Good Luck Hiding

Chapter 9

A/N Yo, Yo, yo. What's poppin'? XD... Sorry. Anywaqy, it's been a while since I've updated this one. I'm almost to 300 views *victory dance*. I started a new book called Somewhere New. It would mean a lot if you all read it! This chapter is deticated to my friends Lexi and Colt(hehe. He let's me call him Cole). If you guys are reading this, I LOVE YOU BITCHES!!

Mason's POV (A/N trying this in first person..)

  I couldn't sleep. I know I need it but I can't. Every since Priscilla hugged me.. I don't know. I've had this feeling in my stomach that makes me sick. I can't put my finger on what it is. Guilt..? No. There's no way. I've never, ever felt guilty about something. Well... Except my mom, of course. When I close my eyes I see her mom's blood then I see me as a little boy crying in my bed..

 I never expected Cil to "not hate me" that quick. I look at the clock and see it says 11:30. I should get going. I get up and grab the bags I packed this afternoon. I put them in the trunk of my mustang. I drive to Cole's house in silence.

When I get there I knock on the door and Cil answers. In nothing but an over sized T shirt.... I rake my eyes over her body and she clears her throat. I look back up at her.

"Mason. Come in." She says, opening the door. I nod and walk in.

"I thought you were supposed to be ready. Where's Cole?"

"Sleeping. I am ready. I just have to put sweats on." I nod and sit on the couch. She disappears in Cole's room and comes out a minute later wearing pants *sigh* and a grumpy looking Cole comes out. HE gives me a sleepy wave.

"Man, can you put a shirt on?" He smirks and Cil wraps her arms around him from behind.

"Mase, I know he's sexy but come on. Quit checking him out. He's mine." She says. I make a disgusted face and she cracks up.

"Whatever. Come on, let's hit the road." I reply. Cil starts singing Hit the road, Jack and I smirk.

"Alright, give us like five minutes okay?" Cole says.

"Well, I'm heading out. I'll see you guys in San Diego, alright?" they nod.

"I'll walk you out." Cil says. I furrow my brows but nod. We walk to my car in complete awkward silence and I get in. I clear my throat.

"Alright, well, I'll uh, I'll see ya Cil." I say as I start the car.

"Listen, just so we're clear- I'm giving you a chance. You killed my mother and I'll probably never forgive you for that but.. I understand. You were trying to save your ass. I don't know why you just dropped your defences back at the apartment-"

"Cil, I get it. It's fine. I'm not asking you to trust me. Just let me prove to you that I'm not all bad and I am loyal." She clears her throat and hesitantly nods. Then she puts her hand in my window, gesturing for me to shake it.

"Friends?" I smile and take her hand. I feel her squeeze a little. I nod.

"Friends." I'll see you around, Cil." She waves and I roll my windows up. I see her eye my car before I leave and smirk. I love my car. It's a '75 Ford mustang Cobra. There are perks of having a father who runs the most feared gang in San Francisco. He got it for me five years ago for my sixteenth birthday. He gave it to me as a rusted piece of crap and I restored it to the beauty it is today. It's white with blue race stripes. I put and amazing stereo and cleaned the leather seats. 

I popped a Pink Floyd CD in the player and Money blasted through the car. I tapped the steering wheel and even sang along a little bit. I stopped the car at a red light and looked at my surroundings. I was in a pretty ghetto part of the city but it was the only way to get to the high way. I looked to my left and saw a liquor store. There was a sketchy looking alley, but maybe that was only because it was now one o'clock in the morning. I squinted and saw two shadows in the alley. I don't know why but something drew me to go see what was going on. I pulled into the parking lot of the run down liquor store and grabbed my gun from the glove box.