Prideful

Three

"Is that him?" I ask as a someone in a truck pulls up the dirt road.

Brian nods and I can't help the spark of excitement that erupts in my stomach. We've all heard so much about him that actually meeting him has been long anticipated.

Hope walks over to us when she notices the truck, an adorable look of innocent curiosity on her face.

"So this is the Mason we've been hearing so much about?" She asks, resting an arm on my shoulder. I nod and she hums slightly, making butterflies go up my spine.

"Brian!" The boy calls out as soon as he's out of the truck.

He looks to be a year or two older than us, probably around Brian's age, and the exact opposite of what I imagined.

He has tattoos tunning up his arm in another language, a shark tooth necklace hanging to just below his collarbone and more than one piercing.

He looks like he lives at the gym too.

I squeeze Hope's hand, which she's interlaced with mine, and watch as they hug before he turns to us.

He has a look in his eyes that tells me exactly the type he is.

It also tells me that when Brian told him about two girls coming with him he didn't say we were gay and taken.

"You must be Hope and Mia then?" He asks, holding out his hand.

I take it and answer as politely as I can.

"Yes, you must be Mason? Brian's told us so much about you!" I say cheerfully. He nods with a smirk that makes me want to throw up the little food in my stomach.

"You really are pretty girls. I really have no idea how you don't have boyfriends. But I could fix that."he whispers in a voice that could be considered seductive.

And once again: I hate men.

"No. Sorry." Hope shocks me by saying. Then she lets go of my hand and wraps her arm around my waist in a way that clearly gets her message across from how his eyes widen.

"Got it." He mutters, and turns back to Brian who's watching us in confusion.

"Thanks." I say softly and she gives a tiny smile.

Before I get a whole bunch of people yelling at me, I know it's not all guys, but the bad apples kind of ruined the rest for me.

I wipe the dirt off my glasses and glance back to where Brian and Mason are leaning against the truck talking.

"C'mon." Hope says, turning to the nearby lake. "Did you bring your bathing suit?"

"Yeah."

Most people would shy away from swimming in a lake, and for good reason sometimes, but I don't really care. As long I have no open wounds and don't get deeper than shoulder level, in my books, I'm fine.

It's probably gonna come back to bite on the ass some day but who the hell knows?