𝗗𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲||𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

chapter 22~ key to escape

"Is it true that you kissed Mason?"

Something about his tone made (Y/n) choose her words carefully. "No... he kissed me."

"But you let him?"

Her silence answered Leo's question. She was speechless with distaste that he would even accuse her of committing the action. The blonde's eyes shifted toward the quiet Mason, who was standing slightly apart from the group. The hatred that burned there was rivaled by the waves of wrath that came from the other's eyes. All sights were set on the white-haired male however, he didn't seem to mind them much. 

Worth it, Mason thought. 

Leo's arms had gone slack, an opportunity the girl did not miss out on. She climbed out of his grasp and put sufficient distance between them. 

"I'm gonna go get some food", she announced, looking over her shoulder warily as she threw on her t-shirt from earlier. 

"I'll go with you-", Mason volunteered.

"The fuck you are", Leo snarled. Four boys surrounded the comparatively small male. "We're gonna have a nice chat. (Y/n), get food then wait in your room."

"Yes, sir", she sarcastically muttered as soon as she was out of earshot, giving a mock salute. The girl exited the pool area, then broke into a sprint, occasionally checking behind her to see if anyone was tailing. (Y/n) actually was hungry, but now was not the time to care about food. Ray's empty bedroom awaited her. She only hoped that he kept his car keys there.

***

At first, she feared the door would be locked, but it opened quite easily. The (e/c) eyed girl laughed at her unreason. She stepped into the room, quickly scanning for places in which one would keep their keys. 

The room was neater than she expected. Except for a few video game disc cases thrown here and there, a mess of papers spread across the desk, and a tray full of snacks on the bedside table, nothing in the living space was particularly disorganized. 

(Y/n) first searched the nightstand's drawers, finding them strangely empty. She hurriedly moved onto the desk, sorting through technological parts that lay scattered across the surface, as well as batteries, broken pieces of machinery, and paper instructions. 

The hell is he building, a rocket? Well, looks like he tampers with engineering... I bet he's a car guy, too. So, where does he keep his fucking keys!? 

Next, she looked through the desk drawers. It was more of the same down there, save for one thing. One piece of paper caught her eye. Everything else in the drawer was face up, except for this one specimen that was face down, only revealing its blank side. (Y/n) turned it over curiously. 

A picture of her. 

It wasn't something she hadn't seen before. She thought back to Brayden's creepy photos with disgust. However, what differentiated this picture from Brayden's keepsakes, and what made her that much more revolted, was the fact that in this frame she was in her underwear. 

(Y/n) stared at it with burning eyes, entranced by abhorrence and loathing. The shot had clearly been taken through her window. 

With effort, she tore her focus away and threw it back into the drawer, despite the urge to rip it to shreds. She couldn't tip off Ray that she had rifled through his possessions. 

Possessions. (Y/n) shook with rage. That was what she meant to them. Just something to toy around with and call their own. And they defined it as love.  

She snatched up the photo again and mangled it with her hands, disregarding caution. She gathered up the pieces in her hands and threw the remains into a trashcan that stood beside the desk.