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: REFERENCE TO SEXUAL ASSAULT. NOT SCENES OF IT BUT IT WILL BE TALKED ABOUT AND THERE WILL BE SOME DISPLAYS OF THE EFFECT IT HAS HAD ON AN MC. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION OR DO NOT READ IF THIS COULD TRIGGER YOU.
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"You can't steal what's already been stolen"
Lexi's words are ringing through my skull, bouncing off the inside walls and ricocheting back towards my ear drums so I hear them for the hundredth time.
I'm downright terrified to admit what they mean, to put truth to the words she looked horrified to have let slip out.
No. Not her. It didn't happen to her.
But then why did she say it?
I pray with every piece of my soul that remains that I've gotten it wrong. I'm overthinking. Taking her angry words at face value rather than the pre-sharpened dagger she meant them to be. She wanted to hurt me - that's all she wanted and this was a good fucking way to be sure she succeeded.
Why should it bother you? Didn't you wish for her to suffer?
Maybe I did - but not like this. Neverlike this.
Sam barrels into me as I stand numbly looking in the direction Lexi ran. She's not even in view anymore but I can't get my feet to move as if staying frozen to this spot means the moment isn't over and if it's not over then I don't have to accept that it happened yet.
"Dude what the fuck just happened?" he asks, coming to stand in front of me but my eyes still remain trained on the sidewalk in front of me, "Mason" he grabs my arms and shakes me slightly until I shift my gaze to meet his, "I thought you said things were different between you guys now, that it would be better and I certainly remember you saying there'd be no public showdowns anymore."
I nodded slowly, agreeing that I had in fact claimed all those things.
"Then what do you call the shouting match you just had in the middle of campus?" he snapped and immediately my hackles rise.
"You think I started it?" I scoff, "I don't even know why I'm asking, of course you do. It's always me isn't it, I'm the problem."
Sam looks taken aback by my unfiltered outburst.
"That's not what I meant Mase. I'm just confused as to why I just had to get the rest of the players who were in class with me to swipe phones that recorded something you said wouldn't be happening anymore."
"That makes two of us then. She just went off on one about me sending texts to her again. She kept talking about her Mom and something about me telling her to buy a new perfume. It's all shit we talked about yesterday but I never text her about it." I explained.
I lose Sam to his thoughts for a few moments, his brow furrowing like mine did any time I had to do algebra in High School.
"Have you text her any of the times she's said you have?" he asks.
