"Marianne, I'm serious. Sit down." I sat in a chair across from her and waited.

"Well, go on."

"Marianne, this isn't the easiest thing to say, but I'm getting married." Woah, brakes please.

"What?"

"I'm getting married. To Bill. And there's more." What could be more? "I'm pregnant." No. She's kidding, right? There's no way she's pregnant.

"No. You're kidding." She stood up.

"I'm not kidding, Marianne. I'm being serious and I think it's high time you started acting you're age." I could tell she was getting angry, but I couldn't help myself.

"You're kidding, right? I've had no one to support me except Nate my entire life! I've grown up without you, and here your are, fucking knocked up at 35, and I'm the immature one?"

"Marianne-"

"No! You will not berate me any longer! Sure, what I've done is bad, but have you ever considered that the reason I'm like this is because of you? No, you haven't! Because all you care about is yourself." But what came next, I wasn't expecting. She slapped me. Right across the face.

"Don't you dare say that, Marianne! Who do you think made the income for this family? Who do you think tried so hard to keep you going through school? I've done everything, Marianne. You don't know anything! Stop acting like a child, and learn to think of others. How do you think your behavior affected me?"

"Once again, mother. It's about fucking you!" I stormed out of the den.

"Where do you think you're going!" She grabbed my arm. I yanked it out of her grasp.

"I'm 18, and I'm leaving. Don't you dare expect me to come back." I headed upstairs, leaving her standing in the hall.

I angrily packed my clothes and changed out of Shelby's dress. I didn't want to deal with mom, so I threw my bag out the window, and climbed out after it. I'd taken everything that was mine in my room, and I was gone. Free, and never to come back.

I walked down the street, and since it was only midnight, the streets were alive and hopping. After all, it was LA.

I still had to think of where to go, and I realized I couldn't just barge in on Shelby. Who's house could I crash at for the night? Oh, dear god. Anyone else. But no. The only person I knew in LA who would be awake now was Alex. So I picked up my phone and called him.

"Hello?"

"Alex, I'm not waking you, am I?"

"Mac? No, I just got home. What do you need?"

"Well you know, I've kind of gotten in a fight with my mom, and I was just wondering if I could crash at your place for the night. But if it's too intrusive, I can book a night at a motel or something. You know, I shouldn't have even called. Nevermin-"

"Mac, don't be stupid. Just come over. I really don't care. My housemate's probably not going to be back tonight, so he won't care either."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Just come over." He gave me the address of his apartment. "I'll come pick you up."

"No, don't be silly I'm pretty close to your apartment anyway, so it shouldn't take me too long."

"But this is LA. It's not safe." I laughed a little at this.

"Alex, I grew up here. I'll be fine. I'll see you soon." I hung up and continued walking until I'd found his apartment building. I headed up to apartment B3 and knocked on the door. It was quickly opened and I was ushered in by Alex.

"Hi. Thanks again." He shrugged.

"No problem. I made up the couch, so you can sleep in my bed."

"Oh no, really. It's okay. I'll take the couch. I don't want to inconvenience you any more than I already have."

"Don't be stupid, Mac. Just take the bed." He looked up from the makeshift bed and furrowed his brow. "What happened?" Now it was my turn to be confused.

"What?" He lightly put his hand on my cheek and I winced. "Ow."

"You're cheek is swollen. Come here." He took my hand and pulled me into the kitchen. He grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer and put it on my cheek. It stung a little, but my pride stung worse. My mom had slapped me. "Mac, what happened?"

"Nothing." He sighed.

"Then why is your cheek swollen?" I shrugged. "Mac, that's obviously not true. Just tell me." I shook my head. He turned my head so I was looking at him. "You can trust me." And for just one split second, I did.

"Yo, Anderson! You awake?" I jumped a little at the sound of the front door being slammed shut. "Dude, why's the couch made up?" A guy, maybe 20, walked into the kitchen and Alex and I separated, me holding the ice pack against my cheek. "So who's this?"

"Ryan, this is Mac, a girl from my old school, Mac, this is Ryan, my housemate and teammate." I nodded and mumbled a 'nice to meet you.'

"Sup. So, am I interrupting something?" Alex shook his head.

"She just needs a place to stay tonight."

"You get in a fight?" I shook my head.

"Not exactly." Ryan shrugged.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed." He headed into a different room and it was just Alex and I again.

"Will you tell me what happened?" I shook my head.

"No, but thank you for letting me stay here. I'm going to get changed for bed." I grabbed my bag and headed for the bathroom and changed into a band t-shirt and shorts. I came back out and Alex was on the couch. I sighed.

"You're taking my bed." I grumbled a little.

"Fine. But only for tonight."

"Sure. Goodnight."

"Night." I took my bag and headed innto the room Alex specified as his. It was pretty simple. Something to be expected from a 19 year old guy.

I laid down under the covers and marveled at how comfy the bed was. It took me a minute to realize it, but I'd left home. Never to return. And I wasn't sad about it at all.


"Morning sleepy head." I yawned.

"Hey." Alex made a face. "What's wrong?"

"Maybe you should go check the mirrror in the bathroom." I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. Yikes. My cheek wasn't swollen anymore, but it was turning a nice purplish color. No fun. I touched it a little, and immediately regretted doing so. It was definitely hurt. Damn, mom had a good slap.

I came out of the bathroom and tried to avoid Alex's stare.

"I'll be fine."' He shook his head.

"Who did this to you?"

"Alex, it doesn't matter. And thank you for letting me stay here last night. I'm going to get dressed and I'll be out of here, and that'll be the end of that." I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Mac, I don't care who did this to you, but you can't go." I face him.

"Why?" He paused.

"Because you can't leave."

"Why not?"

"Because I love you." I stopped breathing. "And I've been trying to repress all the feelings I've had, but I can't anymore. You're here. You're with me. And I don't want that to change. And I know I'm being entirely presumptuous, and I get it if you don't feel the same way, but I had to tell you." He looked down at me. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to cry. Really, it's okay." I shook my head and grabbed him around the middle and just hugged him. He thought I didn't want that? He was crazy! He didn't know anything if he thought I didn't want this. I pulled away from him and looked at him.

"You're crazy, you know that?" He looked confused. "I was a mess after you left me. And all I wanted was for you to talk to me. And when you did talk to me, I wanted you to love me. Because that's all I felt for you. I love you, Alex Anderson, and there's no use denying it." He smiled.

"Really?"

"No, that whole thing was a lie. Of course!" He hugged me tighter than before.

"Will you say it again?"

"Say what?"

"You know, just say it!" I rolled my eyes.

"I love you." He picked me up and swung me around, gently setting me on my feet. "Aren't you going to say it?" He smiled.

"And I love you." I smiled a little and did the one thing I'd wanted to do since December. I kissed him. And it was sweet, and romantic, and passionate all in one. It was as if we were two lovers who had been separated for a long time. And in a sense, we were.

But we were reunited, and I couldn't be happier.

Thank you, Forester Academy.


Ack! I feel so much better now that this story's complete! I probably won't do an epilogue for this story, nor a sequal because I'm just like that.

But I hope you enjoyed this story!

And for those who've made it all the way through this, thank you, readers!