Stay the Night

.Twelve

MASON'S POV

Finally some peace and quiet with the exception of humming from the TV. I was drifting in out and of sleep though the rumble of my stomach brought to my attention the fact that I haven't eaten breakfast yet and it was already past lunch. I sat up, glad that the pain had eased off. I don't think I could of handled anymore stress for the day. It was obvious I was not going to go to training tonight. Actual sport training, not girl and bed training like last night.

Coach was going to kill me most likely, and actually give me another headache. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't as if I was a bad player, in fact I was one of the best on the team, not to sound too cocky. I did the routines, I did the workouts, the training sessions. Though we'd all have to admit I was just a natural at all sports, mainly baseball and soccer. A perfect combination considering one took my time in winter the other in summer.

I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, checking my messages.

Brent- Man where are you?

Brent- You better not have pulled a 'sickie' Coach is going to slaughter you, then me because I didn't drag you here.

Brent- P.s. your going to have a field day tomorrow, Mr. Paken is sick of your biology antiques. He mentioned to the guys about getting you a tutor. Sucks to be you right now.

I groaned, a tutor? Please I could tutor myself and get my grades up if I wanted to.

Mason- The F*ck? I don't need a tutor. I'll see him tomorrow about it.

Brent- Finally the king has awoken, too strained from last night man?

Mason- No, never. My stamina is just too high. I just have a huge migraine. Hit my head on the rest board of the bed. Not the best move.

Brent- Remind me to never ask for sex tips from you...

"I'm so hungry I'm going to die" Evelyn whined from behind me, the show long over.

I rolled my eyes. Swiping out of messages and away from prying eyes I clicked on one of the most frequent numbers. Pizza Palace.

"Hey, yes I would like to order-" I looked down at Evelyn who's stomach was making questionable noises. I raised an eyebrow at her to which I received a glare.

"-two large pizzas, one Hawaiian and the other?" I looked her for her request.

"Meat lovers" she whispered.

"The other meat lovers. No it's okay I'll pick it up myself, $20? Okay cool, thanks" and I hung up grinning at the now disgusted girl in front of me.

"Pineapples do not belong on pizzas. It's unnatural and disturbing" she let off, pretending to puke.

"You just don't understand the complexity of pizzas and pineapples" I told her, standing up from the couch to stretch. My muscles were sore and tense from lack of training this week. I could feel my body snapping, bone against bone with a slight breeze on my back as my shirt was tugged up.

"There's nothing compl-" I heard her trail off. Curious I turned around, just to see her yelp and dive into the couch, her face a slight shade of pink.

Did I miss something?

"Your a strange child Evelyn."

"You don't know the half of it."

There was an awkward pause of silence between us. I knew she felt it too because she began fiddling with her shirt.

"Okay so I'm going to go get the pizza now..." I trailed out, relieved to be leaving.

Her head shot up in alarm. Her eyes finding my own, narrowing. I let out a breath, taken back.

"You're just recovering from a migraine, you are not driving and that's final" she stated standing up and stalking towards me. I raised my hands in surrender hoping she'd back off. She looked deadly serious.

She reached me, snatching the keys out of my hand momentarily stunned at the contact. Her soft delicate hand had caused a slight tremor through my arm, though it died down a split second later.

I blinked hard, trying to leave the daze she left me in to see her form leaving the front door. I shuffled forward, forcing myself to walk. With motion taking force back in my body I jogged outside, sure to close the door behind me. Chasing the crazy brunette who seemed to think she could drive like a professional.

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"Let me have a slice!"

I slapped her snake-like hand away from the boxes.

"Both hands on the wheel! I hardly trust you with two hands yet alone one hand" I told her, glaring at the wheel. The trip there was uneventful, there was a slight hope that maybe we would live through this drive. Though the trip back was exactly what I was expecting.

She was all over the place as soon as she felt the pizza. Her mind was obviously trained off the road and on her stomach. She managed to miss a stop sign- thankfully no one was there, sped through a yellow light- I thanked the heavens there wasn't a red light camera, and managed to swerve on the road more times then I'd liked.

She was a complete danger to the road.

"Just one slice and I'll be good!" She begged, taking her eyes off the road to stare at the box in... I think was staring at the box in longing... freak.

"The quicker we get home alive, the quicker we can eat" I enforced, throwing a protective hand on the boxes.

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"For f*cks sake Evelyn!"

"What?!"

"When I said the quicker we got there the quicker you get to eat, I didn't mean it as in speed home. We were going 20 kph above the speed limit! We could of died or someone else" I ranted giving her what I hoped to be an incredulous look. She was completly mental. She had this crazy demented look in her eyes the minute I finished off my sentence in car.

"Listen, the past is in the past now and all I see in my future is delicious pizza in my mouth" she rambled on, her eyes glazing over as I placed the boxes on the dinning table.

She was freaking insane.

"You're a terrible driver Evelyn" I stated the obvious to which I received a glare.

She grabbed her slice of pizza and walked to the steps sitting down. "Pizza is my life, okay?" She stated ending the conversation as she demolished the piece that was once in her hand.

Not a pleasent sight. Though it never was when she was around.

"Dammit, they are so loud" I groaned as I could feel a slight pounding in my head. The workers outside had been going non-stop at collecting the broken pieces of the house. It was driving me mental.

I had to get out. So I did just that, quietly grabbing my keys and leaving the house.