The One and Only [COMPLETED]

Chapter 21

Picture above (or to the side if you're on the website) is Mason. He looks delicious...

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"What the hell?"

I jump away from Mason, startled by the intruding voice. Mason looks frantic also, jumping about ten feet away from me.

John is standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms crossed. He looks pissed. "You said you were coming to eat a snack," he glared at Mason. "Not my baby sister."

My cheeks flamed red, and I tried to slow my breathing from making out with Mason. That boy will be the death of me.

"Dude," Mason says, a lot more composed than I am. "I'm sorry, I--"

"And you," John turns his glare to me. "I know you've had this big crush on Mason since dinosaurs walked the earth, but you just got out of a freaking relationship. You're in a rough patch, I get it, but don't go after my friends."

"It wasn't like that--"

"Save it." I've honestly never seen him so angry before. Why is it such a big deal that I kissed Mason this one time? Sure, he's four years older than me, but is it really that bad? Well, okay, it kind of is, but that's not the point.

"Hey, dude," Mason says, coming to my defense. "Chill out okay?"

John grimaced, his hands turning into fists at his sides. "How can I chill out when I just witnessed my best friend making babies with my little sister? And the worst part is, you didn't even try to hide it."

"Stop being ridiculous John, we weren't 'making babies,'" he made air quotes with his fingers. "It was just a kiss, okay? Nothing else. So stop being a douche."

It happened so fast I didn't even see it coming. One moment they're arguing, and the next John's fist connected with Mason's nose. Mason let out a grunt, swiping away the blood that now dripped from it.

I gasped, frozen from shock.

"Dammit, John, calm down. I don't want to start anything with you." Mason clutched his nose, trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood continued to seep through his fingers. I knew I should help him, but I couldn't get my body to function right. Mason's nose is dusted with blue and purple bruises.

"Too late for that," John growled, swinging his fist again. Before he could do any damage, I took control of my body again, and blocked his hit from Mason. His fist stopped a few inches from my face when he realized it was me. "Are you insane? I'm trying to punch him."

"Don't hit him," I say, confidence oozing from my tone. I don't care what John does to me, just as long as he keeps his hands off Mason.

"I could've hurt you," John says, his worried side coming out.

"Don't hit him," I repeat, crossing my arms.

For quite a bit of time, John stares into my eyes, his anger fading, and then he looks behind me at Mason, glaring. "Touch my sister again, and you're dead." With that, he walked off, and soon the slamming of the front door sounded through the house.

"Dammit," Mason muttered, and I turned to see him holding his nose, blood rushing out and seeping through his fingers.

I grab a dish towel from under the cabinet and wet it with warm water, squeezing it out so it won't drip. I then walk over to the island,pulling out one of the barstools. "Sit," I say to Mason, gesturing to the stool. He obeys, taking the seat. His hand is still cupping his nose, so I gently take hold of his wrist, slowly pulling it down to his lap. With his hand out of the way, I can now see that his nose has swollen a bit, and is stained with blood and bruises. "Yikes," I whisper.