Mason Harrison is the captain of the hockey team, undeniably good-looking, and always knows just what to say. But he doesn't come without his flaws... After a traumatic relationship leaves him unsure and fearful, Mason doesn't know when he will be r...
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---- MASON ----
nobody gets me - SZA
There are more days than not that Codie and I spend hours just lying on the couches in our apartment, mindlessly watching whatever is on TV. While Codie is an extreme extrovert, he isn't the world's biggest partier, which is a shocker, I know.
The downside to Codie turning into a temporary alcoholic every once in a while is that I have to stay sober.
One of us has to be sane enough to kick everyone out of our apartment before our neighbors call the cops and to make sure drunk frat boys don't punch holes in the walls. Trust me; we have definitely learned our lesson about the last one.
So naturally, as part of my responsible roommate duty, I'm also in charge of keeping the alcohol flowing. This meant that when we were three beers away from a very unhappy group of college kids, I had to take a quick trip to the grocery store. Lucky for me, there was a store less than five minutes away from the apartment.
It was a complete coincidence that Riley was the only person working in the store.
I had ignored her in class earlier today, and if I'm being completely honest, I felt like total shit about it. It took all of the self-control I could muster to fight the urge to get up in the middle of class and move to my usual seat next to Riley. It also didn't help that I could feel her looking in my direction every few minutes.
But for some reason, I couldn't shake the fact that she had blocked me out of nowhere. As stupid as it sounded, that one press of a button had seriously hurt my feelings.
I had totally forgotten that Riley worked here, and seeing her long golden brown hair as soon as I walked through the store's doors nearly sent me running back to my truck. I was in no shape or form ready to talk to her.
The way that her cheeks reddened and shoulders tensed as I approached the checkout counter rubbed me the wrong way. We haven't known each other long enough to be best friends or anything, but Riley has never shied away from me like she did tonight. I'm guessing my attitude didn't help much, though.
Either way, her reaction only made my frustration towards the situation grow more.
As I angrily hopped into my truck and turned it on, my mood only got worse. The flashing red fuel light was moments away from pushing me over the edge. My truck was almost as old as I was, and half the time, the gas gauge didn't work. But frankly, I was in no position to ignore the light and go home. It would be my luck that when I went to start my truck tomorrow morning, it would sit there silently.
As I pull into the nearest gas station, I can't help but notice how deserted it is. The street is equally as empty, and aside from a couple of frat boys walking into the bar across the street and the occasional car, nobody is out.
