Don't Get Too Close

Chapter 2

I glanced at Mason who was.. Smiling at me? Weird.

It's just a reasearch paper, it can't get too bad, right?

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Wrong.

Mason was coming towards me. With his friends. Shit.

I heard him telling his friends to leave him talk to me alone. He started approaching me, with a small smile plastered on his face, why does he keep doing that?

"Hi, Kelly right?" He started. I nodded.

"We have to do the research paper, how about you come over tomorrow after school?"

"Um okay." I muttered.

"Cool." He grinned at me and walked away.

Goddammit what is his problem?

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I walked into the cafeteria and sat down on my usual table, alone, that's how I like it. I never really let anyone speak to me, I either just completely ignore them, or if they continue speaking, I snap at them or give them a rude and sarcastic comment. People are no good; I learnt that I shouldn't trust anyone, which helped me build a wall around my heart which no one can get past.

I had lunch and proceeded to my next class.

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The day ended, finally.

I started walking home, which was about 25 minutes away from school.

When I reached my home, I quickly greeted my grandma and ran upstairs, to my room. I opened the door and quickly opened my closet and search for my razor. When I found it I walked into the bathroom and locked myself in there. I started cutting my wrist, where numerous scars were found.

You ugly bitch.

Slut.

Whore.

No one likes you.

Even your own parents hate you.

I thought as I was making another cut.

When I was done, I washed my wrist, even though it hurt a lot. Then I grabbed a roll or gauze and started to wrap it around my wrist.

I then started working on my stupid homework and my thoughts drifted back to what happened between me and Mason Allen. A lot of questions were popping in my brain, like why was he smiling, and why did he want to work with me on this research even though he could ask me to do it alone? Well I don’t care why.

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Today is the day I was going to Mason Allen’s house, yay me.

After school, I waited for Mason in the parking lot, and when he arrived he said goodbye to his friends and started walking towards me.

“Hi.” He greeted, and I just responded with a nod.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded again.

“You don’t really like talking do you?” Mason mocked and got a glare in return.

He chuckled slightly as we started walking towards his car. A Lamborghini Gallardo. Have I mentioned that almost everyone in this school is dead rich? This explains why I wasn’t too surprised by Mason’s car.

He opened the door for me, which was odd, and went to the driver’s seat.

“Put on the seatbelt.” I muttered.

“My house is only 5 minutes away.” He answered with raising a questioning eyebrow.

“Just put on the damn seatbelt.” I snapped, directly regretting it.

He just glared at me and did what I asked him to do.

The ride to his house was weird and.. Tense?

I don’t care.

I looked up at his house and inwardly gasped. It was HUGE.

He opened the door for me again and let me into his house. It was just as beautiful and classy on the inside, I noticed a living room with a gigantic LCD TV and comfy-looking couches. He led me up the stairs to his room.

When he opened his room’s door, I wasn’t shocked; it was a typical American boy’s room. Women models’ posters everywhere, lots of gadgets, dark blue walls, a kind-sized beg, a studying table, and an en-suite bathroom.

We sat on chairs in front of his studying table and started working on our research paper.

When we finished our research paper, we sat there in awkward silence.

“I should go.” I muttered as I stood up from the chair.

“Wait.”

 A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA CLIFFHANGER.

Why do you think Kelly was so strict about putting on a seatbelt? And why did Mason stop her after they finished their research?

I'm sorry this one is short too, I have a school to follow up with.

Liana xx