I walked up to my locker. Oh god, I forgot the combination. "12-34-20." I whispered to myself, "damn it." I whispered. I didn't want to start my first day with a visit to the guidance counselors office but there seemed to be no other option. I walked down to the office, as I peered in there was Mason, sifting in a chair by the desk. "Mr. Reynolds I can't keep bending the rules for you to eat your lunch in the library so you can be alone. It's your senior year, why don't you try talking to people this year." Mrs. Rodriguez said as she sat down in her swivel chair, her tan legs crossed as she stared at him. "I know I should it's just harder than I thought. I don't like very many people here. They're all..." he searched for the right word, "immature?" She asked. "Yeah.. I hate it." He said looking down at his lap. "Oh hold that thought." She said noticing me in the doorway. I awkwardly smiled. "Hey, I just forgot my locker combo." I said walking into the room. "Ah, just one moment miss Lindon." She said as she walked into the file room. I sat down beside a nervous mason. "Hey, you can sit with me at lunch I'd love to see you." I smiled. He looked excited but confused. A small smile crept across his face. "Um, I uh. I would like that." He smiled. "Good." I smiled. He was weird, clearly terrified of people. But there was something about him I just genuinely enjoyed. He was very different from the other guys here. He was quiet, not full of himself, he didn't care what people thought of him, but he also cared to not be rude to people. He was a quiet, good guy. That was attractive to me. All I ever attracted were mean jocks and geeky guys with no sense of hygiene. "Thanks." He said, no stutter or anything. "Of course!" I smiled big. "Here you are, don't lose it!" She smiled handing me my locker combination on a sticky note. "Thank you! I'll see you later, Mason." I smiled as I walked away. I got to my locker and put in my combo, as I put away my bag, and dug through for my textbook for first period, I heard someone breathing close to me, I turned and there stood my ex boyfriend, Nathan. "What do you want?" I asked looking down into my bag. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I know I was wrong please, Maddie just don't hate me anymore." He said as he rubbed my shoulder. "Let go of me! Nobody here needs to know what happened it doesn't matter." I snapped suddenly facing him. "I know, I know. But please forgive me! Wait what do you mean it doesn't matter?" He asked, I rolled my eyes. "It isn't going to matter soon." I said putting my books away. "What.. you're getting rid of it?" He asked. "I'm not having anything to do with you. I don't want to share a life with you. I can't do that! You're awful! You're mean to people, for what reason, Nathan? Because you're better? How and why?! What gives you the right to take my virginity and three other girls all in our class while we were together, get me pregnant and then tell me you're leaving... I hate you!" I said beginning to cry. Quickly I shoved my stuff in my locker and slammed it. I walked towards the bathroom tears running down my face. There was Mason walking towards me. "What's wrong?" He asked. No stutter. "I'm fine." I said as I got even faster. "No, please what's wrong! I can help." He said. I stopped. "Please let me help." He said as he stood behind me. "Mason, I can't tell you. I wish I could but I can't. I'll see you at lunch, okay?" I said as I walked into the bathroom. Hours passed, the day was going really well aside from my brush with Nathan that morning. I sat with Mason at lunch, he was quiet. But not like his normal quiet. He seemed irritated. "Is everything okay?" I asked, "I just didn't like seeing you upset earlier. It made me worry." He said as he looked down at his tray. He stood up quickly and walked away. I looked for him throughout the day but anytime I saw him he avoided eye contact. I didn't know why I cared so much suddenly about Mason all I knew was that he was intriguing.
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The Girl Next Door
RomanceThere was something so different about her. The way she would seem to taunt me and tease me. She would stand in front of the window and change her clothes, sliding her little cropped shirts off her thin frame. She was perfect! I couldn't get enough...