The Player's charm

Chapter 40 - And that's on periodt.

Finals are coming up and I needed Mason's natural smartness. Smartness, is that a word? Does matter. I was not using him, I was using his study notes and brain and he did not mind. We've been in the library for the past six hours and I was horribly failing at studying.

"Rosen. Rosen." Mason said snapping in front of me as I zoned "Are you listening to me?"

I dropped down laying on the table, resting my head on my arms "Not at all, I'm just going to fail. There's no nope. I'm going to fail anatomy."

Mason placed his hand under my chin and lifted my head up, to look at him.

"You are not going to fail. You have me." He said.

I sat up straight and flashed a naughty smile.

"So, what you're saying is that you are going to take the test for me?"

"That is definitely not what I'm saying."

I slowly nodded my head as to hypnotize him into saying yes while I spoke.

"Or we can sit next to each other when taking the exam?"

"I'm not helping you cheat."

"I like to think of it as collective thinking."

"Then I'm not going to be part of your collective thinking."

"You're no fun. So much for the school's bad boy." I said going back to reading my fully highlighted textbook, as if it was a coloring book.

I highlight my notes with three colors; pink is for things I know, yellow is for kind of know and red is for unknown and so far my whole textbook has been colored in red. Studying has been going great, just great.

"Girl, I am not a bad boy. Player, heartbreaker, jerk, footballer, smart, hot and a lot more but not bad boy." He said smirking. Conceited much.

"Okay hot-smart-football-heartbreaker-player-who's-a-jerk-but-not-bad-boy, this is not working out and I'm starving."

"You used all my cash on the vending machine." He complained.

"You ate half the snacks."

"Half the snacks from your first trip, what about the other five?" He argued.

"Okay, I'm stress eating and I finished all the snacks."

"Maybe if you studied instead of ate the whole time, you'd still have snacks left and know a bit of work." He said.

The nerve.

Excuse me? I blinked a few times trying to process if I was hearing him correctly. Firstly, don't come at me for how much I'm eating nor at the amount of things I studied and secondly, who the hell does he think he is.

I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms and stared at him. He was reading over notes but slowly looked up at me when I kept quiet.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

I was annoyed, everything he did annoyed me.

"So what do you mean?" I asked harshly.

"Wow, it's not that serious."

"If it's not that serious then why did you say it? Do you have a problem with how much I'm eating or what I'm eating? You calling me fat? No, maybe the problem is that I used all your cash on the vending machine." I said pissed.

"I did not say any of that." I could see how confused he was on his facial expression. "What just happened?... You're not fat nor do I have a problem with me paying." He continued.