Chapter 18
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“Mason, are you here? Your mom said that you would b… “ a girl turned around the corner, cutting off her words as she locked eyes with Mason. “oh there you are!” she said cheerily. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and looking at her sense of fashion, I only assumed she studied cosmetology or something in a similar field. She was beautiful.
I looked up at Mason, searching for an answer as to who this was. Definitely not a sister, because she said that she had called his mom. Not our mom or just mom. His mom. Was he going to introduce me? Wait! Why the hell was I expecting an introduction? I'm the nurse for Pete's sake. Not Mason's girlfriend. But was she maybe his girlfriend?
No. It's not possible! We had just made out a moment ago. Would he really kiss me if he was in a relationship?
Suddenly I felt a slight hitch of envy and jealousy consume me.
The girl stalked over to Mason and gave him a peck on his lips.
Oh. I see.
Anger seeped into me and I felt all the blood drain from my face.
I couldn't believe him! He has a f*****g girlfriend! How naive and stupid I'd been to get involved with the kin of the lady I was hired to look after.
“Excuse me? Are you the new Caretaker s***h maid?” her voice raised slightly as she said the last word. Maid? I'm no one's maid. I am a nurse!
I turned to her slowly, just quick enough to see Mason glare at whatever this girl's name was. I put on my fakest smile and stretched out my hand. “Alina. I'm the Nurse”.
She looked down at the hand as if she was going to catch something and hesitantly reached out to grab it. She shook my hand faintly, showing off her recently done nails. Being in the medical field, I was envious of her nails. I was never able to do my nails, due to always working with medical Gloves. The chances were too high that your nails would tear through the skin of the thin glove and risk exposure to all kinds of diseases and germs. I always had to keep my nails short.
“Andrea,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I turned my gaze to Mason searching for any kind of explanation. Maybe they were broken up and she just couldn't take a hint.
He looked at my sheepishly and lowered his head breaking eye contact.
A sudden gush of hurt hit my chest and I felt like my heart was ripped out.
Nothing? You have nothing to say to me? You can't even look at me? We became friends! I confided in you! You confided in me! I would have thought that I had meant more than some stupid almost hook up. Was this just a game to you?
These questions had run through my mind and there was no answer in sight. My hurt was quickly overshadowed by anger as he still refused to meet my gaze.
I nodded in disgust and turned around to exit the Kitchen. I walked to my bedroom trying to keep my tears from rolling down my cheeks. Just as I was about to close the door, her voice followed after. “you know, it's not very professional to work in your pj’s.”
Oh no. She didn't!
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