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Chapter 16: Dam locker

Friday.

Today was the day of the party and everyone was buzzing. However, I had other things on my mind than the party.

These past few days have been draining. Dom normally keeps out of our ways except for when Lucy and I argue then he gets involved and always sticks up for Lucy no matter what. Ellie, who was Doms sister, was more snoopy. She always asked questions about my life and always tries to talk to the girls. She insists that we call her aunt Ellie but she's not even an aunt.

I had all these thoughts whilst trying aimlessly to open my locker, Yes we are a British school with lockers, they were installed last year and I've grown to hate them.

"Stupid locker" I curse. I pulled and tugged but nothing.

"Need help?" A voice asks from behind me.

"No I'm good" I say in a sweet voice as much as possible not wanting to show my annoyance and hurt in my voice, the last thing I want to do is relay my whole life story to a total stranger.

An arm lightly nudges me to the side "What the-"

Mason stared down at me daring me to continue talking. For some reason I was silent, no voice, not even a sound could be produced from my mouth.

"What's the code? I can help you out" He asked in a genuine tone. What was the catch?

I snicker "like I need your-"

"Just tell me the code so I can help you and we can get on with the day" Annoyance simmered and boiled in his throat.

"4321" I answered after a long pause.

"So predictable" He mumbled to himself but I know he wanted me to hear it.

"Whatever asshole" I fuss.

I hear faint clicks and then he flexed his biceps as he yanked the door wide open causing some books to crash to the ground.

I was still gazing at his biceps when he bends down to grab my books.

"Here" He hands them out to me and at first I wasn't really sure if I should take them, he was being so sincere. I take the books and mumble a Thanks before closing my locker and walking to class, we only had five minutes left of lunch.

"Hey, you gonna be at the party tonight?" He surprises me by asking.

I felt like retorting with something like 'why do you care?' But I couldn't be bothered to start a war now.

"Um, I don't know, parties are not really my style" At least it was the truth.

He nods and I thought I saw a bit of sadness in his eyes but I pass it off as me hallucinating "Well I hope you can make it" He flashes the grin I haven't seen in awhile and my stomach starts to flutter.

What!?

I've seen that smile before but this is the first time my stomach releases the cocoon of butterflies.

Maybe I'm just hungry.

But you've just eaten.

Maybe I've just got a stomach bug.

Stop fooling yourself your stomach has fallen head over heels for the American god.

Shut up thoughts!

He was walking away and apart of me wanted him to stay and talk to me.

"See you around I guess" I call "And maybe at the party"

His head, which had lost its spring and was hanging low, suddenly shot up and he held it up with confidence and his walk began to have more of a step to it. Was that because of what I said?