Coward

Chapter Twenty Seven

When I open my eyes find myself in my own bed this morning. I sigh as I relax into the covers and familiar softness of the pillows. A light splattering of rain drums on the roof. I smile as I look up through the skylight, I've always welcomed overcast days. They make me fell like the clouds in my heart aren't so big. That despite the clouds the world still turns so I can too.

My eyes flutter close but snap open almost immediately as I hear the bathroom door squeak shut. I sit up, wrapping a blanket around me to protect my bare legs from the cold. I peak over the ledge my bed room sits on. I sigh in relief, it's only Mason.

I slowly make my way down the wooden ladder before clopasing into a beanbag by the now exstenguished fire. Mason jumps and smoothly turns around, visably relaxing when he relises it's just me.

I laugh, "did I scare you."

He rolls his eyes and turns back into the kitchen where he rumages for more food. He sighs, "shit, I really take being in a house with food for granted."

I smile, "hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

He shakes his head, "never mind. I've got a game this morning at nine. We can just get some food on the way."

I raise my eyebrows, "we?"

He nods, "yeah, first game of the season."

"Who's in the first fifteen this year?" I ask.

"Same as last year but Peter dropped out," Mason says almost bitterly.

"Why?"

Mason shrugs, "some bulshit about his ashtma slowing him down."

"What a pussy," I say smiling. "But I guess it gives me someone to hangout with when you guys are playing."

He nods as he streaches, "you should go get ready, we should leave in ten."

I smile, "I only need a minute."

I climb back up stairs and quickly slip on a pair of black skinny jeans, an over-sized maroon hoodie and chucks. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and pull out strands of blonde hair so they frame my face. I stare at my reflection that is painted on one of the many odd windows that cover one side of the house. I nod my head in approval of my messy, effortless style and climb back downstairs.

When my gaze finds Mason he's already wearing his rugby uniform. The sports shorts and t-shirt adorned in our school colours of black and maroon. He smiles when he sees me and gestures to my hoodie, "supporting our school, I see."

I laugh and nod, "yeah, I subcoiniously decided to show a little school spirit."

He smirks, "well you look good in my hoodie."

I smirk, "yeah, well I've always been a bit of a hoodie hoe."

He flinches at my words but quickly covers it as he moves towards the door, "hurry up, we're going to be late."

I nod and go to grab my phone from it's ussual home on the bench. I frown whn I realise it's not there. I sigh, it must be with all my other stuff in Austin's car.

The sound of Mason's car engine starting breaks me out of my trance and I briskly walk outside and into the frosty morning.

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The stiff grass crunched underfoot as me and Mason made our trudge across the white field. My hands have long since disappeared into my sleeves and into my pockets in a futile attempt to keep warm.

Mason looks over at me, his eyebrows knitting together as he asks, "are you cold."

My breath turns into a white cloud as I reply, "you could say that."