Dusk Until Dawn

Chapter 7 - Maia Probably Doesn't Like Lacrosse

I just have to survive two more days of school. Then it's Thanksgiving break.

To me, it's just a long week doing absolutely nothing, since my family doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving like how most families would. My mom would cook a turkey, but that's about as far as it gets when it comes to celebrating the holiday. We don't visit family usually; that's more for Christmas or the New Year's.

I got to the school, and the sky started to get gloomy. I felt a raindrop fall on my cheek as I got out of my car, so I checked the trunk to see if there was an umbrella somewhere, but there wasn't.

Oh well. I guess I'll just get wet!

I made a run for it until I suddenly felt no more drops falling onto my black hair. I looked up to see that there was an umbrella sheltering me.

An umbrella that Mason was holding.

"Wow. You're an idiot." He huffed. "How could you forget to bring an umbrella today?"

"I didn't check the forecast, mind you," I clicked my tongue. "How were you able to see me? I'm not wearing anything that stands out."

He looked at my outfit of the day. It was just a black coat with a white sweater under it, and black jeans. And my shoes were of course, black.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I just knew it was you somehow."

I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or creeped out.

We both started making our way to the school. With Mason sheltering the both of us with his umbrella.

"By the way," He began. "I thought I should let you know that we got a 110% with that improv project."

I'm not surprised. Mason threw in a kiss, when it was totally uncalled for. Miss Ellison gave us extra credit for "letting ourselves loose", whatever that meant.

"I'll just say this. Your acting skills were fine, but mine were top-notch."

We entered the school and Mason closed his umbrella. He shook the umbrella over my head so that I would be showered with raindrops.

I punched his arm. Punk.

"You think your acting skills were top-notch?" I scoffed. "Please. You delivered some of your lines with the same energy as a dead fish. And for the other lines, they were so dramatic that I would've thrown up on you."

"Admit it, Maia. You're jealous." He said in a toddler voice as he pinched my cheek.

Me? Jealous??

That's hilarious. Maia Hart doesn't get jealous.

Quite honestly, I can be just as dramatic as him right now.

I gasped dramatically once I slapped his hand away from my face. "You touched my cheek. What am I going to do?! Your nasty hand made contact with my face; I'm going to break out!"

He furrowed his eyebrows and covered my mouth with his hands. "Shut. Up."

Though it was muffled, I still yelled as loudly as I could into his mouth, and it caught a few students' attention.

Mason's reaction is comical. His eyes are as wide as a fish's eyes, and he's as red as a tomato.

I burst into laughter, which is horrible because I'm practically embarrassing myself. But I'm having too much fun with this.

"What are they doing?" I heard someone whisper. "Are they dating?"

I immediately stopped laughing. What did they just say?