Two Negatives Make A Positive (ON HOLD)

Chapter Four - Frenemies?

Chapter Four

{Mason}

"Would you hurry up?" Mason growled, his obvious irritation evident in his tone.

"Would you hurry up?" Came a falsetto voice from the upstairs part of his best friend's home; a mocking tone. "Here's a tip Mason. Don't rush women. I haven't even applied my makeup yet. Hashtag slefie." Mason couldn't hide his grin at his male friend's attempt at humor.

"That's not the best impression of me, Colin!"

"I know it is, Angela!" Colin replied back to his twin sister. Their voices still happened to be muffled, since they were in their own rooms. Mason couldn't quite make out the mutters exchanged between them. He was sure they were rude comments, some of which, if their mother had heard, would get them slapped.

"How about you get your asses down here so I don't have to wait any longer!"

"We're early enough, you school addict. Do you know how long it took me to introduce you to Black Ops? Including the second one? Don't get your Victoria's Secret lace panties in a bunch, all right?" Wondering what the shooting game had to do with this topic, Mason sat (or more like sunk) down on the plush couch in the living room. This house was a second home to him. He was as close to the Shepard family as his own. He could just walk in the house with no big deal, as if it were his own. They'd given him a key too.

That's some crazy trust levels.

Picking at his backpack (which held two chunks of sidewalk in them; which meant his books), he focused on the footsteps he could hear from downstairs. The arguing continued on, though it was more muffled than when he stood in the entry way to the home. The sun's rays were peeking their way through the curtains that remained closed.

What could possibly be taking so long? Is he taking a shit?

"What the Hell crawled up your ass and died?" Looking up at the unknown company in front of him, Angela smiled. With platinum blonde hair and hazel eyes, tall in height with a model's body, she towered over him as he sat. Mason rolled his eyes.

"Watch your language." Angela scoffed at Mason's words.

"Okay, mother." She narrowed her eyes at him behind her hot pink glasses. Speaking of hot pink...

Terra Miller was constantly invading his mind. Through the simplest thoughts he managed to think up. With her Lavagirl hot pink hair and aqua (more light green than blue) eyes. Why was he suddenly so interested in a girl that he had avoided all his school years? Sure, they had talked a few times, but that was just about borrowing a pencil.

As if she actually wrote down anything with it. She doesn't even pay attention to anything the teacher says. No notes, just had the pencil because she would get reprimanded for not having one.

Why could he remember her face so much better than others? Yes, she had the looks. But Mason never liked girls with that sort of personality.

You haven't gotten to know her.

So what?

You have a crush on your enemy.

Is she an enemy?

That's for you to decide.

"Earth to Mason." Angela snapped her fingers in his face. Mason flinched. Was he really getting lost in thought about a girl he had saved from Harm's Way? He saved plenty girls. How does this one stand out? There wasn't much he'd get lost in thought about. You're ranting again.