The Thing About Mason thames..

the beginning..

Beep, beep, beep..
I groaned and rolled over. The once again ANNOYING alarm was waking me up. I hated that alarm more than anything. Other than mason thames of course. God he's soo annoying! Why dose everyone think he's so cool just cause he played in a couple of movies?! I couldn't think about this anymore, I had to get to school.

I stretched and hugged my pillow tightly as I tried to wake up. I groaned as I got out of bed. I walked towards my vanity and just as I was about to sit down, I felt a shocking pain in my pinky toe.

"OW FUCK!" I screamed as I dropped to the floor, my butt hitting the carpeted ground beneath me with a loud thud. I held my foot and shook off the pain.  Fuck I absolutely hate stubbing my toes. Probably more than mason, and that's literally crazy that I'm admitting to that.

After like a minute I got off the floor and sat down in my comfortable cushioned chair. I stretched my arms out and slowly began to pull out my face products. Face moisturizer, face brightener, tinted moisturizer, mascara, eyeliner, and lipgloss. God I loved doing make up on me. It wasn't like I wore it to impress others. I just liked how it made me look and feel.

I slowly started to put on my face products before moving onto makeup. I slowly put the tinted moisturizer on my face and used a brush to spread it evenly through my face. Then I moved onto mascara. I slowly brushed the end of the rod up and down, and threw my eyelashes. The dark color was silky on my lashes. It slowly dried and then I moved onto eye liner. I put it on the outer corners of my eyes, it made my y/c (your color) pop. I always was fond of my eye color since my father would always tell me how beautiful they where.

"Y/N!!! COMMON YOUR GONNA BE LATE!"
my father yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"IM COMING!" I yelled back as I quickly threw on an outfit, since I was barely ready. I ran into the bathroom and checked out my fit.

I quickly brushed my teeth, and my tongue if course. I hated having bad breath, it made me cringe. After that I brushed my hair and straighten out my clothes. I ran out of the bathroom, I grabbed my backpack and ran downstairs and met my dad in the kitchen.
"A little revealing don't you think?" He said as he looked at your outfit. He never judged you for your style or what you wore, but he was still an over protective dad who wanted to make sure you where safe.
"I like it. I don't know" you replied as you looked at your outfit once more, proud of your style.
"It is an amazing outfit I suppose?" Your father was desperately trying to comfort you on your choices, even though he didn't like how revealing your clothes where.
"Do you have any tests going on today?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.
"No, but I'm going to make it draw something for you in art class, what would you like?" You asked as he put a thing of waffles on the placemat Infront of you, he also set down a fork and knife next to the plate, but put them on a napkin first.
"Oh well actually you should make something for mason." He said it so easily and casually, it almost threw you off.
"Why would I?" You questioned, clearly confused.
"Well he is moving to your school"
You almost choked on your food. You stoped eating for a split second and stared at your father.
"What." You said with a blank face and put your fork on the napkin.
"You didn't know- Ohh I see" he said with a smirk. "Do you like him or something?" He teased as he tried to cover his giggle. He knew you didn't like him like that, but he didn't know you hated each other. But he enjoyed annoying the fuck out of you. He was still your dad after all.
"DAD OMG NO" you yelled and covered your face from him. You loved it when he teased you since it made you think about how close you guys actually were.
"Whatever you say!!!" He said as he extended the word 'say' as he leaned against the island in the middle of your kitchen.
"You almost done eating, your gonna be late?" *He said as he watched you take your last bite
"Dad you just watched me finish eating?" You said in a sarcastic manner. You playfully rolled your eyes and out your plate in the sink, along with your silverware. You rinsed the plate, watching as the water splashed onto the plate and washed away the sticky residue from the syrup. It reminded you of something but you couldn't quite wrap your head around it.
"Ok ok, you never know maybe you wanted more?" He said as he put up his hands as a surrendering mode. He giggled quietly and grabbed your backpack for you.
"Yeah yeah" you rolled your eyes playfully once more and walked out the door with him. You sat in the passenger seat, and grabbed your backpack from him.

As you arrived at school you noticed a big crowd in the halls. You rolled your eyes and brushed past the crowd.
"Hey y/n" you heard that familiar, annoying voice. It was mason, of course. Way to start out your morning. Well to be fair your morning started with stubbing your toe, but that's basically just as bad.
"What do you want mason?" You said as you crossed your arms and looked at him dead in the eyes. Those golden brown eyes. They reminded you of the syrup. Fuck that's what you where thinking about this morning?! His eyes?! His fucking eyes?!
"Well you're supposed to-" he was interrupted by the principal talking loudly.
"Ah y/n! Your here!! Come on you have to show mason around the school, your father volunteered you for it!" He exclaimed excitedly. He what? Your joking. Omgg. Your groaned in your head but also decided you had to, unless you wanted detention.
"Okay okay" you said as you motioned for mason to follow you. You out on a fake smile just so the principal wouldn't get annoyed.
"Ight bet" mason said as he looked at your cheeks, that where slightly red from your smile. He was blushing slightly himself, and he had to push himself away from the girls that crowded him in the halls, which annoyed the shit out of you. You never got how people where OBSESSED with him.