Fighting On

T H I R T E E N

Mason (in the image)

Home sweet home, I unlock the door, to the house that hasn't been lived in for a while, and breathe in the scent of familiarity. Alec doesn't want complicated, and unfortunately for him, I am. He doesn't see us long-term and he made it quite clear. 

Do I sound like an annoyed fourteen-year-old? Yes. Do I care right  now? No.

I'm done with meaningless relationships, and want something real. High hopes for an eighteen-year-old. I throw my bag onto the table top, and struggle to push thoughts of him away, however I can't get his blue orbs out of my mind. He hurt me, yet my thoughts won't let him go.

I run up quickly to my room and flop on my bed, happy to be embraced by its warm fabric. A distraction, exactly what I need. I jump up quickly and stumble down the stairs to grab my bag and retrieve my phone. 

And there it sits face up on the counter.

A fucking note. Another one.

"Guess what! I don't care, I'm not scared of you, I know you are probably not here anymore but watch me throw this note in the garbage disposal!" I shout into the air, and not bothering to even read the tacky note, I chuck it into the garbage disposal in the sink. Suck on that.

Feeling happy about getting rid of it, I continue my search for my phone, however it's not in my bag, or any of my pockets. I swear to god if I left it at Alec's house...

An hour later.

"You are not forgiven, I'm just grabbing my phone!" I shout as I unlock the apartment. However as I open the door, Alec, and someone else are standing right there in the lounge, and looking like they are arguing.

The veins in both their necks looking like they are about to explode, and glares thrown both ways along with some questionable words. As I stand frozen in the doorway, both of their heads snap in my direction instantly.

 The similarities are striking, both have blue eyes and a similar shade of hair, along with cheek bones carved by the gods.

"I just came to get my phone..." I say trailing off, staring wide-eyed at the scene unravelling before me. They are brothers, they have to be. Striking resemblance, although Alec has never mentioned anything about having siblings. Never. Their hands which were in fists both soften, as well as Alec's eyes. However, the strangers eyes remain hard and aggravated.

"It's fine Scarlett." He never calls me Scarlett, Lettie? Yes. Lettuce? Yes. Red? Yes. He only ever calls me Scarlett when he is angry.

"This is my brother who was just leaving." He continues nudging the man who couldn't be more than nineteen towards the door.

"Woah, Alec, at least let me introduce myself." He says cockily with a smirk. I already don't like him.

"I'm Mason, Alec's older and wiser, brother." He says raising my hand and placing a kiss upon the top, like we were in the 1800's. I hesitantly pull my hand away and feel a blush stain my cheeks. I with it wasn't  there but I couldn't help it.

He's smirk never swayed and he continues analysing me. I feel naked as his eyes wash over my body and he studies my face, studying my  green eyes, entranced by the looks of it.

"Scarlett." I say, introducing myself wearily.

"Well I'm just going to grab my phone." I say awkwardly slipping into the other room and away from the thick tension between brothers. As I'm making my way back to the other room to leave, I hear them talking. Everything in me says to not listen, but ignoring my inner conscience, I eavesdrop.