(A/N:)
People in this story,
Mason is played by Alex McKee
Peyton is played by Finn Harries
Now read my chiquas---
***Mason’s POV***
“Mighty, Mighty, Mighty, Mighty, Mighty, Mighty Bull dogs!”
I heard the same line getting repeated over and over again. It was starting to annoy me, so bad. I don’t even know why I came to this stupid football game. All it does is give me a headache and remind me of past memories.
Peyton.
Even though he broke my heart by choosing popularity over me, I still can’t help the way I feel about him. Everything he does just makes me love him even more. I can’t help myself; he is like this addictive drug that I cannot stop using.
I so badly wanted to run onto the football field and attack him. He looked so gorgeous like he normally does, flashing his lovely smile to everyone around. For a moment I swear he was looking right at me, considering I am in the second row, but then I realized he hated me. His look was probably disgust that I was watching him.
I missed him so much.
I felt tears running down my face, so I was glad it was raining. I watched the players run around in the now muddy field trying to continue with the game. I was looking for Peyton.
“Mason! Are you crying?” I heard my best friend ask loudly next to me
“I am fine, Taylor” I replied, wanting to crawl into a ball and cry my eyes out.
“You don’t look fine” she sighed “Is it him?”
“I’m fine; I am just not feeling well. I will meet you outside” I stated before grabbing my backpack.
***Peyton’s POV***
He was here.
I saw him. I missed him so much. He was so beautiful. He was my life, and I didn’t see that.
Every day since I lost him I have regret it. They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. I guess they are right. I didn’t see that Mason was the only one for me, and I didn’t want to see it because being with a guy was a scary thought to me.
I wish I never let him down, because then maybe he wouldn’t think that I hated him. Maybe if I saw that he was the one then I wouldn’t have to fake my smiles anymore, that I could be happy again. And maybe if I never let him go that he would still be with me, until the very end.
