Aranya

......4

CHAPTER Four

Mason walks towards my couch making himself comfortable on it while I stand looking sternly at him with my hands in akimbo.

He looks around with an approved look. "I give it to you, you how to maintain your room and also design it"

"Like you don't know how to do yours" I retort

"Oh I do my room's one of a kind"

We can't go on arguing about who has the best room right now "Why are you here" I demand

"To see you" he says simply looking at me

"You can't just barge into my life and expect things to be okay" I huff annoyed

He stands up walking to stand only an inch away from me. He puts his hands around my waist leaning close to my ear

"When would you believe I have always been crazy about you and no one else"

I shudder a bit at his closeness and warm breath on my skin. This is bad really bad.....he still has an effect on me.

I move away from him to the end of my room where the window is "Get out"

"It's a pity your mom wants me here" he says teasingly "And you too"

I turn to him frustrated already "I don't want you here or anywhere around my life you asshole!"

"Are you insulting your guest" Mom say coming in with a tray in her hands
"I brought you guys cookies and muffins to keep your mouths busy while you work on your assignment"

"Thank you mom" Mason says smiling while collecting the tray from my mom

"She's not your mom" I snap

"Oh I don't mind" mom tells him smiling

I groan "Well I do"

"Anyway you guys should carry on with your work" mom says walking out she turns back to add "Be good Aranya" then she walks out closing the door

I sigh falling on my bed "What the hell do you want"

"You really wanna know"

I quickly sit up hoping to hear something sensible from. He's already helping himself with the cookies. "Yes I want to know"

"You"

I roll my eyes knowing he's playing games "I hate you"

"I love you too"

"I want to study Mason I need my space" I tell him going to sit on the chair attached to a working table.

"What do you do exactly cause the way I see it you don't have any friends" he asks sitting at the edge of my bed close to my working table and chair I'm on. He's also looking serious

"Yh I don't have friends. My life revolves around myself and my mom I don't need anyone else to complete it. I go to school, come back, eat, study, listen to music and when it's time for bed I go to bed" I say then I frown at myself for telling him this.

I hate how I easily open up to him. He always finds away to come into my life.

"Well I won't judge you but you should try opening up to people it would do you a lot of good" he explains

I scoff turning my chair to face him. "I don't believe in it"

"I do believe in it and you'll never know except you try"

"That's the point I don't wanna" I rasp then I bite my lower lips "Can we stop this motivational shits cause it sucks"

He smirks leaning closer to my face "Wanna talk about you and Austen"