Settling The Score

Part 19

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A week. 

One whole, entire week without a single word from Mason Hayes. He hadn't so much as glanced in my direction.

I would like to say that I was completely unfazed by the matter, but if I was being honest? I was completely fricking on edge. More like swaying off of the edge like a monkey on a branch.

It had been raining for days on end. The weather, not doing much to brighten my shitty mood. I even outdid Lucy, who was just as sour because Carlos still hadn't given her the time of day.

So, I went about my week sulking and watching Lucy sulk.

After the weekend went by, and I still heard nothing but radio silence from Mason, I was starting to get worried.

On Monday, I finally decided that I had enough. It went against everything I stood for. Yet, I found myself strolling into Mason's English class. I had a free period, so I decided to put it to good use.

Casually, I made my way to the empty seat next to him, giving everyone bright smiles as I passed them.

Mason didn't even acknowledge my presence.

"Okay so you're ignoring me," I began, "Good, cause it'll allow me to say what I want to say without your obnoxious comments interrupting." 

He simply scoffed, so I let my hair fall into my face, with a deep sigh, that sent strands flying.

"Look, Mason Hayes, I'm not good with all these touchy-feely stuff, okay. Insults are how I function." 

He still didn't look at me, but I could tell he was listening.
"I know I made a dick move, but it was before-" 

He finally turned his gaze to me, one eyebrow jerked upwards. Before?

"Before I actually had a good time with you and decided you're not a complete asshole. And before I keep stroking your already oversized ego, let me just tell you that there's probably a whole of a lot wrong with me for even thinking that. But I do, I think it, okay? And as much as it pains me to say this, like physically kills me, I hated going through this week with you mad at me. Going through this week not talking to you," I ranted, not thinking before I spoke.

I allowed myself to glimpse up at him, and he just sat there looking at me, a small smile forming on his lips.

I abruptly realized what I had just admitted to him and that the prick was smiling, enjoying my little slip-up. 

So, I jumped up from my seat and left. I flew past the students still entering the class, not looking back.

Outside, I took a moment to steady myself. A strong grip, however, pulled me straight. I whirled around and slammed into a hard chest.

I met Mason's hypnotic green eyes, the flecks of gold in them clear at how close we stood. My arm burned where he was still holding me.

"Carebear," he began, and I only swallowed. "Had I known it would torture you so much to be away from me, I would've done it weeks ago," he grinned.

I tried turning to walk away, but he held me firmly in place. "I'm kidding, Carebear, just kidding," he said softly. 

"I appreciate you telling me that. I thought after what happened on Sunday, that it meant you were done with me," he said, his eyes solemn.