Together We Fight *Major Editing*

Chapter 16 (Edited)

"Mason, move your fat ass over." He winked tauntingly at me and leaned further across my body with a satisfied smirk on his lips before peering out at all the scantily dressed women as they spread out and covered almost every inch of sand on the beach. "You're worse than a damn child." I hissed venomously, flexing my fingers slowly as he continued to press me against the car door with his muscular body.

The urge to slap that damn smirk off his lips was so unbelievably strong that I almost gave in. I think if I used a steel chair or maybe a really, really thick book it would be quite effective.

Okay, now I know that I sound more than slightly crazy right now but I swear on Tyler Hoechlin's life that I'm not.

And Mason just irks me so that definitely doesn't help my 'I'm not a sadistic crazy person' argument. It's a specific reaction to the ignorant moron who's basically laid across my lap right at this moment.

Ari snickered from the other side of the backseat and watched in amusement as I was basically smothered to death by the buffoon. "Guys, cut it out. We're almost there." Micheal glanced at us in the rear view mirror with clear dissaproval in his expression as I shifted and shoved the infuriating asshole roughly, he didn't even budge one bit.

Is he made of bricks or something?

"You know, buttercup, all of this-" He gestured down to his body, "-awesomeness and unbelievable hotness right here is pure muscle. Not fat."

Right, I know that most guys are pretty stupid when it comes down to it, but Mason takes it to a whole other level of unbelievable stupidity. I'm not even kidding.

"You'll be pure bruises and broken bones once I'm done with you, Woods." I muttered before placing the palm of my hand on his forehead and shoving him backwards, away from the glass window in an attempt to get the moron off my lap. Jess and Ariana tried to stifle their laughter as I struggled beneath the imbecile, he still didn't budge.

He pressed against me harder and his smirk widened impossibly further, his gleaming teeth showing slightly. "Kinky. I like it." I grinded my teeth so hard they actually hurt, trying to smother the intense urge to throw him out the window straight into oncoming traffic. "Though I didn't exactly take you as the kinky type, buttercup."

"Right, that is it!" I yelled and slapped the side of his head with as much force as I could while being trapped in the tiny backseat of Micheals car. Ari was the first to burst out laughing as he cradled his head slightly, Jess soon followed after as he let out a small groan and opened his mouth to speak.

"We're here!" Micheal announced loudly, no doubt trying to stop our fighting. At his words I practically ripped the door open and fell onto the heated sidewalk with a sigh of relief as I escaped the tiny space.

The sound of car doors shutting sounded behind me and a hand wrapped around my waist as I straightened my skirt slightly then another from the other side, I turned to see my best friends grinning like little devils at me as I shifted my top so that my boobs weren't falling out. "Why are you both smiling like that? What are you up to now?"

They shared a look that immediately made me suspicious, "Nothing." They chirped in unison.

Yeah, right...

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"You're very aggressive today, buttercup." I looked up for a fraction of a second as I leaned back against the hot car and continued to rifle through my small backpack. Maybe if I ignore him he'll leave me alone, "And rude." ...or maybe not.

I huffed slightly as I felt his eyes on me and pulled out my grey aviator sunglasses from the very bottom of the bag with a fair bit of effort. In my perephial vision I saw him lean against the car beside me with a lazy grin on his lips, the cool breeze ruffled his hair gently as he looked at me expectantly. "I'm ignoring you." He didn't move, just kept staring. "That means that I don't want to talk to you."

He completely disregarded my words, acting as if I hadn't even spoken at all. "Hmmm, is it that time of month again, buttercup? Is that the reason for your more than slightly angry behaviour?" I clenched my hand around the sunglasses in my grip, the urge to slap him resurfaced lightening quick and it was just as tempting as before but an idea entered my head in seconds.

I shoved back the anger and forced a sugar sweet smile onto my face, he watched with a slightly worried expression as I peered up at him through my eyelashes. "No, Mason, it's not. But you wanna know something?"

He folded his tanned, muscled arms across his broad chest, "...What?"

"You're the one that's going to be bleeding today." My voice sounded sweet but my threat sounded extremely real.

Good.

His smile became less prominent on his face as my smile dissolved in an instant and a glare soon replaced it. "Oh, and I have something else for you." My boot clad foot shot out before he could even register what I was doing and connected with his shin, he instantly keeled over and sucked in a breath sharply as he grabbed his leg, a muffled curse of pain fell from his lips moments later.

"What the hell was that for?!" I shrugged one of my shoulders and slipped my aviators on, he glared at me with his mouth srunched up in pain.

I smirked in satisfaction at the light bruise that was slowly but surely developing on the front of his shin, "The kick was because I felt like it. Oh and don't assume that just because a girl's mad that she's on her period, some people like you just make other people like me mad."

He grumbled something unintelligible before straightening to his full height again. "Noted." I nodded in satisfaction and turned away from him to see our friends as they stood in line to get an ice cream each from the colourful van parked down the road from us.

I slung one of the straps of my bag over my shoulder, "Right, let's go meet this guy then."