Mackenzie's P.O.V.
I slide my phone into my pocket while walking and my eyes search for the same dirty blonde tall guy.
As the park was pretty close, I didn't bring my car. And if he wants to take me somewhere, I eventually need to ride his. All I need to make sure is that he doesn't do anything wrong. I couldn't even say no to him, he was insisting a lot.
Soon, I notice him, leaning against his black jeep with a white T shirt and same black jeans, padding his right foot on the ground and checking his watch again and again which was tied up around his left wrist.
Well, I'm here on time. Why is he getting so impatient?
"Johnny Orlando in white. Unbelievable." I keep my elbow on the car and he turns back as a smile plays at a corner of his lips.
"Why? Do I look bad?" He says, while loo
