M A S O N
I SAT in the cafeteria with James and his girlfriend, however, I wasn't in the mood to eat. Emily wasn't in the cafeteria, though, nor were her friends.
"Hey, Mason, are you OK?"
I looked at James, and nodded slightly. "Yeah, just thinking about stuff."
One of his eyebrows shot up as he looked at me in a questioning manner. "By 'stuff', do you mean 'Emily'?"
I hesitated, before nodding slightly. A smirk emerged at the corner of his lips. He then shook his head, before turning back to his girlfriend.
Just then, Dylan's two friends scurried into the cafeteria, with their leader no where to be seen. I looked around, and my heart started racing when I spotted Emily sitting casually at a table. There was a grin on her face – evidence that she had something to do with the fact Dy
