𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 - 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

fifteen.

MASON CAME BACK INTO HIS hotel room that he was currently sharing with Natalie. Well, it wasn't his he was just using it as they fixed up his room.

"Hey, Nat." Mason said and slipped his shoes off.

"Hi." Natalie said effortlessly. Mason could tell something was wrong.

"What's up?" Mason asked, furrowing his eyebrows, showing concern.

"Nothing." Natalie lied, and Mason could tell. He grunted and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Don't lie." Mason said.

"It doesn't matter." Natalie replied, continuing to look down at her phone.

"Don't deny your feelings, Natalie." Mason looked at her, praying that she'd look at him back.

"It seriously doesn't matter. If we keep talking about it, I'll get mad." Natalie warned.

"No more mr nice guy." Mason mocked and giggled. "Seriously, Natalie, what's the problem?"

"It's just... why did you tell Miguel? It seemed like you were using me to be cool, and now Tristan knows and I bet everyone else knows because Tristan fucking posted us." Natalie groaned, still not looking up from her phone.

"What? I'd never use a girl to look cool." Mason said, getting a little mad that she thought of him like that.

"Oh, yeah, right, because how did Tristan get that picture we took. You sent it to him." Natalie said, finally making eye contact with Mason.

"Natalie, what? And it's not even bad, you're being dramatic. Who cares if people know?" Mason questioned, getting angrier.

"Dramatic? Mason, we're going to get harassed online, people are going to see us literally speaking and they're just going to be talking about us, we'll be posted on articles and rumors will spread, they'll see me or you with another boy or girl and spread rumors, you want that?" Natalie explained.

"Dramatic." Mason scoffed and got up.

"I'm not being dramatic! If anything, your being under-dramatic. I don't want to live being rumored to date you and cheating if they see me with another boy, I don't want paparazzi to chase us and ask couple questions, what are we supposed to do, fake date? Mason, we haven't known each other that long." Natalie rambled.

"You're being such a bitch, I don't care about paparazzi." Mason said, putting his arms out, acting clueless.

"Bitch." Natalie repeated, mumbling to herself. "Oh, so that's just what you call a girl? Bitch?"

"Well that's what your being." Mason replied, crossing his arms.

"Well you're an asshole! You're acting like everything's okay when it's not! We have seperate lives, we've only known each other for not even that long, but I don't give a fuck to remember because I don't wanna be your friend for much longer! Calling a girl a bitch is an asshole move, so get the fuck out of my hotel room." Natalie said, getting up halfway through her rant and pointing to the door.

"No, because I know you don't mean it." Mason stood in his place. Natalie grumbled, grabbing a trash bag and throwing the stuff that Mason had in her hotel room into it, opening the door and looking back at Mason.

"Want to play with me, Mason?" Natalie threatened.

"You won't." Mason dared.

"Really?" Natalie got even angrier.

"I dare you." Mason said. Natalie grinned at his underestimation, walking out of the door and to the stairs, setting the bag at the top and dragging Mason out of the hotel room.