Love in London

♥ 2 · Hate Me ♥

Let me say this in the simplest way I can: I hate Mason Parks more than I hate anything I have ever known.

Mason Parks had a perfect face, perfect grades, and a perfect life. The only thing he was lacking, was a perfect personality.

He was the epitome of the manipulative asshole. The textbook example. Whatever you want to call it. But simply, Mason Parks was a dickhead.

Not to mention, his father was my Auntie's previous asshole boss. His father was exactly like Mason, he had a perfect face, a perfect life, and a less than perfect personality. My aunt always worked so hard, but all that dickhead ever did was add more to her full plate. He walked around like he owned everyone and everything, just like his son. Even after all the shit my Aunt went through, he still ended up firing her.

I flinched at the thought. Auntie cried for days after he fired her, with only me and shitty hot cocoa to comfort her. I was known for my horrible cooking, after all. Poor auntie. Had a stomach ache for days.

Mason Parks smirked. He winked that wink that made every girl within 40 feet of him drop their panties. And it was absolutely infuriating. How could someone fake and manipulative be rewarded with perfect looks?

"God is cruel." I muttered.

"Wow, Jacobson. I'm impressed." He nodded his head, crossing his arms. He had a deep, husked voice with the playful edge to it. It was his signature. Once the girls heard it, they would immediately be head over heels. My stomach churned, the thirty hamburgers I just ate starting to come up.

I've never felt more inclined to punch his perfect face. Never mind, I feel inclined to do that everyday.

"Fuck off, Mason. Your flirting doesn't work on me." I glared at his star-like green eyes.

"What does then?" He said, husking his voice in that horribly sexy way.

I faked my best smile. "I'll tell you in your ear."

He bent down, his eyes playful.

I whispered. "You're an idiot."

And I took the chance of confusion to trip him onto the ground.

His group of sheep hoes ran to his side, helping him up. He looked at me for a moment, and smiled. I almost puked. His smile was perfect, a perfectly perfect line of shimmering white teeth.

But it was a lie. That was one of the things I hated most about Mason. No one, except me, seemed to realize that everything he did was so fake. He never smiled because he was happy. He meticulously planned every smile and every wink to get you to do what he wants. It's all so fake and planned out, its sickening.

He's so ingenious, I almost respect him. He's the master of charisma. But its a vicious shame, I'm the only one who can truly see him.

Brooke gave me a look.

She said. "You want to know what I just realized?"

I looked at her suspiciously. "Not really."

She smiled mischieviously, and I think my stomach turned. A smile like that is not a good sign.

"You guys have really good chemistry. You'd be, like, the cutest couple ever."

I almost choked speaking so quickly. "I'd gouge my eyes before I ever even considered a relationship with... that thing."

She looked unamused. "Come on. Don't you believe in that whole opposites attract thing? You guys always have that cat and mouse thing going on and its ridiculously cute. "