"Oh my god, Mason you're bleeding!" I was, and a lot too. I look back at the 'once was' a glass table on floor and saw little puddles of blood where I was laying.
"Damn, that was my mothers coffee table" I giggle. Rowan doesn't look like she thought my joke was worth a laugh.
"Mason, be serious! We need to get you to a hospital! You're losing a lot of blood!" She's cute when she's worried.
"ArE YOu EVeN LisTEnInG To mE?!" I can't help but laugh at the way she's flailing her arms around.
"I'm fine, Rowley Poley, I just need to clean up the scar" I start walking towards the bathroom and she follows. Rowan walks in before me grabbing the First Aid kit and handing it to me before taking a seat on the counter.
(Okay now it's back to Rowan's point of view)
I hand him the First Aid kit. I don't really know why I followed him into the bathroom. Mason takes his shirt off and I'm not sure what I should be more surprised about.
~A.The fact that he has pieces of glass in his side.
~B.The fact that he's putting them out with his fingers.
~C. The fact that in the last 20 years, Mason's body has hella upgraded.
I look away, biting my lip to keep it from smiling. I can't help but admire him. I almost forgot that he had a huge gushing wound on his rids.
"Mason, I think you need stitches" the cut looks pretty deep. Im not one the be squeamish. With all the horror movies I watch, nothing really triggers me...except clowns...fuck clowns.
Mason ignores me and continues to bandage himself. I watch as his muscles flex while he wraps the bandages around his body. As much as the sight is beautiful, I can tell he is struggling so I hop of the counter and walk over to help him. He doesn't say anything, he just hands me the bandages and turns to face me. I hesitate, not knowing if I should tell him he bandaged it wrong or just take it off and do it myself. Me thoughts are interrupted by his deep voice.
"Im sorry"
"What?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect him to come here. I just was pissed that he hurt you" he admits. Why is he apologizing to me? He's the one with a permanent scar across his body. He's the one who has to explain to his mother why her house warming gift to him is now in a trillion pieces. He's the one who just got in a fight with an asshole of a person... because of me. This is all my fault. Im the one who should be apologizing.
"I-you-you didn't" why aren't the words coming out?
"I'm not even sure why I did it. I lost it I guess" I get lost in his dimpled grin. Without even thinking I raised my hand and placed it on his cheek the same way he did to me what seems like forever ago. At first he's hesitant. I feel almost humiliated by the action so I slowly take my hand away, but he grabs my arm and places it back on his face. His jaw was hard like stone but warm. I don't notice him getting closer until I feel his breath hit my face. Its mixed with mint and mangos, a smell that reminds me of the smoothies we used to get on our way home from school. If he gets any closer I might lose it. I can't kiss him, he is my best friend.
"Please be the pizza this time" he grovels and turns around, leaving the bathroom. Did the door bell ring? I didn't even notice. My feet rushed to the door before my mind catches up to it. I'm afraid to know what'll happen if it is Holden again.
"I'll get it" I tell him before going to open the door. He says nothing but continues to follow close behind me. I open the door to what seems like a high school girl holding a box with one hand. I sigh in relief and hear Mason do the same behind me. The girls eyes dart directly towards Mason. It takes me a minute to remember he is standing shirtless with loose bloody bandes wrapped around his torsos. Im not sure if her shocking expression is because of the blood or his body. My cheeks flush as I take a step in front of him. The girls eyes blinks repeatedly and she shakes her head a little to snap herself out of it.
