Lexi
The friends we have as children shape us. Some of them we keep forever, some of them we lose along the way... but all of them leave something behind... or in his case, take something as they leave.
Mason Jennings held my heart in his hands at...
TW: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN HEAVY DEPICTIONS OF ANXIETY AND PANIC AS WELL AS THE THEME OF SEXUAL ASSAULT! PLEASE TAKE CAUTION WHEN READING AND DO NOT READ IF THIS MAY IMPACT YOU!
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I hate Sam.
It's not even been ten minutes and I'm already weighing up the pros and cons of swan diving out the window. Honestly I'll take the broken leg over Mason's uncomfortable stare and incessant humming. Oh how I wish I didn't need my limbs to skate.
Take a deep breath Lexi. In and out. Focus on the things you can see, what you can touch, what you can hear...
Except the only thing I can hear is a somehow crappier version of the song Mason blasted through the rink a few weeks ago being hummed by him as he looks up at the ceiling, still lying on some poor oblivious sorority girl's bed.
I wonder how subtlety I could unscrew the frame so it collapsed underneath him...
"How long are you going to glare at me Turner?" he suddenly says, sitting up on the bed and shuffling forward so his legs hang off the side.
"Until you turn to stone" I reply snidely with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"How's that working out for you Medusa?" he chuckles.
"Could be better, your mouth is moving far too much for the cat statute I'm trying to mould you into."
"Hm weird, girls usually enjoy the way I move my mouth" I roll my eyes and a smugly grins and winks at me, "Besides, I think I'd be a better Ox than a cat." he makes an exaggerated thinking face, his hand rubbing his chin.
I'm the one who chuckles this time, "Not a chance. Even with all your bravado you're still more of a pussy than an Ox Jennings."
"Ditto" he scoffs.
I turn around and bang on the door, "Sam! Sam open the door!"
"I told you he left. I thought you were supposed to be smart?"
"If I was smart I would've told Sam to take a long walk off a short pier when he asked for my help." I grumble.
"How did he get you up here?"
Mason sounds genuinely curious but I can't stand here and have an unhostile conversation with him. I refuse to allow myself to get too comfortable.
"Oh give it up Wipeout." He glares at the return of my nickname for him, "You really expect me to believe your best friend didn't tell you he was going to do this? Maybe you're even in on it. Figured you could do some damage with an hour of no one else interfering did you?"
