Center of My Hatred

10 - Maybe A Gain?

Kaelynn's P.O.V.

                                         "Hello there," Mason's (I'm guessing) dad greeted in a hearty voice.

"H-hi," I studdered, mentally slapping myself for sounding like a fool. Way to make a good impression, KayKay.

"And who are you? You look nothing like Mason's girlfriend," his mom spoke up next.

"I-I'm Kaelynn. His...friend." What else was I supposed to say? I barely even know the guy, and he just invites me over to his parents' house!

"Nice to meet you, Kaelynn. I'm Gloria, and this is John. It's a pleasure to meet you." Mrs. McAdams smiled and I shook their hands.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too." I smiled back as they let me inside the house. It was beautiful in there. So classy, yet comfy. I love it!

"Oh, Mason, dear!" Gloria called into what must be the kitchen. "You have a visitor!"

I felt awkward when Mason's parents disappeared behind the corner if the kitchen, leaving me to stand alone. No doubt they were talking about me. Probably scolding Mason about bringing a girl home, that isn't his girlfriend. Which made me feel like the third wheel. Or fourth. Fifth?

Someone emerged from the kitchen, and I looked to see Mason with a tuxedo on, and a huge smile on his face. "You came!" He exclaimed, wiping his hands in a dishtowel.

"Yep. I came." Stupid. Just stupid.

"Sorry about my aunt and uncle. I thought they would have left already."

AUNT? UNCLE? They looked an awful lot like Mason!

"Why? It's their house, right?" I continued.

That sent Mason into a laughing frenzy. He had a nice laugh. A nice smile. Nice eyes--STOP IT, KAELYNN!

"Nope. It's mine. I brought it," Mason got out once he was done.

"How--?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out. C'mon and lets go eat."

***

We finally sat down at the table when his aunt and uncle left. They were nice people, even though his uncle looked a bit intimidating, to say the least. Mason's cooked some pasta-thing for dinner, along with a cake for dessert. And, the food is REALLY good.

"So, tell me about yourself," I said to him.

"Well...my name's Mason Montrell McAdams. I'm a junior in college, as you already know. I'm 20 years old, I play football, since I'm on a football scholarship, and I can cook--"

"Obviously!" I commented happily.

Mason chuckled, and gave me butterflies...again. "Anything else you want to know?"

"Do you have a dog?" I immediately asked, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

He let out a small laugh at that. "Yes, yes I do. His name's Henny."

"Henny?"

"Yep."

"Why Henny?"

"Why not?"

"Touché."

We ate a few more minutes, talking about Mason's past. He lived with his aunt and uncle, but his dad visits him from time to time. His mom passed away when he was eleven, and caused him to live with his relatives.

"I'm so sorry," I said.

"Why? It's not liked you killed her."

I frowned a little, but made no comment.

"What about you?" He asked, making me cringe at how happy-like he sounded.

"M-me?"

Mason caught eye-contact with me, and I tried to look away, but couldn't. He has the most amazing eyes, but that wasn't the reason I didn't look away. I had this feeling I haven't felt in a long time. For some unknown reason, I started to freak out about it, and tore our gazes away. But, that didn't stop the feeling from continuing. Or my mouth.

"I was raised in an orphanage," the words spilled from my mouth. "And I had no idea who my mom was..."

From then on, I told my story. My awful, confusing, complicated story. Something I was not proud of. I wasn't proud of my actions, my feelings, or anything. Yet, I continued on, and Mason hung on to every word.

When I finished, I expected Mason to tell me to leave, that it was too much for him. In fact, I got the very opposite. He held his arms out, and I stood up, and walked straight im them. I sat on his lap and hugged him. He smelled amazing, and I liked his scent. It wasn't of sweat or something equally as disgusting. The cologne he's wearing isn't that strong kind that makes you cough when you first smell it. His is more...softer? I don't know, but I like it.

"Are you okay?" I heard Mason asked, my ear on his chest.

"Yes," I murmured, not sure if he heard me.

"You know they like you," he said, out of the blue.

"Who?"

"My aunt and uncle. They really like you."

"But, I haven't spent any time with them." I lifted my head from his chest to look him in the eye.

"So? They have these weirdo vibe things they get from people."

I laughed at that. "You make them sound like gypsies, or fourtune-tellers, or them voodoo people!"

"Maybe they are. I heard they curse a lot."

And another round of laughs floated in the room.

I really like Mason. No! Not like-like! Because Regina would probably kill me. But, he's such a nice friend, especially since he's listened and hasn't judged me.

"So, are you going to do something about whoever killed your mom?" Mason asked, stroking my hair absentmindedly.

"Actually I am." I smiled as he continued running his fingers through my hair.

A/N: Hello people! Readers, voters, commenters! There's the dining room. Random, I know.

Yeah, this is like a "Part Two" for "One Loss". Except it's not, because it would be wayyyy too long. It was supposed to be originally titled "One Loss and One Gain." Buuuut, I wrote too much. XD

Thank you for all the things I just said up there. Toooooo lazy to type them again. XD

I hope this isn't going too fast or too slow. Just let me know. :D

FlavahzNation For--Yeah, I think you get the point.