Before My Heart Stops

Chapter 3

      I padded through the library's doors and searched for the guy I had to do some improvement on. There was only one person in the library, except for the librarian/detention watcher who was sitting at the check out desk. That person sat at a wooden table with his navy blue hoodie over his head so I couldn't see his face, and he was listening to music. That had to be him. So I strode over to the hoodie guy and said, "Are you Mason Wyatt?" He didn't answer me, probably didn't  hear me over his music, so I tapped is shoulder. Instantly, he looked up at me and took off his earphones.

      He was very good looking. His eyes were the color of the ocean, and it had felt like I had been drowning in them. I couldn't look away until his voice snapped me out of the trance.

"What?" he asked annoyed, eyes glaring daggers at me. "What do you want?"

I bit back a rude comment and asked again, "Are you Mason Wyatt?"

     He got up from his wooden chair and towered over me. He answered, "Yeah. You must be the girl the Principal thinks that can make me a better student. To be a goody goody, like your cute little self. But I don't want your or anyones help. I am fine being me." The librarian/detention watcher was not listening at at all, she was busy away typing on a keyboard at her computer.

I retorted back, glaring up at him, "Yep. My name is Phoebe Angelic and I am here to make you into a better person. Even if you like it or not. I didn't want to do this but your attitude sickens me and I want to change that."

"Looky here." He began with a smirk on his face. "A goody goody who can talk back." Then his look turned cold. "But listen here, Angel. I don't want your help, nor will I ever want it. So go home." Then Mason sat back down with a flop, put back his earphones, and listened to his music.

      I walked around the wooden table, pulled a chair out from under it and sat down right across from him, staring straight at him. I am not going away that easily. Mason looked back at me with an eyebrow raised. Probably was surprised I was still there. I rose both of my eyebrows and asked innocently, "What?"

"I thought I told you to leave," he explained with his ocean eyes turning ice cold.

     "Well," I had started to say,  unfazed and had leaned over the table and pointed at him. "I don't take orders from you." Then I smiled at him. Mason smirked and shook his head looking to the side, making some of his dark brown hair fall over his eyes.

"Unbelievable," he laughed, apparently entertained at my actions. Then he looked back at me, his eyes cold. "I'm guessing there is no getting rid of you, is there?"

"Nope. I'm determined," I answered back and crossed my arms over my chest, still smiling.

     He sighed and got up from the table and sauntered over to the doors leading out of the library, even though detention wasn't finished. Then he stopped in his tracks and turned around and said, "Well. Are you coming?" Then he walked out of the doors. I looked over at the librarian, who either didn't notice he left or didn't care. Then I sped after him out the doors to catch up.
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