Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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Right when I was determined to stay far, far away from Mason and have a good ol' time with other people in an attempt to forget about him, they had to pull this stunt on me! Fuck you, Mason, fuck you, Jackson, and fuck you too, Harriet, while we're at it—just for the heck of it. I didn't understand why she was helping him anyway! I thought she'd be angry, or upset, at least.
Well, she probably was. She was probably very upset because her boyfriend had cheated on her... Poor Harriet.
I reluctantly let Jackson drag me away—where, I didn't know, but he didn't really seem to know, either, because we'd only walked about thirty feet when he said, "Help, I'm lost."
"Good."
"Hey, come on, tell me. Where do we go?"
"I don't even know where Mason is currently, so we might as well give up already. Mission failed, boohoo, let's go home."
He gave me a look.
"I know you wanna go back to Nazy," I said.
His eyes went narrow with suspicion.
"Speaking of, is she even your girlfriend yet?"
He pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes even more, as if trying to hold in a fart. (Knowing Jackson, that's exactly what it felt like) It was obvious he wanted to talk about Nazy, but he knew that my issues were more important, sadly.
Still, I tried once more, "Have you two had sex yet?"
"No!" he yelled, raising his hands at me. "Now shut up! I'll just call Mason and ask him where he is, asshole."
I rolled my eyes while he grabbed his phone and dialed his brother's phone number. It looked like it took Mason a while to gather the courage to pick up (I was not surprised) because Jackson had to call him twice before he answered.
"Where are you?" Jackson asked immediately, and after a pause, "Just tell me where you are! Ugh, I hate both of you." He let out a frustrated sigh so deep it was almost like a growl. "Yes, I'm with Kenny and— Fuck, he hung up."
"Check Snapchat," I said.
"What?"
"He always forgets to turn off his location."
Mason was in his room, and to my surprise, he actually opened the door when Jackson banged his fist on it. My so called 'best friend' immediately pushed me inside and said, "There you go. Personal delivery. An emotionally damaged Kenny, as promised."
I didn't look at Mason, but I could see from the corner of my eye that he just stood there and stared at his younger brother.
"You fucking owe me, bro," Jackson said.
"I... Um. Alright."
When Jackson closed the door behind him, I finally looked up at Mason, hating my own heart for jumping in my chest and my stomach for flipping, fooling me into thinking I was still happy to see him. Seriously... what the fuck. I hated it.
