Saving My Boyfriend

Chapter 12:| Don't Touch My Girlfriend

Chapter Twelve: Don't Touch My Girlfriend

I put my backpack on the black dining room table. That had a crystal chandelier above it.

While Mason was making me and him some hotdogs. Of course he's not making Ethan any.

I don't like it whenever he's rude to someone, but with Ethan, I honestly could care less.

"Babe do you want ketchup or mustard?" Mason yelled from the kitchen.
This made me chuckle. And he says that I'm loud.

"Ketchup babe, I don't like mustard. Unlike you who likes both." I said smiling to myself.
I heard him let out a small laugh. Then I heard him walking out of the kitchen with the sound of his cleats.

He got back from football practice. But he didn't bother changing. Because he wanted to come straight from practice before Ethan gets here.

"Here you go beautiful." He said putting a paper plate in front of me with two hotdogs with ketchup on both of them. And Dill Pickle Chips in between the hotdogs.
Also, a can of cherry Cola. Oh how much I love him.

"Thank you." I said whilst giving him a kiss on the lips.
Once Mason sat down next to me, we ate in peaceful silence. Then my doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Mason said standing up and giving me his smirk.
Ah shit. That's usually not a good sign. As much as I despise Ethan, I did want to pass this project.

So murdering my partner isn't really the best idea at the moment.

"Hey, behave. I really want to pass." I said standing up and grabbing his tan muscular arm that I adore.
I was biting my lip. While he looked down at me. He knows how much school means to me.

I have a 3.5 GPA weighted and unweighted. I REALLY need to look good for LSU or Auburn.

I already sent my transcripts towards those colleges. I'm just waiting to hear from them.

And that's when Mason and I will talk about us. About what will happen with us after high school.

A talk that I'm scared to have. But we need to have it.

"Alright babe." He said with a light chuckle and he then kissed my cheek. Then nose.
Once he left the dining room, I sat back down and took a bite from my hotdog. While closing my eyes.

Damn, he can make one pretty delicious hotdog. Maybe he should cook for me more often.

I heard him open the door. I rolled my eyes when I heard Mason push him towards the dining room.

The devil and my sexy boyfriend walked in. Mason then walked around the table and sat down where he was seated before.

"Hello gorgeous." Ethan said with a wink then he sat across from me and grabbed my wrist.
He then gave it a kiss. And licked it. This made me grossed out.

Before I did anything, Mason stood up and grabbed his arm away from my wrist.

He gave him a hateful glare.

"Don't touch my girlfriend." He seethed towards him.
Man this is such a turn on. If Ethan wasn't here, damn, I would've let him screw me here on the table.

As of right now, I just have to sit back and watch the show.

The Ethan held his arms up in surrender. That's right, surrender you douche.

"Alright man. Let's just get this over with." He mumbled. Then sat back down.
Mason then sat back down, and I was rubbing his arm and looking at him, while he was eating his chip.

I seriously love this guy, but I just want to do this damn project and never let asshole Ethan Hunters in my house ever again.

So I gave Mason a quick peck on his cheek then turned my attention towards the jerk sitting in front of me. That was smirking at me.

Okay, whatever. He's such a freak it's not even funny.

"So, for this project, we have a total of twelve pages." I said while looking at the rubric. My plate was pushed to the side.
But the side away from Mason. He may love me, but that fat ass will steal anyone's food.

Mason was drinking from his coke can. While rubbing my back.

Ethan looked uncomfortable and awkward when he saw Mason showing PDA towards me.

Good.

"Ugh, sexy mama really? Hunters doesn't do twelve pages of some damn report." He groaned.
I just rolled my eyes. While Mason let out a low growl at me, probably from his nickname for me.

I leaned my head against his shoulder. Whilst he gave me a kiss on top of my head.

We both were trying to calm each other. From no one other than Ethan Hunters.

"Hunters do don't anything. Hince your GPA and grades." I said with one of Mason's smirks.
I heard Mason chuckle. This made me shoot him a quick wink and then turn back to Ethan with a glare.

Let's do this. I said in my head. Thinking about the Chronicles of Narnia. When Peter shouts for Narnia! Before they fight.

Ah such a good movie that was. Really it was.

So we then started to work on the project. Mason was being calm and was on his phone the whole time.

Ryan walked in and flicked Ethan off. Then walked into the living room. This made me smile.

I have to thank him sometime. Although he has his own reason to hate Ethan.

Why? Oh that's because Ethan sexually assaulted Cassidy last year. Before Cassidy and Ryan dated.

But that, ladies and gentlemen is whole other story. Also, a not too plesent one to share either.

When Ethan walked out, Mason then pulled me into a bone crushing hug. This made me sigh.

"I'm glad he's gone. I hated when he called you that." He grumbled while pulling away.
This made me sigh and grab our plates and then he followed me into my kitchen.

After I threw them away, I grabbed Mason's hand and led him with me into the living room.

My dad was sitting on his comfy chair with a grin at us.

"Oh, Peyton. Frank is coming for Thanksgiving. Yep, we're having it here." He said with a small smile. Then a frown.
He just realized that it was his deceased wife's favorite holiday.

My mom always loved Thanksgiving. She loved the way our family is all together and happy.

After her death, Thanksgiving wasn't so cheery anymore.