His Little Nerd [???]

~ 5 ~

Carrie's POV
-----------------------------
I woke in Mason's arms with a smile on my face and I turned my head to see him sleeping. I giggle softly and slowly remove his arms from around me. I get up from the bed and go downstairs to the kitchen.

I hear the stairs creak slightly and turn to see Mason coming down the stairs with a small frown on his face. "Hey," I greet softly.

"Hey. Are you still upset?" he asks.

"Yes and no," I shrug.

"Um how about we get your mind completely off it?" he offers and I nod. "How about we bake cupcakes?"

"You want to bake cupcakes?" I giggle and he nods with a bright smile plastered on his face.

"Of course! Who doesn't like baking cupcakes?" he exclaims.

"Ok ok we can bake cupcakes," I laugh. I open up the pantry and look up to see that I can't reach most of the ingredients. "Um can you get all the ingredients for me?"

"Of course I can shortie," he teases.

"Well no need to be rude or anything!" I huff, playing along.

"Aww shortie has got her panties in a twist!" he chuckles and I burst into a laughing fit. He grabs all the ingredients needed to make the cupcakes and places them on the bench. He turns and smiles. "So shortie are you mixing or am I?"

"You can for teasing me," I chuckle and he pouts.

"No fair! Why do you gotta be so cruel shortie?" he asks playfully and I laugh.

I pour the ingredients into the bowl while Mason mixes. After mixing we put it in the oven. While waiting for the cupcakes to bake Mason suddenly asks, "I saw some scars on your hips earlier and I know I shouldn't ask or anything but will you tell me everything?"

"Um yeah. It'll be nice to let it all out to someone that isn't my mum," my voice shakes while I'm speaking. "But um can I ask you something first?"

"Of course. You can ask me anything Carrie," he smiles softly.

"Um why are you being friends with me and stuff? I just want to know why you've been hanging around me. I mean I'm a nobody with only two friends and you're Mason Woods, bad boy and player. I wouldn't be surprised if this was all an act and you're doing this to get a laugh at the poor pathetic nobody whose name is Carrie Mellows," I let out but don't bother to try to look up.

"Carrie Mellows this is not an act. I generally care about you. When I first heard you talking about me to Jessamyn, I knew there was something different about you. I was curious as to why I've never seen you around because I see everybody including that little nerd in grade eight who's a little shit. I had my buddy, Jesse, find out about you and when I found out that Jason is your bully, let's just say I got a little mad. So to sum it all up, I wanted to be your friend. I didn't mean for you to get caught up with all the drama with Brittany. Yes I know she threatened you, I'm not stupid. So yeah I just want to be your friend Carrie and you are definitely not pathetic," he lifts my chin up and smiles while speaking.

"Holy shit that's some deep stuff right there," I joke, now smiling.

"Now that I've answered your question, please tell me about your past?" he asks, frowning slightly.

"Alright. I guess you could say I had the perfect life. I had my mum, dad and big brother. I had Nat, Jess and a whole bunch of people who actually cared about me, including Jason. Me and Jason we were best buds. Always at each others' houses, basically friends since birth. My dad and big brother, Tom, got into a major accident and they were killed instantly, obviously I guess. They were on their way to pick me up from somewhere, I can't really remember now. A few weeks after the funeral Jason started to bully me. It was nothing at first, just calling me a few names. Two weeks after the first week was when it started to get bad. He, um, he started to get a bit abusive. It started with shoves to the ground and finally ended up with bashings. You probably wouldn't have found a patch of skin that wasn't bruised. Not only was it physical but also verbal. He often told me I should kill myself and I started to believe him at one point. You probably didn't see the scar on my stomach but it's from me stabbing myself in the stomach. That wasn't the only time. I tried hanging myself and overdosed on pills. Each time mum was there even though she had her own share of grief she was dealing with. The scars on my hips aren't the only scars on my body. I once had scars on my wrists but they've faded, I also have scars on my thighs. I guess the cutting made me feel better," I answer, tears freely flowing down my face.

"Oh god. It's worse than I thought," he whispers, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "I promise I'm gonna be here for you, no matter what."

"Thank you," I smile a small smile and he pulls me into him for a much needed hug. We stay in the same position for a long time before the smell of burning wafts into the room.

"Oh shit!" he exclaims and carefully lifts me off him. He sprints into the kitchen and returns a few moments later with a small frown on his face. "All the cupcakes burnt!"

"It's fine. We can just make more!" I laugh. I walk over to him and wipe the tear stains from his cheeks. I stare into his eyes as he does the same to me.

"No more tears today," he demands and I chuckle softly.

"Sir yes sir!" I salute. He just laughs and pulls me into a hug. "You know this is going to sound incredibly cheesy but I feel a lot happier since you've been my friend."

"Firstly, I'm not your friend, I'm your best friend and secondly, you're right that was cheesy," he laughs and kisses the top of my head. In this moment I felt almost content, what would make me fully content was some cupcakes.

*************************************
I thought I'd twist it up a bit with different POVs
Also thank you for the 55 reads I've gotten so far xx