Meeting You Again

09

Madelyn's POV

After removing my makeup, doing my skincare routine, I finally exit my, I mean our bathroom. I see Mason fast asleep, in the bed. Of course the bed wasn't mine forever, I should've known. I head to the white mattress on the floor. I grabbed the edge of the pink blanket, getting ready to go under it. All of the sudden my breath gets caught in my throat. On the mattress there was a swarm of ants crawling all over the mattress. Then my eyes roam around I see honey. Honey. Honey in the middle of my mattress.

In that split second I yell, I scream.

Mason flinches and wakes up.

I turn to him, "You did this!"

I step away from the mattress, heading the furthest corner in the room.

His cold face bursts into laughter.

My red face stands in fear, "Do something!" I yelled at Mason.

All Mason did was laugh. Its 2AM room service isn't available.

"You said I'm a nasty ex, I understand nasty boyfriend, but I did nothing to be your nasty ex, atleast nothing until now," Mason says.

"Insects, seriously, you know I have a fear of them and you- you ugh," I say staying as far as I can from the insects.

Mason reaches over on the bed to look at the insects, then heads back to sleep.

I make my way over to the bed, "You did this, you fix it!"

Mason just faked being asleep. His long lashes moving.

"I know you're awake," I say in anger but nothing, no budge.

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The next day I wake up due to the smell of cologne. I recognize it immediately, it's Masons, I can tell from 1000 miles away. I stretch my legs that was sitting in an uncomfortable position. Last night I slept on the cold carpet with no pillow, no blanket, no mattress.

I looked up to Mason whom was wearing a white shirt tucked into his beige pants, adding on top was a leather belt that looked vintage. He had a navy blue polo sweater that he put around his shoulders, the sleeves loosely tied in front His fluffy brown hair looked slightly tousled, it framed his face in soft waves.

Suddenly room service entered our room to clean up the mess Mason had done.

"Im so sorry my roommate has a habit of eating honey," Mason said in an apologetic tone to the room service.

I dont even remember the last time I had honey.

I will get my revenge.

I start to get up but sit back down. My legs hurt, my neck hurts, my whole body feels in pain because of my sleeping position.

I head to the bathroom in pain, I grab a long white skirt and wear a loose floral tube top on top. The flowers on the shirt is navy blue and white, well its more off-white to beige than white, so I match it with a blue and white bag.
After doing my makeup I put my hair into a high ponytail and exit the bathroom, suddenly I flinch into seeing Mason hovering above me. 

"Hurry up your mom asked us to go together downstairs," Mason said coldly. 

I just shoved him out of the way. Him and I were somewhat okay, but the insect thing? One of my fears! He knows I hate bugs and insects and he had the audacity to do so. I plop on white sandals and I leave the door, Mason follows me out.
We both reach the elevator, both of us reaching for the button, our hands touching, until he obviously pulls away. 

I hear the ding noise of the elevator and enter. The door shuts closed and we wait until we reach.

"Ants, seriously Lavigne?" I asked using his last name, my arms crossed.

"I just wanted to show you nasty, plus you deserve it anyways," he said in a casual tone which just made me more pissed.

Both of us avoiding eye contact facing the door of the elevator until I turn to him.
"You will regret this," I say.

"Oh yeah how so," He says in a challenging tone.

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Once we reach breakfast I take my seat next to Damion. As my mom is talking about her boring stories I think of ways to destroy him. To eat him alive, wait eat that's it! 

"Honey you seem like you have a lot on your mind, are you with us," my dad asks.

"Yeah of course I was just zoned out," I say with a big smile, but that's because I found a way for my revenge.

"I'll go get myself a piece of cake, I'll get you guys some too," I tell my family, and Mason. 

My mom thanks me and tells me to do so.

I stand up and I head inside to the restaurant. I ask for the waiter that just served us.

"Hi may we have 5 pieces of chocolate cake please," I ask the waiter.

"Yes, of course, anything else," he asks. 

"Yeah, the boy with the white shirt actually requested to have crushed up walnuts on his cake, oh and on the inside too," I let him know.

The waiter notes that down and I head back to the table outside. 

The thing about Mason is that he is deadly allergic to walnuts.