The boy next door

Chapter Twenty Four: The mystery girl for the mystery boy

"Instead of letting your hardships and failures discourage or exhaust you, let them inspire you. Let them make you even hungrier to succeed..." - Michelle Obama

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Chapter Twenty Four: The mystery girl for the mystery boy

I woke up during the middle of the night. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep.

I groaned, rolling to my side and fishing for my phone. I checked the time to see that it was a couple of minutes past three in the morning.

"Holy hell, it's hotter than Satan's toenail in this freaking room," I whispered to myself, wiping the increasing sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.

I checked to see if Selena was asleep, and to no surprise she was. Snoring too.

Let's try this whole 'sleeping' thing again, shall we Sofia?

I rolled back, flat on my back and closed my eyes, hoping for the best.

But of course that didn't work.

"Down to the hotel lobby to get a bit of fresh air, it is," I groaned, rolling out of the way too comfortable hotel bed.

Before I left the room, I double checked on Selena one last time, until I convinced myself she would be okay by herself for a couple of minutes.

Although I couldn't fall asleep, my eyes were heavy. It almost felt like I was dreaming as I pressed the button to the elevator.

Ironically, as the lift took me to the ground floor, I felt myself wander back to sleep.

Really? Now, I want to fall asleep?

I shook my head to try to wake me up a bit, and literally had to drag myself to exit the elevator doors.

It wasn't long before I made it to the large purple couch near the front door of the hotel. Although, it looked like somebody was there too. Their head was in their hands, and from the way they were positioned, it looked like that person was severely stressed. Or tired.

"Can't fall asleep too?" I asked the stranger, the minute I flopped down on to the couch.

"Too much on my mind," a familiar voice responded, taking me by surprise.

An almost too familiar voice. A voice which belonged to-

"Mason?" I questioned, scooting closer to see his shadowed face clearly.

"The one and only." He tore his hands from his face and looked up at me. "Just couldn't resist not being near me, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, get over yourself. What are you doing here anyways?" I asked him, scooting back to my original place to put some space between us. Yes, tonight was above wonderful, but this is Mason.

He literally screamed bad news, and we hated each other. And I liked it that way, I think.

"Um...I couldn't sleep." I took a closer look at him. He looked like a hot mess. The bags under his eyes, told me he hasn't gotten enough sleep the last few days.