"You're a cheater," I exclaimed as Mason stole the ball from me and began to dribble away.
"How?" He asked, laughing at my pouty face.
"Because you're bigger, better, and faster. You should be going easy on me," I explained.
After driving home after a long talk with AJ's principle, who decided to go lightly on punishment given his "situation", and after reprimanding the angry teen for about half an hour and grounding him until kingdom come, Mason had shown up with an adorable smile and a soccer ball in hand. Mason drove back to the school with me so I could drop off the car for Scar and from there we drove together to the park.
"I think you're just being a big baby," Mason teased me, doing a quick trick with the ball.
"A baby?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Is it hot out here?" I asked, fanning my face.
"Kind of," Mason replied, shrugging slightly. "I didn't really notice."
"Well, I did. I think I know how to solve the problem though," I said casually before lifting up my tanktop and removing it to reveal my green sports bra.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mason demanded, staring at my bare stomach as if in a trance.
"Oh, you know, being a baby," I replied before quickly stealing the ball away from him.
"Hey, no, you cheated. You distracted me on purpose," Mason cried.
"There are no rules," I laughed, dribbling the ball away.
"No rules huh? Then I guess you won't mind if I follow suit," Mason replied, slipping his t-shirt off.
I think I was drooling as my eyes trailed down his tanned chest to each individual pack that collectively made up eight. I swallowed the lump in my throat and almost passed out as my eyes met the v-form on his hips. As Mason pushed his shorts down a tad lower I could feel myself getting even warmer despite the cool chill.
"That's, that's uhh," I stuttered, trying to find coherent words. Mason began to walk to me and normally if my brain was functioning properly I would've ran with the ball but instead, I stayed still, just watching mesmerized.
"That should be illegal," I muttered more to myself but Mason heard me and chuckled lightly.
"Me? I don't think you've taken a good look at you," He replied, stopping just before me. I ignored him, literally still staring at his delicious muscles. I almost reached out to touch him but suddenly he pushed me back slightly and took the ball from me.
"Hey," I cried out, chasing after him. It was then that I noticed the three girls walking past the park begin checking him out. I could see their dirty minds working.
"Can you put back on your shirt?" I asked Mason.
"Why?" He asked, smiling widely.
"Because..." I said without explanation.
"Jealous?" He grinned wider when he saw my eyes briefly flick over to the girls that had stopped to drool over my boyfriend.
"Mason, please?" I asked sweetly.
"No way, it's too hot remember," Mason replied, laughing hysterically at my annoyed face.
If he wasn't so damn beautiful I would've continued to hold my stance but his laugh made me want to laugh. I quickly forgot about the horny bystanders and chased after Mason. Every time I almost caught up to him, he would pick up speed. For almost 15 minutes we continued nonstop. By the time we finally did stop for a break I had only stolen the ball six times and I was drenched in sweat.
