Falling for the Spy (Completed just Editing)

Chapter 10 (Making up)

Chapter 10

(Avery's Point of View)

It feels like I have not talked to Mason in 20 years, but I know it has only been 2 weeks. You probably wondering how I know that, but it’s because I have been marking off each and every day on my calendar that Mason does not talk to me.

I know, I sound like I am obsessed with him, but I promise you I am not. Good news though, John and I have been talking a lot and he comes over my house almost every day. We have gotten really close and he is not as bad as I first thought he was.

The only problem though is he is not Mason. I have been feeling so depressed about the situation lately. I have tried billions of times texting Mason, but he never responds and I was getting extremely angry at first and now I am just depressed.

I always used to make fun of this depression hurts commercials, but know I truly know depression does hurt. I look out the window at Mason's house and sit there and cry.

I feel so pathetic and useless right now. I get dressed in some gray sweats and I put on a random football jersey and throw on my tan pair of uggs. I brush my teeth till they are pearly white. I then take some makeup and cover up the dark circles under my eyes. I skip breakfast, since I do not feel like eating and walk out the door were john is waiting to give me a ride.

Ever since I told John I walk to school he insisted it would be better if he gave me a ride. I did not feel like arguing so I quickly agreed. As I walked outside I saw a pissed looking Mason storm out of his house when John pulled up and Mason started beating the crap out of the punching bag in his front yard.

I so badly wanted to go over there and comfort him, but I remembered he was pissed at me for reasons I do not understand. I stared at his hot shirtless body for a few minutes before turning away. I can feel tears trying to break free from my eyes as I think of everything we did together.

So, before I do any actions I might regret like going over to talk to Mason I put on my best fake smile and walk over to John’s car.

"Hello Avery, you look mighty thrilled are you really that excited about our math test today?" John asked a 100% serious.

"Nope, not the math test, I am just in a happy mood." I responded back clearly lying, but he did not even catch that.

That’s the thing that bugs me about John though you tell him something and he does not even try to remember it. Whatever you just told him goes out one ear and into the other. It can get really annoying. Like I remember I told him I do not like math. The one good thing about him though is he does do really well with schoolwork when I helped tutor him, but that’s probably because he is trying.

With Mason it’s different because he actually pays attention. He can tell when something’s wrong or I am sad. Whatever my problem is he knows just how to comfort me.

As I sit in the car I turn up the radio and stare outside the window.

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The school day passes along really quickly and Mason was not in class today. I was starting to get worried about him; even though we are fighting I hope he is okay.

After John dropped me off at home we made plans to go to an arcade later on tonight. I could not wait I have not been to one since I was 5 and now I am 18, so that’s 13 years! Wow, it has been quite a while!

When John drove away I ran inside and went straight to my room and turned on the radio. Then I turned the volume up as loud as it would get drowning all my sorrows out and singing loudly with the radio. If my grandparents were not on vacation they would probably tell me turn down the radio and stop singing so loud you sound like a dying cow! I laughed at that thought. I really miss them and I cannot wait for them to return home.