Le Petite Rose

seven || Rose

For this chapter listen to Loving Is Easy by Rex Orange Country

Today I was successful in not seeing Mason. 

Not that I tried to avoid him at every cost by taking the long way around the school to avoid literally running into him for the fourth day in a row. I also didn't use my height and the crowds as an advantage whenever I did see him by quickly pushing through the steady stream with my books on my head for extra precaution. 

I would never do such a thing.

Maybelle took a day off for whatever reason so it was easier to avoid him without Maybelle being loud and calling attention to us. Not that I was avoiding him, as I've established. 

I caught the bus home and unlocked the door after checking the garage for cars and realising there wasn't any, indicating that I'm home alone. After putting my bag in my room, I immediately strip to just my undergarments and close all the blinds in my house. I turn on the speaker and my Apple Music, putting the music on shuffle. I start to dance into the kitchen as I make myself some toast. 

I'm so investing in making sure my toast doesn't burn and my skilful dancing, that I don't hear as a car pulls up in the driveway. The music stops for a second and I check my phone for the notification that pops up in my messages from my Mother. 

Mother: Nous allons au vi maison à 5 (we are going to be home at 5)

By we, I assume she means both her and Dad, they're probably doing more renovations. 

Me: d'accord (okay)

I put down my phone after locking it and hear the faint sound of knocking on my door. I dance over to the door, thinking that it's just Maybelle. 

I open the door which reveals Mason. "Do you prefer turkeys or chickens?" he says, with no context. 

I stand there confused, "Go away, Mason," I say, already closing the door. 

"Wait!" he almost screeches as I go to slam the door in his face. I stop momentarily, waiting for him to continue. He doesn't say anything but he sticks his hand through the small cracks in the door, revealing a McDonalds bag. 

I open the door, "Welcome." 

"Thanks," he says, warily stepping in and looking around until he looks at me with wide eyes. My own swirling with confusion. He opens his mouth to say something but stops as his demeanour goes back to normal. "Is-um-is something burning?" 

Now it's time for my eyes to widen as I practically bolt to the kitchen to see that my toast hadn't popped and was left to burn in the toaster. I groan in frustration as I manually pop the toast up and whine as I take the burnt toast the bin, burning my fingers in the process. I see that Mason followed me into the kitchen and has happily sat at the island bench stools while laughing at me. 

"It's a good thing that I bought food then," he says, still laughing. "Also," he continues, "you aren't wearing any clothes." 

I look down at myself and then back up at him to see that he's calmly unpacking the Maccas' bag of it's contents. He looks up at my face to gage my reaction and surely isn't disappointed when he notices that my shoulders up are completely red. "I like this and all, your current state I mean, but you should probably cover up so your not as tomato-y," he suggests, still in a calm state as he motions to my body.

I'm frozen on the spot and as much as I want to move, I don't trust him to not look as I walk away. "Ju-just don't," I take a few deep breaths as I begin to move from my place as he takes a few fries and eats them slowly, a shit-eating grin on his face as he props his head up with his hand on the island bench.