A Prophecy of Love

The Benefactor 7

Okay, this was like an emergency chapter, because I saw this story drop on the What's Hot, haha. So, I'll try to update tomorrow ;D Just because this wasn't exactly planned, nor is it as long as my next chapter, haha.

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Chapter 7

Sadly, I didn't have my next class with Mason, and a suffocation of loneliness set in the moment we left each other's sides. The lingering sense followed me all the way to chemistry, not knowing hardly any of the students surrounding me as I made my way to the chemistry classroom, but I got there soon enough- and in one piece.

It reeked of chemicals and various cleaners, which wafted through the air and into my nose. Ew! I gasped and held my face away from the stench, but I couldn't run from it no matter how hard I tried.

I sneezed, bumping into someone, or at least I hoped, and not a beaker of sulfuric acid or something like that. I didn't look up right away; I guess I waited a moment or two before seeing Mason's familiar face staring back at mine.

"Hey," I whispered, unknowingly, "Why are you here? I thought you had another class."

"Not happy to see me?" He mocked me with a little nudge, "Well, I'm happy to see you, Liv."

"Well, then," I laughed, "I guess I'm happy to see you, too."

 He tugged my sleeve in order to drag me to a table in front of the teacher's desk, "I got it switched because Mr. Knight suggested it."

"This class?"

"No, my next class," Mason's voice reeked of sarcasm, "Yes, this class."

A smile crept on my face, "Really? He seems to like you more than I thought."

"What do you mean?" He cocked his head in confusion, "Did he say something?"

"Well, uh, no" I bit my lip, "It just doesn't seem like he likes you. I-I don't know. Just ignore my babbling."

 "You're cute when you get stressed out. I'll have to stress you out more often," He smirked, chuckling, "It's quite hilarious."

"No, I'm not," I mentally stomped my foot at him, "I'm perfectly normal."

"You're a spaz, Liv."

I had to admit that he had a point on calling me a spaz. Ha, he knew me after spending only a plane ride and a few hours of school together. And why exactly did Mr. Knight want Mason in my classes? Earlier, he hated Mason. Or at least that was how he portrayed it. Maybe I was jetlagged from the plane ride, and I hadn't recovered yet. I didn't have a clue.

"I see your wheels turning," Mason crashed my train of thought, "What's going on in that little brain of yours?"

He reached up and knocked on my skull, frizzing my hair on the top, and I slapped it away from me in a millisecond. I guess my hand went out of the boundaries I tried to set, but that obviously didn't work too well. At all. In fact, the palm of my hand came in contact with a glass, and the glass slammed onto the hard floor, shattering into bits of broken pieces. I guess I had a hand spasm, causing me to slap the beaker- or whatever it was- right off the teacher's desk.

I gave Mason a strong look, "You made me do that, you know."

"No, you randomly slapped the glass," He began, moving further away from the shattered mess, "And... It's mean to slap others, even inanimate objects. They have feelings, too."

"No, they really don't," I retorted, pulling him closer to the shattered beaker, "And, you're going to stay here and take the blame with me."

"Am not."