The Player And Me (DISCONTINUED)

The School's Player Is Worried

I was laughing so hard I forgot that it was Mason who made me laugh. This was the most fun I've had in years. This was the most fun I've had since him.
With him I mean Jake, my ex. He broke me. I was already broken before I met Jake, but he found a way to glue a few pieces together. But after a certain day, I was even more broken than I was before.

"Are you okay?" Mason asked me and he actually looked worried.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I put those bad memories to the back of my mind. No use to bring up the past.

He looked skeptical at first, but after staring at my poker face, he nodded.

I smirked, "What? Is the almighty Mason worried, about me."

He scoffed, "as if."

I started shivering, since I was dripping wet and there was a cold breeze coming from the open windows.

"Come on, I'll take you home," he threw a towel to me and wrapped a different towel around himself. Then we walked out of the pool area and to his car.

We drove silently to my house. The silence was actually quite comfortable, which was weird. After what felt like only five minutes, we stopped in front of my house.

I mumbled a thanks and went inside. I hoped to remember this day forever. If this was the real Mason, then there must be more than meets the eye. And that scares me, why does he hide himself. Maybe Mason isn't that bad?

I shook my head. No, Mason's an ass and he'll always be one.

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I put on my makeup, curled my hair and sprayed on my favorite perfume.
I sat on the front porch, waiting for him.

Jake called me, I couldn't believe it. What a coincidence, I was just thinking about him yesterday.
He called me and said he wanted to talk to me, that we would catch up because it had been awhile. I haven't spoken to him in years. The day we had a massive fight was still swirling around in the back of my mind. I wasn't proud of what I said when we fought, and I was so weak back then. He always took me for granted, so I was going to show him what he missed out on.

I hated to admit it.
But my hands were shaking.
I was barely breathing, and my heart was racing.
Looks like feelings don't always change their minds.

But he didn't call again, he never showed up. He stood me up and I didn't understand why. Wasn't he the one who wanted to talk to me?
Guess some things never change.
And just like living in a flashback. He let me down again.
That's why the past should be the past.
Far behind, in the back of my mind, out of the way.
Let the memories burn and crash.

Cause sitting there looking at the driveway, was just tearing my heart back in half.
Like nothing's changed except the time that's passed.
And that's why good-bye should mean good-bye the first time.

I should've known better.
I hate that I still cry.
I was kicking myself for believing in him again.
Even when he doesn't have me, he can still be the one to hurt me. He can still be the one to break my heart.

I was still holding on to letting go. So now I'm finally letting him, and all the memories go, just like I should have done the first time.

A/N
Chapter inspired by a song from Kelsea Ballerini, can't remember which one though.