Corrupting the Good Girl

Chapter Six

I woke up and went to breakfast. I could smell the heavenly aroma of my dads famous pancakes. They were so special because my dad was always out in the morning and hardly ever made breakfast. I sat on a bar stool on the kitchen counter. My mum walked up to me, gently brushed my hair behind my ear and gave my a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good morning sweetheart how did you..." she didn't finish her sentence. I slowly turned my eyes towards her afraid of the outcome: "honey.." she called to my dad, "come and have a look at this." I realized that her hand was still holding my hair behind my ear.

My dad stumbled in holding a spatula and wearing his 'Kiss the Cook' apron. He moved closer to me and said "It looks really nice, why didn't you tell us you got a piercing." I looked up at them both in complete shock. "Wait your not mad?" I asked still in total disbelief "No we think that t looks great" my mom added "We just wish you had told us. You know how I feel about trust in this family" I left the house happy: one less problem to deal with.

I totally ignored Mason the whole morning. Unfortunately he sits behind me in chemistry and being the annoying guy that he was insisted on getting my attention.

I stayed behind after school to finish my art piece. "That's really beautiful" a voice came from behind me, I looked up to see Mason, his large hands held my petit waist as we swayed slowly left and right. I could smell his masculine cologne and melted into him. he tilted his head and looked at my half done painting of a man sitting on a beach: he had grey hair and a sad smile as he read a piece of paper. The golden sand looked so realistic next to the not yet painted sea. "Who's that?" Mason asked me pointing to the old man sitting on a deep blue beach towel. "He's a man I met when I went to Greece last summer, he was there every day." I looked at the picture, a wave of memories washed over me. "He had just lost his wife, they letter he's reading is from her, he wouldn't let me read it but I know he really loved her." I looked up at Mason with my tear-glazed eyes. He smiled and made a face. I tried hard to resist laughing but I simply couldn't. I lifted up a paintbrush and drew a look ng pink line down his nose. I ducked away as he laughed, scooped a large hand full and attempted to smear it across my face. He grabbed a tub-full and began chasing me around the art room. Me giggling like a little girl and him covered in paint sliding as he followed after me.