Two Negatives Make A Positive (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven - First Date With Mason Scott and Almost Kiss

Chapter Seven

{Terra's POV}

An hour it took me to deliver all the girls back to their houses. Then they took a while getting their stuff out of the car too. So when I got to the gym, the people were already packing up, getting finished with their training session. I wish I could have seen Mason training them. They all looked so worn out, I had to smile. Looking for Mason, I walked straight into a buff dude. His dark hair was cut short, but not too short, and his eyes were a light green. He seemed to be in his late twenties. And looked familiar.

"Can I help you?" He asked as I stared up at him.

"Um, I'm looking for Mason Scott?" I answered. He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Are you his girlfriend?"

"Hell no." I said obscenely. Maybe a little too quickly. The guy laughed.

"He's in the private locker room." The guy pointed behind him. "Go ahead and see him." I smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Mr..."

"Scott. Mark Scott." My mouth formed an "o". That's why he looked familiar. He looked like Mason. Only older and more muscly.

"Are you related to Mason?" I asked. He nodded.

"I'm his older brother." Mark smiled. "Well, I need to go. But, like I said, back there in the private locker room." He nodded curtly to me before turning away and walking toward the treadmills. There was still bustling activity even though it was after eight in the evening. These twenty-four hour businesses get a lot of...business.

"Private locker room?" I walked forward into the dark space. It was a long corridor. At the end on the right was a door. I traveled all the way down there, only to find it said "Public Locker Room" instead of "Private". I then made my way all the way down again, onto the left side. At the end, this one did say "Private Locker Room". I entered it easily, and noticed there were only a couple of lockers lined against the left wall. There were benches next to them, and an office on the right side. I heard water running, and my curiosity got the best of me.

"Hello?" I whispered, like in those cheesy horror movies. They were so predictable. I followed the right wall, and it led me to a shower room. Just like in school, there were absolutely no curtains. I was glad of that. I don't know why I was. Maybe because I was a pervert. But Mason stood underneath one of the shower heads with his eyes closed, completely naked. I'm not going to give you a bunch of details, but he looked hot. With the water rolling over him, and his abs, and his perfectly muscle toned back.

Fantasizing. Yes, I am. Oh fudge, am I drooling?

It was the perfect moment, like what you would expect to happen in a movie. But in the movies, when the boy you don't know very well finds you staring at him naked in the shower, he would smile, right? Not Mason. When he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and dried his face off, his eyes met mine. First, his jaw dropped, he made the girliest noise mankind had ever heard, covered his privates, then hid behind the pole of the shower head in the middle of the room.

"What the Hell Terra!" He yelled, his voice several pitches higher. He tried to make himself smaller behind the pole, but, it's Mason. He can't make himself smaller. "I'm naked! And you just stand there staring!"

"I liked the view." I replied smartly with a smirk. Mason was turning redder by the second.

"How long have you been there?" His voice echoed across the tile.

"About ten minutes." I said giddily. Oh my God. Mason, you've turned me into a school girl. It was silent for a couple minutes.

"I'm still naked." Mason broke the silence, just standing there, air drying. His hair was curling up at the ends because he hadn't combed through it.