"Macy, Macy, Macy!" Stella squealed, running over. The brunette looked over.

"Stella, Stella, Stella?"

"Guess who just asked me out!" She grinned.

"Who asked who out?" Joe popped in.

"Where'd you come from?" Stella asked, confused. "Never mind. You know the hot guy on the football team?" She turned back to Macy.

"Which one? There's Johnny, Marcus.."

"The captain!"

"Peter?" She paused. "Peter Jensen asked you out?"

"Yeah!"

"That guys bad, Stell." Joe said.

"And why's that?"

"Because...uhm..." He stuttered. "He just is!"

"Why is there something wrong with everyone I go out with?" Stella snapped, stomping her foot and storming over to his brothers on the other side of the hall. Joe frowned, visibly upset. Macy noticed the sparkle in his eye slightly lose it's shine.

"Uh, Joe?" She squeaked.

"What?" She was surprised at the cold tone in his voice. "Sorry." He mumbled. She smiled weakly.

"Are you okay?" Stupid question.

"Pfft. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He scoffed, leaning against the locker. "You think Stella made me upset or something? Pshhh!"

"I didn't say anything about Stella, Joe." Macy said, raising an eyebrow. He bit his lip. "You're jealous."

"I am not." He said immediately. "Peter's an idiot. Nothing to be jealous about."

"But he's a hot idiot." She challenged.

"You really think he's hot?" He asked.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." She smiled.

"Why? He's all...tall and stuff."

"Girls happen to like boys who are taller then them." She nodded.

"Is that why you like Kevin?"

"That's completely out of this conversation." She shook her head. "Don't change the subject."

"I'm not changing the subject." He defended. "Did you do something to your hair?"

"Oh actually-" She stopped. "Haha. Nice try." He flashed a smile. "But really, Joe. If you like Stella, just tell her." He stared for a moment, before his shoulders slouched down. He sighed.

"How can I? Everyone wants her. Why would she want me?" He dropped his gaze to the ground.

"You're funny, you're romantic, you're totally sweet..." She smiled. "Who wouldn't want you?"

"You forgot amazingly gorgeous." He grinned. She rolled her eyes.

"Either way." She started. "Stella likes you."

"Really?" He asked, eyes shining with hope.

"Mhm."

"No way. Why's she going out with Peter, then?"

"Trying to get over you." She shrugged. "Hasn't worked yet. Doubt it will, either. Peter's an idiot. She prefers someone smart."

"I'm not the smartest person.." He said, pouting.

"Fashion smarts, Joe. Fashion." His eyes lit up. She smiled.

"How do I get her out of that date?" He asked.

"Well..." She bit her lip. "You could make her jealous or something. That usually makes Stella like you more. Like with Angelina...and that pizza girl."

"Seriously?" He smirked. "Hey, Macy? You know I love you, right?"

"What do you want me to do?" She sighed. He grinned.

"Help me make her jealous."

"Me?" She asked, stunned. "She'd kill me!"

"Come on, Macy! Please! Nothing else will make her more jealous then going out with her best friend! It's full proof."

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. You totally owe me."

"Owe you?" He seemed thoughtful. "I know what to do. And it works with my plan, too." He grinned. Her eyes narrowed. He glanced over at his brothers and Stella. They were chatting away. He punched the locker, watching as they turned and stared in confusion. Quickly, he grabbed Macy's chin, pulled her face closer, and pressed his lips to hers. He could hear Stella's gasp from across the hall. He also felt Kevin's glare. But that's besides the point.

Perfect.