| Alec & Daisy |

CHAPTER | EIGHT

"When love is not madness it is not love."

― Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Chapter 8

"What the hell!" I yelled. 

I stood on rocks on a near by creak. I couldn't make out my thoughts. I skipped school knowing that everyone would be pestering me. Like always. 

Then again, this was all Mason's fault. Talking about false rumors. Is it a lie? Did I actually sleep with him? I was drunk after all. What do I know? 

My head felt like a truck just ran through it. I felt like shit. I couldn't stop yelling at the poor river below me. I made it feel like it was his fault. 

"Stop with the yelling. You're going to kill my eardrums " A voice said behind me.I whipped my head around to see someone. The last person I wanted to see. 

Mason. 

"Before you rip my insides. Hear me out, okay?" Um...no. 

Out of instincts I ran up to him and kicked his shin. And from there I didn't know how far I went. 

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"Aww" He wiped the blood that dripped down from mouth. "I knew you were dangerous" 

"Shut up" I laid on a rock with a my head put on my hand. I felt like shit. I still wasn't satisfied. I needed more. "I'm still mad" 

"I think you crushed a rib" He pouted his lips like a little girl. He kept rubbing his side with his hurting hand. "Can't believe a women just beat me up. Even my ladies don't cause this much damage" 

"What is wrong with you!" I ended up yelling again."How could you? Do you have any respect for me? How did you even find me here!?"

"One question at a time, sweetheart" He laughed. 

"What the fuck is so funny?"

"You know you're cute when your made" This time he tried to contain his laughter. 

I lifted myself from the rock and stood up. I crossed my arms and looked down on him. "Explain everything" I hissed at him. 

He just smiled."That I can't do, doll. Can't you just pretend were dating for alittle or--"

"I swear to God! Mason, I will--"

"Slow your roll, sweetheart" He threw his hands. "Fine. I'll explain...but in return you have to be in a relationship with me" 

"No. How about you talk and I decide whether I kill you or not" I put my hand on my hips this time and stared at him as he got from his rock.

"Have some faith in me, will you" I cannot lie. His British accent makes you falter from your motive. 

"No" I was being ignorant. I know. But who wouldn't be in this situation."I didn't sleep...with you"

"Why do you sound so unsure?" He smiled with amusement. He was toying with me.

"Mason...I'm not playing around" I pleaded. "I need to know" 

"Looks like you finally calmed down" He grinned. "Fine, I guess it's story time" He clasped his hands together and plopped down on the hard grounded rock.

I sat down as well."How long is 'story time' going to be?"

He continued grinning. "Not long at all. If you don't ask questions, of course"