Toxic Love

three

I feel my mouth start to water and I am usually not the one to drool over guys. The only one that usually drools is my best friend Mae, she can't stop herself its just apart of her nature. Mrs. Conway or soon to be Mrs. Vargas strolls out of the kitchen with a baby wrapped in a pastel blue blanket in her arms saying "I will get some when I go out to pick up diapers, okay?"

The hunk that is only wearing a towel loosely around his waist grumbles under his breath

"Fine."

For me I am still grounded to the spot where mini Mason told me off. Soon after Mason jogs up the stairs, Mrs.Con-Vargas saw me waiting in her doorway and invited me inside because it was late fall and it was pretty chilly if I say so myself, and I guess Mrs. Vargas agreed.

I felt uncomfortable in "his" house, the big bad boy's house.

That's when Mrs. Vargas asked why I was waiting at her doorway. I then reply with

"I was seeing if Mason or really anyone could possibly give me a ride to school?"

The minute I finished saying my sentence Mrs. Vargas yells up the stairs for Mason to hurry his ass up because he will be the one driving me to school.

Then came the loud thumps of feet on the staircase. There standing right in front of me was himself Mason Conway. Today, he decided to wear a pair of faded ripped jeans with a navy t-shirt that hugged his defined chest in the best way possible.

After a few seconds of searching every part of his perfect physique i was brought back to reality because of the arguing between Mason and his mother.

"Ma, I am not bringing her!"

"You want to bet on that!" Mrs. Vargas yelled at her thick-headed son.

Whaling started to erupt in the already chaotic household. Mrs. Vargas therefore started to coddle the youngest of her sons saying to her eldest "Your taking her and that's final."

Mason stomped his way to the front door mumbling non hearable nonsense to himself.

"Are you coming, we are already late."

I start walking my way to the front door, where I see Mason grab his signature black leather jacket.

You're not an official bad boy without your leather jacket, that was the only thing running through my very head at that moment in time.

My thoughts are broken when I hear Mason revving the engine to is jet black 2011 Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Sport. I jump into the passenger side to hear Mason say to himself

"It's a shitty day already"

For a minute i thought he was talking about the weather when i realized he wasn't talking about the weather, he was talking about the circumstance he is in right now.

With that Mason surprisingly backs out of his driveway carefully and we start our journey to the dreaded place called... school.

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There you go! A longer chapter! Patting myself on the back right now. Let me clarify that I am writing this at 11:17 and some might say "Oh please thats not late" but it is for me. I had basketball practice this morning at 8 might I add.