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Chapter 12 Schooled

Chapter 12

Schooled

After the girls night the last week of August dwindled down into the first week of September. I had taken the girls up on their invitation to the track again on Friday. This time meeting the gang in the pits from the beginning instead of later on. Mason once again raced last, so the races before his were filled with bets and teasing. My awful dance skills put on display whenever the car he bet to win lost. Eventually, his red Chevelle came up to the line. When the lights dropped he had a major lead on his opponent. The other car, however, caught up to about a fourth of a car length behind him. I could see a few sparks from Mason's car falling onto the track. I knew he had two decisions. Let off the gas and lose the race or push to the finish line. I knew as a bystander with a mechanical background he would be lucky to make it to the finish if he didn't accelerate one mph. Odds are if he accelerated his car he would put it right into the roll wall. Also as a bystander I had no idea how aware Mason was of the situation. Ultimately, Mason must have been a very conscious driver because he let off the gas allowing the other car to fly by him. He rolled through the finish line and cruzed his way into the pits. "Tough break bro," Cameron said as he exchanged a knuckle punch with Mason as he stepped out of the car. "Yeah, I'll take her to the shop and get everything checked out. Just some realignment and cleaning up the base a little and she'll be good to go," He had replied. "You're not going to drive it back to your place are you?" Mack asked. "Nah, I don't want the suspension rubbing against the road or anything on the way back. I'll just ask Jo to put it in his trailer or something," Mason had replied. I hopped to sit on top of my trunk and watched the guys exchanged. I noticed Cassie's pestering antics toward Cole and how even though it appeared he was ignoring her he would glance down at her and his features would lighten. I thought about their relationship. How Cole seems like an asshole to the majority of the population, but not Cassie. Well, he still kind of is to Cassie, but in a different way I guess. Then I see Melonie scanning the exiting crowd, who knows what in search for. Maybe she has some secret lover she's looking for. I internally laugh at the idea. She's probably looking for a corn dog. That's when I had noticed everyone has staring at me. "What..." I questioned hesitantly. Mason instead of replying just walked in my direction. But he shocked me as he moved right past me and opened up my drivers side door. I jump off my car and practically scream, "WO WO, No." "What's wrong Al?" Mason teasingly asked sitting in the drivers seat his feet still outside of the car. "Ha. Ha. Real cute Mason. Now get out." I say crossing my arms. "You wouldn't leave me out here without a car now would you?" He asked as he relaxed into my seat. After hearing each of the our group members explain why they couldn't take Mason, I had finally given in. I forced him, not so easily, into the passenger side. I drove to my aunts house with my music blasting. This probably would have been a good time to talk about what happened in the field last week, but honestly he didn't let it bother him so it doesn't bother me. We were just some kids looking to have some fun on a Friday night. When we approached his house he thanked me for the ride with his normal Mason mannerisms and entered his own house.

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I rolled around my bed hoping to avoid the ringing alarm. Apparently that wasn't happening so I went with the inevitable, getting up. I put my iPod on the iHome hoping to blast some of my sleepiness away with the beat. I walk into the closet to try to find an appropriate outfit for today. It's been three days since the races, meaning this is the first day of school.Also meaning Mason has had two different girls come home with him. It's not like I've been watching him or anything he just happened to push them out of his house as I was leaving mine each morning. It's actually pretty funny to watch, and I've ready began teasing him about his endeavors. Looking around my closet I realize my tiny wardrobe takes up a less than half of the closet. I was never one of those girls who were constantly shopping or never wore the same outfit twice. I was more of girl who bought a pair of jeans that would go anything. I take out a pair of black skinny jeans, a lace tank that I took from Nicole and never gave back, and a denim vest. Apparently this new school of mine isn't a big fan of tank tops. Not that I can blame them, shoulders are a big turn on for teenage boys now a days. This is how I know I'm up too early; I'm being sarcastic in my head.