Tales of a Music Prodegy

We Aren't Technically Dating...

"This party is so amazing!" I say, lookig around at the magnificent house. Excuse me, I mean mansion. This house is so big, there's a room solely for shoes. Nothing else, just shoes.

"Never expect anything less from Jason Biggs. Believe it or not, this is a small, low-key party. You have yet to attend a rager," she says.

"I thought this was your first year here? How do you know so much about the people at this school?" I ask, grabbing a cherry coke. I walk out onto the dance floor with Jessie, and then I see him. Standing before me is a tall, dark haired boy with olive skin and cobalt eyes. His floppy brown hair fell across his eyes in the perfect way, and his blue polo complimented his figure well.

"Jessie, who is that guy?" I ask, pointing over towards him.

"That, my friend, is Mason Crosswell, the school's most well known bad boy. Wanted by pretty much every girl in the school, Mason Crosswell has every girl wrapped around his finger. HIs charm, and sweetness will make you melt at his feet, which is why I steer clear of him," she says. Something about that last part seemed a little off, but I don't question it. I begin to bop to the beat with Jessie, laughing and having the time of my life. Then I feel a tap on my left shoulder, and Jessie's mouth drops. I turn aorund slowly to reprimand whoever interuppted our conversation, only to see Brooklyn School of Music's most popular bad boy standing behind me. DId he, of all people, just acknowledge me?

"Hi, I'm Mason," he says, flashing a killer smile.

"I'm Kayla," I say, slowly. I look over at Jessie, but she has vanished to some other part of the room. I'm stranded.

"Wanna dance?" he says, and I nearly choke on my coke. What do I do? Andrew is back home, waiting for our nightly phone call, and I don't know how our newfound mutual crush would react to my dancing with another guy. What are you thinking Kayla? It's not like you and Andy are dating and it's just a dance. He's not asking to marry you. I did come here to expirience new things, and this is definately new. What the heck?

"I'd love to," I say, and we head off to the center of the dance floor. After a few awkward minutes of nothing, I finally get into hte groove, and dance like I'm just with one of my friends. Then, a slow song comes on, and I freeze. Oh gosh, we aren't going to slow dance are we? Not only would that be extrememly awkward, but I don't know how to slow dance. I know what you're thinking, Kay, it's swaying in a circle, how hard is it? But, I always step on peoples' feet, and it's just bad. thankfully, he grabs my hand and pulls me out to the porch. We sit on the swing, and initiate conversation.

"So where are you from?" he asks, turning towards me.

"California. A little town called Eastville."

"No way, I live in Northshore." Eastville and Northshore are sworn rivals and the games against each other get intense. It's about a fifteen minute drive from my house to the Northshore town line.

"Wow, I can't believe we've never met before," I let out a nervous giggle. Oh my gosh, did I just GIGGLE?! Can the ground just open up and swallow me now?

"You're hilarious," he laughs and I blush. We continue talking for a good two hours until Jessie finds me telling me we have to go. I get up to leave when Mason grabs my arm.

"Wait, can I call you sometime?"

"Sure, I'd like that," I say, "here's my phone number." He takes my phone from my hand and puts his number in my phone, and I do the same. I smile and walk away, screaming on the inside.

"So, how'd it go, missy?" Jessie says, once we're a safe distance away.

"Turns out we're from around the same area, I think it went well," I say.

Now how am I supposed to tell Andy?

A/N: Heyy y'all!! For once my update is on time lol. Not even really, but it's my computer's fault for deleting everything. Anyway, what do we think of Mason? Should Kayla steer clear? I guess we'll find out. Vote, comment, and stay gorgeous!!!

Update: Monday

Love ya to pieces!! ~Ally