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 - - - - honey i been thinking about you - jackie greene
Rubbing at my tired eyes, I let out a massive yawn.
Today has absolutely beaten my ass. Like literally, if the world could have chewed me up and spit me out, it probably would have.
After practice, three classes, afternoon weights with the team, and a couple of hours in the library, I'm finally walking back to the parking deck where I parked my truck this morning.
Getting back into the groove of things after Thanksgiving break ended has not been going well for me.
With the season in full swing, there's no time to skip practice or even half-ass it when I do show up. Plus, we are nearing the end of the semester and final exams, so professors have doubled down on assignments and tests.
The only thing getting me through the day was the idea of getting home and collapsing onto my couch. Maybe, I can also convince Codie to order in and have dinner delivered because I sure as hell am not cooking.
Unlocking the driver's side door of my truck, I threw my backpack into the passenger seat. But as I did so, a splotch of pink caught my eye.
In the floorboards of my truck was one of the spiraled hair ties that Riley always wore around her wrist.
Slowly reaching my tired and achy body over the center console, I grabbed the pink plastic and held it in my hand for a second.
I couldn't help but laugh at the randomness of this all.
Out of all the things that Riley could have dropped or forgotten in my truck, it had to be the teeny tiniest thing ever. Of course, it couldn't have been one of the many sweatshirts she's stolen from me or something that screams, "Riley Adams!"
But, for some reason, having this small piece of Riley that nobody else would even know was hers was enough to bring a smile to my face.
Even when I'm not thinking about Riley and just going about my day, she always manages to find a way to the forefront of my mind.
Pulling out of my parking spot and the deck, I turned onto Main Street towards my apartment.
The weather is finally starting to get cooler - and enjoyable - here in Texas, so the streets and sidewalks are crowded and full of students.
Sometimes I find it weird that out of all places, thousands of us found ourselves at Troyvens Creek. We all have different backgrounds and stories, and most of us will never meet each other, but we will always have a commonality through Troyvens.
How weird is that?
As the stoplight turned red, my phone dinged with an incoming message.
'Dinner at my house? Connor is cooking - should be up to your standards ;)'
