Chapter Six
Mason Parker
Before the Incident
I watched Courtney Vega out of the corner of my eyes and smirked wickedly. She sat in the front of the classroom with her down staring at the piece of paper in front of her. Her hair slid off her shoulder forming a curtain between us and for a second there I wanted to reach out and run my hand through those soft, silky locks.
Oh babe, you have no idea what I have in mind.
“Why are you staring at her,” Oscar asked leaning forward placing his head on my left shoulder as he stared at the direction of Vega. “You look like you’re going to eat her up, bro, and that image, itself, is very disturbing.”
I pulled my elbow back making contacting with his ribs and he jumped back in pain. “Dude not the chest. I’ve got to show the ladies the sexy abs.”
“Like you have one.”
He placed his hand over his chest feigning hurt. “You hurt my ego, Diddle Bob.”
I ignored him as the substitute walked into the class with her arms loaded with notebooks and papers. The notebooks landed onto the desk with a loud thump as some of the papers dropped onto the floor flying in almost every direction. “She’s cute,” Oscar muttered in my ear as the substitute leaned down showing off some cleavage. “Correction: she’s frickin’ sexy.”
His eyes followed wherever the teacher went and licked his lips as she bent down even more. “Seriously—,” I started readying to slap my hand over his eyes when I heard someone muttered, “Perverts.”
We turned our heads to the front of the room to catch Vega shooting us death glares. I opened my mouth to defend myself when she got up from her desk and picked up the remaining papers off the floor handing it back to the teacher.
“She officially labeled us as perverts,” he whispered in my ear and flashed the substitute looked up blushing.
“She’s five times your age,” I pointed out, but he shrugged throwing his hands behind his head as he leaned back into his seat.
“She’s hot,” he remarked. “and she’s not five times my age because that would put her in the eighties.”
I clapped my hands giving him a mocking smile. “Bravo, man. You can finally do math. So maybe you will ace Algebra this year after repeating that class for three times,” I said sarcastically. I didn’t know how he can fail Algebra three times in a row even with extra tutoring.
He narrowed his eyes and placed a pen behind his ear. “Change of subject: what are you going to do with Court?”
“So you’re on nickname basis with her?”
“You jealous?”
I snickered. “Why would I be?”
He smiled victoriously leaning forward. “Because there’s finally this one girl that is immune to your charms and could punch the living heck out of you,” he said as if he had just won the lottery. “Boy, this is going to be fun. She’s something, Mase. Even you got to admit that.”
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