Chapter VII - The Game

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I smooth my outfit and take a last look at myself.
I am wearing jeans and the shirt that Mason gave me last night.
I have put on some makeup and curled my hair.
The shirt...I'll definitely be getting some looks today.

All that 'I don't give a chocolate fudge about looks' bullshit was last night, when we were in the excitement of the moment.
To happy to care about the prying eyes of people

Why do you suddenly care so much?
My subconscious decides to add

You know, this idiot subconscious of mine really does have a good point sometimes.
Why do I care?

Because you are an idiot
....and that is why I call it my idiot subconscious
It's a part of you, don't forget.
Uuuuggggghhhh

As if on cue I hear Mason's car honk downstairs.
I take my bag and go downstairs

"Bye grandma!" I shout

"Hey, your aunt didn't tell me you were going somewhere" she asks

"She didn't? I told her I'll be going to the game tonight" My eyebrows knit together as I try to catch my breathe
Do you realize how sporty I am?

"Which game?" She gives me her grandma look

"Mason has a basketball game" I say and mentally prepare myself for her lecture

"Amna, dear, that guy is sweet and respectful.." here we go
"But..just...I don't know. Be safe" she says

"Safe from what?"

"From him, from yourself, your feelings"
God!

"Grandma, no! It's not like that" I protest without any encouragement, unlike my usual self

"You're a teenager honey, I'm just warning you"
I nod
"Okay grandma. Bye"

Mason was waiting in the car with the radio on which was playing little things by one direction.

"Sorry I'm late" I exclaim as I get in

"God, I thought you'd never come" he puts a hand over his heart

"Yeah yeah okay drama queen, drive on"

As we drive on in comfortable silence, I let the lyrics of the song sink deep

"I don't understand why people wouldn't love themselves. Everybody is so beautiful. I have never thought nor will I ever think that someone is ugly. I mean I would never hate myself. " I say out of nowhere
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We reach his school in 10 mins and get out of the car and into the parking lot

He keeps fidgeting and I try to ignore
Why?
I don't know!

"Are you nervous?" I ask and he sighs, his hands still fidgeting

"Mason, relax" I say and he sighs again, this time the fidgeting stops

"Are you nervous?" I ask again

"Yes" he replies, suddenly finding the floor more interesting

"Hey" I say and he looks at me
"Never be embarrassed in front of me, okay? Even if you're fanboy-ing over your OTP", I pause
"You're gonna crush it" he smiles
"with a wrecking ball" , I add to lighten the mood

He chuckles and whispers a thank you and I just wave him off

He thinks that maybe I don't see it but there is something wrong.
I do see it.

"I'll see you after the game" he says  , leaving me in the corridor. 
I exclaim before he can walk away.
"Best of luck!"

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