Consequences of a Party (1)

-20- Revelations and Cupcakes

Mason woke early the next day, finally sneaking away from Ben and heading out the door. He wanted to leave for a bit. To just get away. He felt so conflicted with himself. 

So, Mason left to get some cupcakes. He may not be pregnant, but his emotions were still haywire, and they wanted cupcakes.

The little bell above the bakery door tinkles as Mason walks through it. He quickly takes a seat down at the front, pulling a random stool up by the glass cabinet.

Scanning the selection, he spots caramel cupcakes Bryan most likely made, obviously a fresh batch. A row of butterfly cakes also sit in a pretty row, dusted with icing sugar.

Mason's stomach grumbles.

"Hey Mace!" Bryan cheerfully greets as he walks to the counter from the back, flour along his arms.

Mason weakly smiles in return, pointing at both the caramel and the butterfly cakes. Bryan, rolling his eyes, places them on a little plate, Mason's usual stack of blue napkins accompanying them.

"What's up with you?" Bryan's brows furrow.

Mason shrugs, popping one of the butterfly wings into his mouth.

"Shitty week." 

"Right~" Bryan drawls, rolling his eyes yet again.

"You been to any parties recently?" Mason tries to strike up conversation, picking at his cupcakes.

"You still have that party on your mind?" Bryan sounds a little confused.

Mason doesn't blame him.

"I guess so? It's more complicated now..." Mason shrugs, avoiding his friend's eyes.

Bryan leans against the counter, chin propped up by a fist,

"What happened to change it? It was over a month ago."

Mason pauses. Should he just say it? No, no he couldn't.

"I... I got sick..."

Bryan raises a brow.

"Sick?"

"You don't want to know..." Mason groans, "Do you know any more about what happened that night?" Mason pleads, shoving the cupcake in his mouth.

Bryan purses his lips, shaking his head no, "I only know as much as I told you last time."

Mason takes a big breath, blowing it out his lips. Here goes nothing,

"I slept with Ben."

Bryan freezes, his face blank for all but two seconds before his eyes blow wide and his mouth drops open. Quite a sight really. 

"You what?"

Mason winces. Saying it out loud made it worse. Made it even more real then it already was.

"What the- How the hell did that happen?" Bryan tries to keep his voice down.

Mason rubs a hand down his face, the caramel cupcake long forgotten.

"I don't know! I don't remember a lot. Just.... bits and pieces--" Very lewd bits and pieces...

"Holy crap Mason! What the hell mate!"

Mason bites his lip, "I know. I know its fucked up, but you know me! I get... rowdy at parties... I swear I wouldn't purposely fuck my friend. It- it just... happened!"

"Wait, at Mark's party? Which was like, over a month ago?"

Now they both look confused.

"That's what we were talking about, yeah?" Masons stretches out.

Bryan leans back, blinking.

"Mace... Ben was the one to take you home."

Mason stops, halting his speech about being a shit friend, frowning.

"Huh?"

"He pulled you off the table and got me to call a cab for you two," Bryan frowns, "You couldn't have slept with him. He would have pulled you off before you got too... much."

Mason's the one to blink this time.

"You sure you didn't just... make it up? Somehow?"

Mason thinks back, he  really can't remember much. Only the buzz of the alcohol and the loud music that thumped through your whole body. He remembered laughing at something, wrapping his arms around someone. Kissing someone, touching.... 

If Ben was aware of what was going on... he couldn't have been that drunk. Which means that he knew all along what he was doing... He knew.

"Th-that means he-"

Silence.

"Mace," Bryan speaks slowly, "Don't just assume that he... that- that, happened. Ben was the one to take you home I swear, but maybe you just... found someone else along the way. He wouldn't do that to you."

"There wasn't anyone else Bryan. Fuck sake," Mason was angry.

His best friend lied to him! Pretended he had no fucking idea what was going on! He was hugging Mason just last night, letting him bawl his eyes about how stupid he was, how much of an idiot he is, and Ben didn't say a word!

Mason didn't even remember what happened properly, meaning Ben....

"What, the fuck." Mason states, anger rumbling in his chest at the realisation washing over him.

"Calm down." Bryan whispers, eyeing a customer who gives them a strange look.

"What, the actual fuck. He took a-advantage of me, while I was drunk! What the fuck? And he didn't care to mention it to me?"

Bryan leans over the counter to grab the shoulder of Mason, sending him a warning glance as the customer frowns at the language, turning back to stirring their drink.

"Tone it down!" he whisper-shouts.

"Bryan, my best friend took advantage of me! He knew! This whole time and I have been stressing my fucking brain out! All the hospital trips and then today! Fucking last night? He didn't say anything!"

"Last night? What happened last night?"

Mason stands from his stool, ignoring Bryan's question, and throwing loose change from his pocket onto the bench. 

His head hurt, his chest hurt, he didn't even know how to react. Ben knew. Ben knew this whole time and didn't even care. He could have had an STD and Ben wouldn't have said anything. Molten lava sits in his chest from the sheer hurt he felt from the situation. The anger! 

"Fuck!" He screams once he enters the car, hands death gripping the wheel.

"Fuck you Benjamin! Fuck you! " He screams, smashing his hands on the wheel. The horn blaring through the car park.

His face was red, his stomach was cramping, and he just found out that his best friend was a fucking liar. 

Turning the key, he makes his way out of the parking lot and down the road. He wasn't heading home yet. He didn't want to see his face.

His so called, friend took advantage of him.

And he didn't know what to do about it.

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Edited-ish.