Solitude

Ten

"Hey, Koala!" Mason calls out as he walks into my class after the final bell has been heard. I look up from my books which I'm putting together to find him walking up to me.

People turn around and look for the person unfortunate enough to answer the nickname and when they find that it's me, hushed whispers follow. Mason is either oblivious or nonchalant to it.

He gets to my table and helps me pick up my books. He looks happy. It's like he's totally forgotten about the whole followers fiasco of earlier today.

"Remember when I told you that I'm getting you new clothes? They're finally on their way!" He squeals! He actually squeals.

He's such a child.

I frown at him, totally confused. I had assumed he was just joking. He can't be so vain that he wants me to change my aesthetics simply because I'm being associated with him?

Oh wait! It's Mason I'm talking about! He is so vain."

I take a notebook from him along with a pen and I write down.

I don't have time for this right now. I've got detention with Jonathan and Jason

"Because of that Chem teacher? You didn't hear she's been fired? Damn, you really live under a rock. Come on!" With his free hand, he helps me up, then he takes the note from me and adds it to my other books he's helping me hold.

I follow him out of the class, confused as to why he's being so nice to me. Dissing me about my clothes is Mason's way of being friendly. Helping me carry my stuff is just very creepy.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?" There is panic in his voice as if a blemish on his face is the worst thing that could ever happen. "I knew it! I'm trying out this new skin care products from this middle-class company and have they ruined my face? How bad is it?"

He starts to hyperventilate, causing me to grin widely at him.

There's not even the faintest spot on his perfect face.

He catches my grin and an easy smile forms on his face, somehow making him even more attractive than he already is. It really should be illegal to look this pretty.

Today, he's in a beige cashmere top on jeans, matched with a long black coat that makes him look like he walked straight out of a runway. Mason is the guy that looks like he can wear garbage and somehow make it work. He's adorned with his usual earrings and rings and watch and his perfectly painted nails and his perfectly sculpted face...

It doesn't make sense!

"Okay! Come on! I'm driving y'all home. It rained today and Joe doesn't drive in the rain. Jason doesn't drive... At all. Hasn't passed his test. I don't think he's even trying. Where's your locker?"

I point left and he makes a sharp turn, smiling when he sees the Harry Styles button on my locker door.

"Look at us having things in common!" He notes while I open the door and take my books from him. I take out my bag and shove some notes inside. "We both love Harry and Young Royals."