Don't Let Me Go

Don't Let Me Go (ch1)

Coffee clung to my 'expensive' looking clothes. I even walked throughMyers were perfume would definitely soak through your clothes.

Apparently not mine.

I stubbornly pulled the collar from my neck. All the perfume had managed to do was irritate my eyes.

Great. So now I probably looked like a raccoon. Arrrgggghhhh.

I continued to rub at my eyes even though that sensible voice at the back of my head was hissing 'stop you're going to smudge your makeup.'

Whoops. A bit to late for that.

A large body ran into me. My mouth open in shock spraying spit over the woman... Arrrr... Man?

"Sorry," he apologised quickly. Reaching down to pick up my fake leather bag. He hesitated when he saw my look of disgust that was evident on my face.

Damn it. I knew that I should have taken those drama lessons. Oh well.

"No sorry, ummm. It was really my fault." I mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Maisie?"

Damn. I was hopping he wouldn't recognise me. I had avoided all my high school friends the moment school finished. The last time they saw me was in my drunk state on the last day of school.
I hadn't wanted the college questions to come up. Nor did I want to have to go out to expensive restaurants with them.

It wasn't that I didn't want to. I just didn't have the money or guts to actually tell the truth.

"Oh. Hey Mason." I gave the familiar boy a shy smile.

"Where have you been?" He pulled me into his arms. My petite body folded in his arms. And he smelt nice. Like high school.
"One day you were there and then the next you just disappeared of the face of the earth." His brow creased as if he was confused by his own words.

I didn't blame the kid.

"I've been busy." I gave him a forced smile, afraid that it looked more like a frown. Damn, I really should consider some acting classes. I was like an open book.

He chuckled nervously, and ran a hand through his long hair. (Hint; the reason I thought i ran into a girl at first)

"You seem stressed." He coed.

"And you seem calm." I informed him. His long hair was pulled back in a pony tail going of the hippie/ surfer dude vibe. A ring was pulled through his septum making him look cuter but more daring.

"Well yeah. I guess life is pretty good right now." He gave me another sly smile. Or perhaps it was concern. I was hopeless with reading expression.

"Well, umm I should probably go." I smiled at him and jerked my thumb towards the bus station I had been walking towards before my encounter.

"What happened to your mustang?"
Now he was definitely catching along.

Oh right. My mustang that I told everyone I drove to school. Little did they know that the black car belonged to some silent bad boy that was too good for the school kids.
Therefore, nobody knew about my lies.

"Ohh yeah. Ha ha. Funny story, I was racing and it got scratched. I took it to get a paint job." I shrugged lightly like it was no problem.
Lies. All lies.
Thank god I wasn't Pinocchio or else my nose would already be touching the other side of the world by now.

"Damn girl. Didn't realise how dangerous you were." He laughed again. Finally he bent to retrieve my bag from the side path. His finger scratched against the fake leather. Black flakes scraped under his clean nails.

Oh god.

He frowned at me. "I'm afraid that you got ripped off on this bag Hun." He informed me.

Actually it was only five dollars but I suppose we can go with me being dumb and rich.

"Oh that. Ha." I awkwardly stretched my arms back and started to swing them. "I read a documentary. Apparently leather isn't good for the environment. As part of my career I thought it would be good to stop buying the skin leather. "

Yes. I got him there. Good Maisie.

He laughed, his whole body shook with the deep rumble. "That's a good idea. Although you might want to reconsider your car then. I read a documentary that they're bad."

"Yeah right." I scoffed. I know it was weird but I was actually quite obsessed with that car even if it was never actually mine. In fact I hadn't even been inside it let alone touched it.

"I really gotta go, bye."  I pulled the fake bag strap over my shoulder, the leather falling into my chest.

"Where you off too?"

"College meeting." I replied. And for once it wasn't a lie. Wahoo. Go Maisie, your nose is starting to shrink now.

"You haven't done that yet. Man." Mason ran his fingers through his hair shaking his head a little at my lack of organisation.

"Come on Mason. You know me. Do you really think I would have prepared?"

Yes, if I had the money.

"I suppose not." He gave me another smile.

I didn't wait for him to walk away or say bye. I turned on my heel and strolled over to the bus stop. Trying to put as much stride into my skip. Pretty hard to keep your cool when you're heading to a crappy bus, parked crookedly on the curb.

I didn't even have nice platform heels on to help me out. I had to sell them too.

"Hey Maisie." Mason yelled into his cupped hands.

I turned around. I had already walked several metres ahead. And I had to strain to hear him through the rough air. Damn winter.
The wind tore through my hair giving me that catalogue breeze look.

Mason almost sighed, relieved to see the first sign of the old Maisie that he knew a few weeks ago. The gorgeous girl who showed of to much skin and loved of a lie.

"Keep in touch. Okay?" His eyes squinted against the sun, but even half closed I could see the hope in them. Or was it curiosity? I hadn't really believed any of my popular friendships were real. Must be curiosity.

"Always," I gave him a flirty smile that showed of my lips plumpness. Oh yes I could still be that popular slut.

He grinned back at me which I returned with the famous Maisie Swan smile.

Maybe that was all I needed for today to get what I wanted. Just flash my money winning smile.

I wish.

I turned back around and strolled into the dingy bus. It's stairs creaked beneath me, and my skin was exposed to the poison of gas fumes. The smell of cigarettes consumed my nostrils, my cool eminently lost.

I broke into a small coughing frenzy, hopefully these windows were tinted so Mason couldn't see me.

The bus driver glared at me with milky eyes. Oh god he better not be blind and crash. I didn't want to die before 21. 21 was meant to be the best time of your life.

I collapsed into a cracked leather seat that resembled my hand bag perfectly. Just great.
Pulling my head phones in I listen to don't let me go by the fray. Wait. Was that what it's called? Oh well, it is now.

The bus pulled away from the street and slowly rolled to the large building that was filled with education and knowledge. Everything that I didn't have.

Here I go. Another round of disappointment and rejection.

  ---------------------------------------------- short and sweet. First time writing a laid back story without my action :/
Story hasn't really started yet but will be getting more into the interesting stuff hopefully next chapter :))
                     11/11/16
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