Me, Myself, and You

Chapter 19

Ashley 

"What the fuck is she doing?" I whispered into Mason's ear. 

"I don't know, she's not my friend." he looks amused while he stares at Melony on the roof of our school. 

I would be scared for her, but Melony has a phobia of dying so there's no way she will get any close to the edge. She sways her hips to 'Hips Don't Lie', I rub my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming. I hear some guys whistle, girls slut shamming her, and woo's and whoop's. Mason tugs my hand and we make our way through the crowd. 

I pull the motorcycle helmet over my head, "We're going to my house first right?" 

He gives a curt nod while the engines blare. 

We are leaving for L.A. and I'm pumped. Ok, maybe not the best way to express my emotions. I'm nervous, excited, scared, and confused. Confused? I don't know, I'm just ready to get out of here. 

When Mason drops me off, I text Melony to make sure she ok. Her reply was : jabfndfb. Yep she's definitely drunk. 

My throw my suitcase down the stairs and wait for Mason, but literally right once my foot hits the  last stair the doorbell rings.

"Wow, you're actually ready." he looks proud of me, and honestly I'm proud of myself. 

I give him the finger, "Where is your stuff?" 

He points his thumb outside of the house and grabs my suitcase. What a gentleman... SNAP OUT OF IT. 

"Oh my god!" I run up to the red classic convertible. I turn back to look at Mason, "Is this yours?!" 

He simply nods and throws (literally) my suitcase in the back next to his. 

Mason twists the volume up playing "Indian summer". I steal a peak at him and his crazy hair flying everywhere. I just wanna touch it... 

"Ah! What are you doing?" he flicks my hand away from his hair. 

I cross my arms offended,  I can touch whoever's hair I wanna touch. I make a hfmp noise and face out towards the palm trees. 

The sun is already lowering and there's a perfect gold shimmer to everything. I literally live for moments like these. The music is suddenly lowered. 

"I wish I knew you sooner..." 

There's an awkward silence between us. I would respond I just don't know how, I mean what does that supposed to mean?  

He could tell I was confused, "I just wish you didn't have to be part of you know-" 

"A gang." It's weird for me to say it all the time. Honestly it hasn't bothered me as much. Brian doing most of the work for me just that all the money coming in is coming to me. But I give Brian 50% because I don't do anything. I look at Mason and shrug. 

"Eh, it's not like I'm doing anything. Honestly I'm just glad I have people who will help me out with it." He looks at me and back at the road as if he is taking in what I just said. 

"I know, it's just dangerous. I don't want you involved with that." 

Does he actually care for me? 

He uses his right hand and squeezes my hand and I smile. 

Am I catching feelings for Mason?  

I hope not...