Chapter 1: Dumping and Other Sorts...

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  "Shan, you should totally dump Mason already! It's been, like, 3 MONTHS!!" Dani whined. Dani and Linn, my best friends, were over for the night and I've been dwelling on the fact that maybe, just maybe, we (Mason and I) would get married and live happily ever after some day. 

  "Stop thinking about him!" Linn added. "It's not like you two are going to stay together forever. He's rich. All of them are playboys." 

  "We're rich too! Are you saying that I'm a flirt?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Can't they just SHUT UP? Big mouths :O

  Next, I dove under the covers and snuggled up, tired. I could hear them talking. But slowly, it got quiet and I drifted off to sleep.

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  Second day, 9am, me and my "gang" went shopping. My clothes were getting seriously outdated.!

  I bought an army green minidress from Guess, a denim dress from Max & Co, and "glass slippers" from D & C. Dani and Linn simply adored my clothes. But we made a pact NEVER to buy the same clothes as someone else. Make-up was fine, though. 

  We got Peach flavour from Yami Yogurt, low-fat of course, then headed back home. Well, for me, Mason picked me up so we went out. 

  Mason and I drove to another shopping mall. We caught a movie. Guess what, we held hands through the WHOLE thing!! We shared movie snacks too. 

  In the car, we made out when it was parked in the carpark. It started with kissing, then french, then finally he slipped his hand up my shirt. I love it when he does that. I feel, well, more secure. He has an ex-girlfriend, and I am pretty sure she still has feelings for him. NOT good. Too soon, we pulled away. It was 8pm and there was school the next day. (I actually didn't care) So Mason started driving.

  "Shan?" Mason called. 

  "Yeah?"

  "Would you feel ok if I, well... unhooked your..." He trailed off.

  "Um.. I guess?" I occupied myself with tying my hair into a loose chignon. He smiled warmly, "Cool." Right there and then, I knew he was going to try it. But it was fine, I mean, that means I would have completely finished second base :D

  I was right.

  Mason stopped just outside my house and started french-kissing me right away. My hands automatically slid around his neck to pull him closer. His hand slipped up my blouse once more. Later on, he put his other hand behind and unhooked my bra. But he made no attempt to touch me whatsoever. After it was over, I clicked my bra back into place and kissed Mason goodbye. He waved back. 

  When I stepped into the house, my mom was sitting on the couch and stoning. I know, i know, my parents are... weird? 

  "Oh you're back. Wait, why are you all flushed?" My mom looked at me awkwardly.

  "I am?" My hand immediately flew to my cheek. "Well, I..." I thought of an excuse. 

  "Spare me the details. Just make sure you two are not having se-" 

  "OK, OK mom!" I cut her off and rushed back up the stairs to my room. Parents can be SO embarrassing sometimes >< 

  My room isn't the grand room you'd think it is. It's the size of a primary school class room with a toilet and dressing table. I admit that my wardrobe is probably not normal size but REALLY, what kind of girl would I be if I didn't indulge in buying clothes? And shoes. And bags. And jewellery. And... all right, maybe it is a little teeny bit too much. STILL. I have a reputation to keep. Ok? 

  Anyway, Mason doesn't want to see me in a halter top with boyfriend shorts everyday does he? Or, even worse, all. covered. up. (I'm talking about my mom's choice of clothes) You won't want to either. So you can't blame me for being totally obssed with and addicted to buying new, flashy, designer wear. 

A/N: That's it for this chapter!!! :D I hope it's long enough :) And to a certain friend, here's the car scene ;) So what do you think about Shanna? Mason? Dani and Linn? XD Dedicated to my friend Danielle, for letting me use her name! haha. I'm not sure if she LET me but yeah :)))

Till the next upload, 

Charlotte<3

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