Fragmented

Next time, punch me

"May you fall in love with someone who never gets tired of saving you from your own chaos" 

Mason's POV:-

Constant restlessness, that was what I faced. Everybody was here but she wasn't. God I was so stupid to say what I didn't even think about. Not once, I felt she was threat to my family and yet my stupid mouth had to try and extract a reaction. With her a reaction wasn't the only thing I would get and that I should've know. There was something about her I couldn't put my finger on. 

She looked so familiar to me and strange at the same time when I first saw her and everytime I see her it's the same. Her blue eyes. Strikingly resembling to the bluest oceans. There was a hint of wild in there, the green and bluish color.

I had seen eyes like this before. Not once, but twice. And after each time they disappeared without a trace.

I could never forget those eyes. No. But she was not her. I remembered what she looked like. She did resemble to Freya but I know she was not her. The hair alone told me it wasn't that girl. I did try to find that girl that night but then again the problem was I didn't even know what she really looked like because of the dark lights and the time before that I wasn't even in the right state of mind to remember the features of her face exactly.

I could not ask Freya anything about that because I know she would deny it outright even if its her, it's one of her favorite things to do to not tell me shit about herself. Maybe I could try something and see if I can get a reaction out of her. Anytime I get a chance I'd do it.

I've been going crazy to know everything about her. Today at the cafeteria we were having so much fun before my stupid mouth killed it all.

She was smiling and even stole my food for the fun of it to get things normal. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen, how she stuffed whole of it in her mouth and then struggled with chewing.

Ever since she's been here I've never seen her with makeup on or dressed up too much. She always wears dull clothes giving minimum attention to her looks and tries to keep out of everybody's eyes. Which is actually hard because she is absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking even at times without trying.

The things I've heard among the boys in our classes would actually give her a heart attack at how the boys were drooling over her and she's absolutely oblivious of it.

Today she had put on a white full sleeved button down with washed jeans and her jacket. The shirt was see through she'd been wearing the jacket  when she entered the class but took it off in the midst of her conversation with Noah.

I could almost see through it her white bra visible and wanted to tell her to put the jacket back on because I saw some of the boys in the behind rows stare at her. Fucking assholes.

But then she looked over at me and I couldn't tear off my gaze from her. She had on red lipstick. God this woman was trying to kill the male population or maybe I was stupidly crushing over her. One thing was clear she was beyond ravishing and I was in fact crushing hard.

The she turned her back to me and yet again I was amazed. I could not see properly but she had a tattoo on her shoulder blade that ran down her back and towards the front of her stomach.

"Dude something is wrong with her. She was crying. Her eyes were red and puffy. She was joking about before you decided to go alpha male on her but what puzzles me is, it was no big deal with you saying that you wanted her in your car instead of you making it awkward like that. Why did she cry then?" Luke was helping me load stuff into Dawson's car.

"I'm the reason she was crying. I made her cry. Grandpa told me to take care of her at all times. He said to not let her out of my sight for even a minute because she's been ill too much last month and is still weak. He does not want her to get ill again. I should've told her about that instead I decided to call her a killer and a thief. I am stupid." Luke stared at me shocked.