Insanity

5

Monday, 11/5/18

'Don't attract attention.'

How could Mason not attract attention when he was the main character? The main attraction?

The moment he walked onto the kiddie school ground with all those children, eyes were on him, it was cause of his hot sexy face, gorgeous muscular body and thick eyebrows, not to mention that ass.

God took his time when he created Mason, he took his time to make everything perfect.

He stared ahead, his shades hiding his mischievous eyes as he walked in front of Noah who carried his bag; his shoulder was still in a cast.

Mason was the transfer student from Italy in his last year, the russian child was in her second year on a transfer trip as well, Ethan and Igor worked that out as an excuse, pretty fucking smart knowing they have no fucking clue why they're even wanting to get close to this Blake kid.

He wondered how she was doing as he walked into the lecture hall, taking off his shades and telling Noah to put his bag anywhere.

"My feet hurt, be quick." His eyes gazed over the filled room, a few people stared at him, his lips quirked into a smirk while he side eyed the women who were curiously watching him.

Noah moves forward, grabbing Mason's arm that wasn't injured, dragging him to the other side of the room- the more empty side- throwing the bag next to a guy with raccoon eyes, he then nudges Mason, staring with a bored expression.

"That's the guy, don't mess it up." Noah whispers, moving closer to Mason and grasping his neck and pulling him closer that he could quietly mutter in his ears.

Mason rolls his eyes in response, shoving him aside gently, and then plopping down on the seat, not caring of the few kids they were disrupting, he just glared at them, maliciously scowling at them and then smiling sweetly at Noah. "Don't you have an appointment to go to? Your dick wasn't getting up anytime soon right?"

Noah ignored him, broodily walking out and muttering a bunch of curses, his mood had been sour ever since he'd been on the date. He was way more aggressive that usual and he volunteered playing with the knives.

Hands in his pockets and shoulders tensed as he stomped out.

When he's out, bumping through the crowd of students that came inside, Mason glanced at his target once more, taking him in better. His hair was all messed up- touched up at its tips with blue dye-, his glasses stayed at the side and the hoodie he wore drowned him.

The pen that he'd taken out of his bag, was plopped in his mouth, Mason, pushes it down under his top teeth and pulled it from the outside, letting go of it when it came to it's edge, hitting the guy's head and then falling down, rolling down the steps.

Unapologetically, he smiles at him, squinting his eyes like he usually did, "Oops," He starts, "my bad."

He wasn't sorry at all.

"Have an extra one kid?" Resting his elbow on the desk, he stares at him, not giving any chance for any answer when he reaches into his case, taking one out himself.

"Hey!" Blake protests, retreating back in fear when Mason kisses his teeth, his eyes on the hand that was about to touch him.

He writes onto a paper to check it out, and then smiles at Blake, the target, "Cool, you'll get it after class."

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"Oh hi, I know you." A girl smiled at Blythe.

She'd been sitting in class for a long time, glaring at the empty room while slumping in her seat.