Forever Yours

Chapter 15: Elizabel

I screamed at the closed door. Mason Reid was literally going to be the death of me. I swear to it. He just makes me so angry. I just want to punch him in the face sometimes. Of course it wouldn't do any damage to him. Probably do some to me though.

I angrily stalked back to my room. I only had a few minutes to get down to the gym, and I wasn't about to call bluff on Mason's threat. If I don't stay at this academy until I turned eighteen then I will be forced to live with my dad. Well with the man who claims to be my dad anyway. Good thing I don't hold a grudge, right?

I started to grab some running shorts to change into when my I heard my phone ding. I quickly glanced at it, seeing two text messages from Mason.

Mason: Meet me at my office instead.

Mason: Don't worry about dressing to
work out. We'll probably just be
working at the office.

Sighing, I headed to my closet. Not working out means that we'll probably end up talking or arguing. Most likely a little bit of both. We can't seem to have one without the other. Regardless I might as well be comfortable while doing whatever we are doing.

I grabbed my grey joggers from my closet and pulled them on. I picked out a plain black t-shirt that I tied up around my waist, showing about an inch of skin above the waistband of my pants. I took some socks out of my drawer and pulled on my black Nike hightops.

As I headed down the stairs out of my building, I took the hair band from my wrist and threw my hair up into a messy bun. I lightly jogged towards his office. I wasn't sure what was going on with him, but I didn't want to make him even more mad at me because I was late. Now that I actually had time to think about things, I started getting even more mad.

He brought that big bitch Eden up to my room. What the hell was he thinking? He knows I like him, so why would he do that? Unless this was his way of showing me that's he moved on, and that it is time for me to. Not that he even had anything to move on from. We never were anything. He's never even liked me for Christ's sakes.

I couldn't even begin to imagine how I must look to him. This needy little teenager with a schoolgirl's crush who won't leave him alone. He probably talks about me to this friends. The annoying girl that won't leave him alone. The burden that he has to put up with everyday, because she's such a dumb ass that she gets drunk and almost expelled only a week into the school year at her new school. Can't forget about the part where this dumb ass throws herself at him when she's butt freaking naked, and he literally can't get away from her fast enough. Then she goes and practically begs for his shirt.

"God," I groaned to myself. I was never going to get over the embarrassment from that night. Lucky for me, Mason didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it either. I don't think I could handle that conversation anyway.

I pulled opened the door to the security building. Samuel was working the front desk. I just gave a small wave and headed up the stairs towards Mason's office. This building was definitely not an exception to the black, white, and grey modern look that was seen throughout the buildings at this school. The staircase was opened up to the second floor, creating an overlook from the second to the first floor. The floor was a slick white tile that I knew the janitors must hate, because it looked like a real bitch to keep clean. The walls were also white, with the wall that extended up to the second floor covered in glass. The furniture was mostly black with a touch of grey and white in the throw pillows and rugs.

When I reached the second floor, I went straight towards the back where Mason's office was located. I was almost to his office door when suddenly it opened and out walks Godzilla. No matter how much I didn't already like her, I couldn't help but realize how pretty she was. She had shoulder length, layered light brown hair. Her eyes were a dark brown color that I was sure Mason just loved. She was wearing a black tank top that showed off her essentials, and well she was a little more endowed than me. She was wearing shorts that really showed off her long legs, another thing that I didn't have. Although I absolutely loved wearing my heals, it would be nice to be at least an average height when not wearing them. Instead I felt like a midget compared to her in her converse.