Chapter. 3 (pov. of Mason)

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"He, he cheated on me. This time with...with Katelyn" with every word she says I see her break more and more. Holden, that son of a bitch. I warned her when she first started talking to him that I had a bad feeling about him. This isn't the first time he has hurt her, I don't know why she keeps going back to him. I hope I never have to see him again in my life. I swear I won't able to keep myself from bashing his face in. "How could anyone do something like that to someone they claim to love" she brings her knees up to her chest, putting her face between them and wrapping her arms around. I scoot closer to her taking both her legs and placing them on my lap. I don't usually do these types of things to comfort her, but I can tell she needs this. I just can't sit back and watch her fall to pieces.

Rowan looks at me with her eyes still red and puffy. A small smile curves the ends of her lips. All I can think about is kissing them. Thats all I ever think about. I feel myself looking back and forth from her lips to her eyes. She does this to me, she makes me want her. She makes me want to keep her close and not let anyone or anything hurt her. Why can't I just tell her? I could have told her multiple times in the past. The words never find their way out. Would I be wrong to tell her now? Right after her heart has been broken. What if I tell her and it ruins our friendship. I can't tell her now, not now when she needs me here to be her friend. Im always her friend. My thoughts are cut by the door bell ringing.

"Pizza is h-here" I say slowly, looking away. I grab my wallet and leave the room taking a deep breath. I get to the door and immediately regret opening it.

"Is Rowan here?" Holden, he picked the wrong time to show up. I clench my hands around the door knob trying to restrain myself.

"No" I grit through my teeth. I start to close the but he pushes it back open. Who the fuck does this guy think he is?

"Come on Mason, I know she's here. I just need to talk to her"

"As deaf as you are stupid. She clearly doesn't want to talk to you, now leave before you make it worse " he completely ignores me and budges his way into my house. Again, the fuck does he think he is.

"Rowan! Rowan please! I just want to talk!" I've had enough, without thinking I shove him hard.

"Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my house screaming like that, get the fuck out!" As expected he trys to come back at me but I swing first, connecting with his jaw. He stumbles back a little, wiping away the little bit of blood coming from his mouth before swinging back at me. A sharp pain stings my cheek and I fumble backwards. I don't notice him tackle me until I feel the contact in my stomach. My back hits the glass table behind me and immediately shatters. He punches me across the cheek again. I kick him off of me then get up to swing again.

"Stop" I barley even notice Rowan standing by the couch. "Stop!" She yells a little louder. "I SAID STOP IT YOU TWO!" both of us pause. The room goes silent, only our heavy breathing being heard.

"Row" mason starts to walk towards her but she takes a step back. I pull him back as well. "Get the fuck off of me!" I slowly let go. "Rowan, if you just-"

"Leave, just leave Holden. It's over, we're over, so leave"

"Row" his face although swollen looks worried. Why the hell is he worried, shit he should be worried about rather or not we'll walk out or be thrown out.

"You heard her" he turns around to me and his face goes from worried to annoyed. Without another word he walks out the door. Previously shattered glass crunching beneath his boots. The door slams and I half expected Rowan to start screaming at me personally. Instead she walks up to me slowly and inspects my face. I must look pathetic. Suddenly I feel something warm against my ribs. I look down at my side, a darked smudge is stretched across my stomach. "Oh shit" I mumble to myself. Rowan's face seems confused until she looks down as well.

"Oh my god, Mason you're bleeding!"

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