"I think you look nice in the clothes you're wearing." I look up at my stylist and nod. "Alright. Sit down." I obey and sit down on the chair. She pumps the bar under the chair, raising me up in the progress.
She begins applying foundation on my face while I stare at myself in the mirror.
"I'm sorry about Mason."
I look at her in the mirror, and she stares back. I don't respond.
***
I laugh as they end the live broadcast. "Thank you for coming." The young lady says. I smile and nod.
"Your welcome."
I leave the music room and collapse onto a bean bag. "You just sung." Evan says sitting down next to me.
"I know. but I became really frustrated because I didn't sing it well."
"Don't let some song make you frustrated."
"I can't believe they want you to sing." He says scoffing afterwards, sarcasm laced with his voice.
"I mean I sing pretty good. But, I never wanted to be a singer or a dancer." I say letting a deep sigh leave my mouth.
"Oh, where's Carter."
"Home." I say standing up. "Why?"
"Just asking. You guys haven't talked?"
I shake my head no as I shove my hands inside my pockets, while we walk out of the room.
"Why can't you just talk to him?"
"What do you mean? You know?"
"Of course I do! Carter and I have been friends since we were three years old. Just talk to him. You know how he is."
I raise and eyebrow. "How he is?"
"Oh," He says a small chuckle leaving his lips. "Never mind then."
I raise an eyebrow and scoff. "Just tell me. What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Fine." I mutter and shudder as the cold autumn air sends a shiver up my spine.
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Hazel
Romance'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
