Ashley
"I didn't even get anything." I hit my head against the car chair.
"Mason is a dick, don't get upset over him." he looks at me and smiles. It makes me feel a little bit better. He pulls into a In and Out drive through.
"He said I ditched him, did I?" he stops and grabs my hand.
"No he's overreacting."
So then why did he seem actually hurt? Why did he seem so mad?
"Dean, please drop me off at his place."
"Now?"
I nod my head yes, "I'll meet up with you later."
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It's just a door Ashley. Put your fist on it and knock, how hard could that be?
I knocked, and knocked, and knocked. I started to irritated, maybe he just wasn't home. Fuck it.
I opened the door and the house was quiet. The couch was empty and so was the kitchen, expect for the various amount of beer bottles. All the doors were opened but Mason's door was closed.
I opened up the door quietly and stepped one foot inside. Beer smells and pizza fill my nose, the room was dirty and clothes scattered the floor. Mason was on the bed, face down only in boxers.
I walked over to the bed and sat down. I felt his whole body jerk up and his eyes pierced the back of my head. My eyes stared at a spot at a wall where it was stained with beer and below it, glass was shattered.
In a low, raspy voice he growled, "Get the fuck out."
I should be scared, I should be running away. That would what I would have done 4 months ago. But I sat there letting his anger grow. Was it the best idea? No...Probably not, but I felt somewhat bad for ditching him.
"Tell me how I ditched you, because I really don't understand Mason." I looked at him but his head was down.
"You went out with your little boy toy, I followed to make sure you were ok. Remember what he did?!" he starting to get furious but the more he is the more I'm getting calmer.
"YOU were the one who brought a girl over. WE were the one who was supposed to have a movie night. It wasn't fair to me, and it wasn't fait to you that I left you."
There was silence, but I knew his mind was buzzing with thoughts. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing. I knew there was nothing. Why did you let yourself get so attached to Mason out of all people? I got up from his bed and walked away. Walked away from him.
"Wait...Ash."
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Me, Myself, and You
Teen FictionAshley is the perfect girl, pretty and smart. Mason is the bad boy, player, and scary. Will their love sotry be cliché, or completely messed up?