My Enemy // Mason Thames

chapter 3:

MASONS HOUSE

Finally, everyone had fallen asleep. brady and miguel were asleep on the floor next to the couch where mason and tristan were practically cuddling eachother. it was time to do my plan.

maddy and i snuck off to the kitchen to get the whipped cream from earlier. when we came back, i made sure that mason was asleep while maddy stole a little feather from a pillow.

masons arm was placed in the perfect position. maddy would just need to tickle his face with the feather and then he would go to scratch it with his whipped cream filled hand.

i silently started spraying the whipped cream onto his hand while trying to hold in my laugh. maddy wasn't helping either, she was trying so hard not to burst out laughing.

i looked over at her, "get to tickling." i demanded, putting on my serious face.

she started to tickle masons face with the feather but he wasn't reacting. the only thing we got out of him was a little head movement. "damn." i whispered.

the room was pretty dark so i couldn't see if his eyes were open, but i was %100 sure he was asleep.

suddenly his hand full of whipped cream jolted and before i knew it, mason had slapped me in the face with it.

i gasped and maddy started laughed. my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room and i noticed that mason was smiling at me.

mason smeared all the whipped cream onto my face and in my hair?! i grabbed the whipped cream can and started spraying his face.

"stop!!" he whisper screamed at me, trying not to wake up everyone else. he tried pushing me away but i tripped over brady's foot and landed on miguels whole body.

"ouch." miguel groaned.

at that point, everything had gone wrong. maddy was dieing laugh and everyone was awake from me slamming into miguel.

i quickly got off of him, "i'm so sorry!" i tried not to laugh but i just couldn't. he looked like a smashed fly.

brady peeked his head up and absolutely jumped at the site of me. i still had the whipped cream on my face from mason.

"what is that?!" brady asked, staring at me.

i stuck my finger out to try and poke his face but he leaned away from me and started looking around at everyone, all confused.

"it's violet, brady. she always looks like that." mason said to brady.

brady was wowed at the site of mason, he had whipped cream on his face too.

"what did i miss?" tristan asked, still waking up.

mason looked over at tristan, "violet put whipped cream on her face and then absolutely cannon balled on miguel." he explained.

miguel nodded, "yep." he agreed and tristan cocked his head in confusion.

tristan paused for a minute, putting two and two together. "hey, why are mason and violet the only ones with whipped cream on their face." he asked everyone.

suddenly, everyone was staring at mason and i. "oh shit." i mumbled. everyone started cheering at my little comment.

"guys, come on. she started all this." mason explained.

"she kissed first?" tristan asked.

we both stared at eachother, "what?! omg. no. mason means that i decided to put whipped cream on his hand to prank him." i explained.

"so at some point in time, while we were asleep. masons hand was on your face?" miguel asked.

i stood up, "you guys suck." i fumed before walking to the kitchen to wash my face off and my hair.

"careful, don't let mason in that kitchen alone with her. we don't know what would happen." tristan announced to everyone.

i shook my head in embarrassment while i washed my face off.

what happened to mason and i just hating each other?

this whole romantic thing was boring.

i missed messing with mason.

i hate trying to explain to everyone why we were sitting in the same room or breathing the same air.

what do i do?

how can we go back to before this all started.

suddenly an idea came to me. i need a boyfriend. nobody would question us liking each other if i have a boyfriend!