Stay the Night

.Five

I flipped him the bird. In fact why not flip them both? As I slowly swung my finger in barbie's direction. I honestly feel like these special fingers were meant for Mason. Barbie looked like a blood vessel was going to pop while Mason on the other hand looked to be holding back a smirk. 

"As much as I like talking to the both of you wonderful people, I have places to be and people to see" and with that I left, jogging to the library. These encounters were becoming more frequent and it really needed to stop. I could already feel myself slipping into dark memories that do not need to be brought back up. With a silent promise to myself not to communicate with Mason and his Barbie for a while I kept going. 

 Glancing at my ever so absent watch I knew I'd have to schedule a time after school to tutor Brent. Roll call was about to start and there was definitely no time between classes. I was packed this week. 

"I see we're going to have an afternoon lesson?" he questioned, chuckling at my puffed out face. 

Man running was not my forte.

"I'm so sorry, I had a bump in with Mason and the barbie"

"Uh huh, and how did that go?"

I shrugged, "Exactly how you'd expect it to."

His laugh was refreshing.

Brent was what you'd call an athletic and aesthetically handsome guy. The one you dreamed of dating and took home to your parents. With his light brown hair reflecting off the sun, his perfect teeth combined with his kissable lips gave him the perfect smile. His eyes a creamy brown, like hot caramel. Melting your insides. 

He was what I pictured as someone I could steadily be with. Though with all that perfect nature there was one downfall. He was Mason's best friend. 

At first glance I assumed he was just like Mason, a replica of the he-devil. How could I not? He did basically everything with Mason, always acting like him. They were seen as the gods of high school by everyone. Same expertise in sports, same outlook on life, same drool worthy looks, same build and height. I'm surprised they weren't brothers or twins at least. 

 My thought of him had not faltered as the years of high school went on, he was one of the enemies. Though when our math teacher set me up to help tutor a student, Brent, my vision of him was far from the truth. Brent was the total opposite as Mason. Cool, collected, doesn't prefer sleeping with a new girl every night. He was an average guy who unfortunately befriended Mason one gloomy day and became stuck with him. 

Well that's how I imagined how their friendship started.

Ever since our first meeting we both agreed for the greater good to keep our tutoring sessions a secret from Mason. We both knew he wouldn't take lightly to the idea of his best friend meeting up daily with me, especially with our past. Who knew in that wild and easily temperamental head of his how'd he react. 

"So after school? I'll drive us to the cafe" he suggested, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. Gosh he was so cute.

I playfully bumped into his side, clearly knocking him off guard as he stumbles. His cheeks turning pinker.

"Sure thing, man of steel" I give him a sly wink before quickly leaving the room to class. 

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By the time school rolled over, I had already filled Keely in with my whole house dilemma about three times even showing her the news cast on my phone. Assuring her that I in fact did not sleep with Mason, stating that he lent me his clothes. The girl was relentless with digging for information. She basically drilled me for every piece of information, she even went down to asking for colour underwear I was wearing. I refused to answer, not understanding how it was related. 

"Lets go! I need to get home for practice" I heard someone yell from afar. 

Next thing I know Mason is behind me, pushing me forward towards his car. My feet stumbling to walk at his pace as I resisted him. His hands firmly placed on my waist guiding me towards his parked car. 

"Don't touch me!" I felt the nerves popping up. 

"Suit yourself" and with that he let go unexpectedly, causing me to fall flat on my butt. Ouch. First my hands now my butt cheeks. Today was one painful day. 

"Your a prick Mason!" I yelled as a couple of nearby kids laughed. My face once again turning a few shades pinker. 

He rolled his eyes, "Get in, I don't have all day." I stared at him in confusion. I doubted my disorganised mother went too far ahead and told him he had to give me a lift home. I narrowed my eyes on him, I was unsure of his actions. 

"I don't need a lift, I'll see you back at yours later" I said not finding any answers in his eyes. I begin my venture around cars to the end of the parking lot, away from the prying eyes of hungry gossiping teenagers. I heard his car door slam close and his engine roar as he left without a second thought. 

Fortunately Brent was late and by the time we left 80% of the carpark was empty. Only a lingering students and teachers stayed back.

"You look a bit like a strawberry." 

"Brent if you want to pass the next test I suggest you drop this subject" I snapped, trying to control my irritable anger for the one and only Mason Key as I could feel my butt and hands throbbing in pain, but mostly embarrassment. 

He lifted his hands in surrender, whistling lowly before putting the stick in gear and driving out.