(Mason’s POV)
I didn’t go straight back home. I couldn’t. I needed time to think. Strike that, I needed time to get some fresh air and NOT think. If I didn’t settle myself down before going back, I wouldn’t be able to be around other people at all. At least not anytime soon.
I swear I can still taste her, though. Her sweet lips on mine. Of course, I could also swear that for a tiny second there she returned my kiss. But I’m not fool enough to think that's anything but my imagination.
My life truly s*cks, man. The girl I want I can’t have and even if I could, I’ve done such a good job of making it seem like I’m not interested in her that she thinks I hate her. Not that it would make a difference if she knew otherwise because she hates me, so there IS that.
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