"Because I said so..."Mature

MASON'S P.O.V.


               "Who the fuck is this?" The big, sculpted man by the door when we stepped in questioned, clearly not amused by my presence.

            "You know those human beings that just so happen to have boobs and no dicks? Their usually referred to as woman. I believe that's who she is." Princeton stated, obviously irritated. As his pack of "Wolves" sat around their table laughing at his comment, I felt my face heat up and I could tell, even without a mirror, that I was as red as a tomato.

          "The fuck you say to me?" The much more broad man came over to Princeton, nose to nose to him. I honestly can't help  but wonder why the fuck I'm spending my first day going back to school at a local gangster/criminal's house. I knew I should have stayed the fuck home.

PRINCETON'S P.O.V.

          I was pissed the fuck off. I was fuming. Being mad was an understatement. I know this jackass is not about to do shit.

            "You better not lay a hand on me or i'll..." I got interrupted in the middle of my sentence by Miles.

            "You'll do what?" He pushed me.

            "This." I uttered through slightly parted lips and a clenched jaw full of locked teeth.

           Before the motherfucker had a chance to comprehend what was happening, I had him pinned to the wall, jabbing one, two, three punches into his abdomen. 

            "Back the fuck off!" Michael's body came at me, pushing me backwards before I could do anymore damage to Mile's body. 

               "We still have a lot of shit to deal with! It's the first day of school and your here beating the shit out of Miles at fucking four o'clock in the morning instead of getting ready for school! We still don't know who this girl is either." 

                    We all turned, including Miles, who was wincing in pain to Mason.

               "Well, tell them who the hell you are." I stated. This chick was seriously starting to get on my nerves. First her questions, now her stupidity.

            "Um, Mason. You know, the  one with the boobs and no dick, usually referred to as a woman? Well, that's me." She stated, her arms wrapped tightly around themselves across her chest, she shifted from one hip to the other, heels in hand.  

MASON'S P.O.V.


I stood there shocked at the sudden event that had so quickly placed itself before me. Two fucking men beating each other. What a treat! I'd rather be watching this than going to bed!(Sarcasm.)

Before I knew it though, all eyes had been on me after the Micheal guy said something. I was still fuming from tonight's events and I needed to let out my frustrations or I'd o something I'd regret, like break something, only resulting in one of them probably breaking my face in.

"Well, tell them who the hell you are." Princeton stated from over his shoulder. I was beyond pissed off at this jackass and I was going to make it known.

"Um, Mason. You know, the one with  boobs and no dick, usually referred to as a woman? Well, that's me." I stated, shifting my weight onto my other hip. This bastard Princeton embarrassed me and he's one dumb ass if he thinks he's going to get away with it.

All the rest of the boys except Princeton seemed amused, making "ooooh" noises and pounding fists while that little Prince charming over there just got even more pissed off. I must admit though, he looks hot mad. Even hotter when I know I'm the one that caused his anger.

"What the fuck did you say to me, bitch?" He questioned, inching closer to me. I felt my heart drop to my feet as it started to beat on the floor, flopping around like a fish out of sea.

"Um... um..." I stuttered, trying to process words through my brain that has apparently dropped to the floor also.

"I didn't think so."He stated, turning away from me.

"You didn't think what? That I'd come back with a slicker comment than your weak ass did?"  I questioned, sarcasm interlaced together forming the words I spat at him. Everyone in the room seemed at loss for words as they looked at each other. I had suddenly recollected my internal organs and charged up my come back's batteries. I'm no one's bitch. Not even Princeton's, we all know he has many of those.

Before I could comprehend what happened next, I was slammed against a wall, gasping for air as I felt someones cool breath clash with my face, smelling of mints and venom.

"No one talks to me like that, you got it bitch?" He had me in his grasp, as if a child under his parent's wrath. I struggled to find air to fill into my lungs as my feet dangled in the air. I felt a punch hit my torso as a scream tore itself from my neck. My eyes sting from the salty tears filling my vision. By the time the other punch hit me, this time on my chest, I was numb to the hurt.

"The fuck! Princeton!" I heard someone yell before they all came over to us and pulled him off me. Before I could think any further, I fell to my feet from my height in the air and I felt my knees hit the hardwood floor, probably going to be bruised badly in the later hours of the early day. My head was pounding and after that, everything was a blur.

BONNIE'S P.O.V.


I'm sorry but I can't take this shit anymore. What the hell happened to my best friend? I know how stubborn she is. Maybe she said something a person didn't like.... but who would hurt her? She's amazing....

It's five o'clock and school starts in about two hours. TWO HOURS!!! I can't help but worry.

MICHEAL'S P.O.V.


"Is she dead?" I heard Trent ask. 

"No. She's still breathing." I stated, staring at her body on the bed. I was probably the only one with a heart around here to actually not leave her on the floor where she passed out.

Princeton is such a jackass! I couldn't tell you how amused I was at her back lash towards him. It felt hella good to see him get owned by a girl. 

"Um, Mason?" I questioned. "Guys, she's been like this three hours, I think she has a problem."

"The hell she has a problem! She's not going to the hospital if that's what your saying."Princeton stated.

"It's your stupid ass that got us in this mess! Hasn't your mother ever told you, "don't hit a woman?" Obviously not if you fucking fucked up her health!" I screamed at him in rage.

"If you don't want the same thing that just happened to her to happen to you, you better not bring her to the hospital." He stated.

"I'm sorry but I'm just going to have to take that chance."I stated. By the looks of her injuries, she was in no condition to stay in my bedroom and wake up completely okay. Not soon at least.

Pulling the covers off her body, I took her into my arms and started walking towards the door and down the stairs.

"The fuck you think your doing, Anderson?" Miles questioned at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm getting her help, something I seem to only care about in this shit hole place."I stated irritated at his intense stupidity. I now regret pulling Princeton off the bastard when he was getting his ass whopped.

"How the hell will you explain her injuries when you get her to the hospital then?" Miles questioned, angered.

"I don't know. Make Princeton come up with something, he's the one who did this to her." I stated a matter of fact, raising her up higher to prove my point.

"Fine. You go and we'll figure something out. They'll most likely want to take care of her before they ask any questions."

And with that I walked out of the house and over to my SUV. Opening the backseat door, I laid her skinny,battered and warm body onto the seat.

The whole time I kept driving, I looked into the rear view mirror at her seemingly peaceful body. I watched as her chest lifted and fell in sync with her breathing.I don't know why, but something about this girl interests me....

PRINCETON'S P.O.V.


What the fuck have I done? How the hell could I have done something like this?

"Go fuck yourself, Princeton. Half the town knows what the hell we do already. Including the police. How's it gonna look when they find out this Mason chicks in the hospital and we may have something to do with it?" Miles screamed in my face.

"Yeah man. This really doesn't look good." Trent chimed in.

"Fuck you all. I don't give a damn how this looks."

"You never give a damn! Which is why she's fucking passed out on the way to the hospital!"  Jared decided to yell at me too.

"I really don't fucking appreciate all of you raising your god damn voices at me right now! Don't you think I would have taken back what the fuck I did if I could? And don't even answer that question either." I stated, knowing what their response would be.

"Everybody just calm down so we can figure out a story. Micheal and Mason are probably already at the hospital, we don't have time to be arguing over what the fuck happened! All we know is it fucking happened and Princeton can't take it back." Trent stated, earning a nod from Miles and Jared. Jeremy and Justin just sat all quiet on the couch, listening to what everyone was saying. I was a little taken back by it, considering how loud and annoying both are.

By the end of about an hour, we had a story figured out. Now we just needed to let Micheal in on and hope this bitch Mason covers for us.

DAX'S P.O.V.


Something was wrong. I could feel it even though I knew none of what was happening.

Mason was gone and Drew was driving me to school instead. I don't mind dad driving me to school, it's just Mason's more fun. She lets me put my feet up on the dash board and pick the radio stations. Whereas I have to sit in the back in Drew's car and listen to his stupid old rock stations.

Drew was being quiet and by the time I woke up for school, Lauren was gone. I don't know what to feel. I do know this is about my older sister though, and for that reason I am worried.

TWO WEEKS LATER

LAUREN'S P.O.V.


I couldn't believe the horrific sight in front of me. My baby, the child I raised and nursed was in a hospital bed with cuts and bruises all over her body from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. Who the hell what do this to her? Mason doesn't deserve this. She's a better teenager than I was when I was her age.

I sat by her bed praying the moment I got here in the hospital. It was Bonnie that called me and told me Mason had been hurt. But there was someone else here and I wanted to talk to them....

MICHAEL'S P.O.V.


When I got to the hospital, I recieved a call from the guys about what their plan is on what we should say when we got questioned. After that, I asked Princeton if she had contacted anyone when he took her, and I called the person, Bonnie I think her name is, and told her Mason was in the hospital. I had to keep going to the hospital for the boys to check on how things were going. No one suspected a thing since I was the one that brought her in though. They probably thought I was a relative, though I was far from it.

I was standing there talking to Bonnie for a few minutes. If I was Princeton, I would feel like shit right now. But he's dickhead and can't feel nothing.

When Bonnie left, I was sitting in the waiting room with my head down when a pair of manicured nails in a pair of yellow flip flops stopped in front of me.

"Excuse me?" I heard a shaky and strained voice ask. I could tell the person had been crying and when I looked up at her, I could tell it was Mason's mother. They had the same shade of brown hair and eyes, with a hint of cocoa in their skin. Her eyes were puffy and pink from her previous crying.

"Yes?" I answered.

"If you don't mind my asking, who are you?" She questioned.

"Um, I'm a friend to Mason's."I stated in a monotone voice. One of the obvious signs of lying.

"How come I've never seen you before then? Unless you are in that pack of Wolves?" She knew who the fuck we were. Oh shit. I swallowed the spit forming in the back of my throat unsure of what our conversation was going to be like.

MASON'S P.O.V.


My head feels like a brick has been thrown at it. My chest and stomach hurt whenever I breathe and my body's weak. This is worse than anything I've ever experienced in life.

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust them to the white, bright lights they were exposed to. 

"Massy! Your alive, your okay, your-"

"Shhh." I stated. I could already tell it was Bon Ton.

"Sorry! If you weren't in this bed I would have hugged you to death!" She stated earning a slight laugh from me. I quickly felt the sting of that though and I winced at the feeling.

"Your awake!" I shifted my eyes to the door behind Bonnie to the doctor who just walked in.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, confused to these past hours I felt I had been asleep.

"fourteen days."He looked down at me, tucking his glasses into his pocket and holding up my charts.

"Fourteen? It felt like only hours...." I stated shocked at the statement. I felt Bonnie's hand tighten around my own and when I turned at her she sent me a reassuring smile. I love my sandbox buddy. I smiled back.

"Well i'll leave alone for a few seeing as you just woke up. Then we'll have to do some testing though." He smiled and left for the door.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" Bonnie asked.

"Um, yeah. I want you to stay here with me."I stated.

"Hmm, okay."She smiled. "Um, Massy?"She questioned, seeming hesitant.

"Yes...." I responded. I knew this was going to be something I wouldn't want to answer.

"What- how, I'm sorry. I'm your friend. I'm your sandbox buddy. I should have been right there with you, not getting drunk. I let you go alone without so much as a second thought and now look at you. I swear I prayed for the first time because of this. Because I felt so shit about it. I can't ever repay you. Forgive me, Massy. Please." She said before she let her hand slide out my and drop her head into them. 

"I'm so sorry." She now had her feet propped up on the chair, her legs in front of her body as she rocked on her bum, something she always did since she was two when she was crying.

"Babe, you don't have to be sorry. This isn't your fault. None of this is. I never felt any hate towards you for this and your already forgiven. This is my fault. Not yours." I stated, looking at my sad friend as she rocked herself on the chair. 

Bonnie lifted her head up and stuck her finger out. "Don't you dare say this is your fault missy! 'Cause it's not." She put her feet back down on the floor and wiped her tears away. Lifting her chair up, she moved closer to my, or should I say temporary and utterly uncomfortable hospital bed and placed her hand in mine again.

"Missy? Who did this to you?" She questioned in a whisper.

I looked down at our interlaced fingers. "No one." I stated bluntly.

"Was it, Princeton?" She questioned, her voice getting shaky. I looked up at her.

"Oh god." She let a tear streak down her face. Taking me into her arms, she hugged me the tightest she ever has before. I winced in pain. My chest felt like a bullet had been shot through it and my stomach wasn't any better.

"Sorry."She quickly released me.

"I'll make sure that son of a bitch gets what's coming for him."She stated a matter-of-fact-like.

"No. Please. He'll be punished when he's punished. Let the universe do what it wants with him."I stated. I'll tell what happens when I'm ready. Just then, my mom came in.

"Oh, my baby." She rushed over to me and hugged me.

"Mom," I stated. 

"Oh, sorry Massy. Didn't mean to hurt you darling." Over her shoulder, I saw a tall, muscle but not too much muscley guy by the door in all black. I stared at him in all his beauty. He had a defined jaw, dark hair, a button nose, and piercing blue eyes as blue as the sea. He was the most handsome person I'd ever seen. Hotter than the sun and when I say blue eyes, I mean Anderson Cooper blue eyes people!

"Who's that?" I questioned, shocked at his beauty. But there was something mysterious about him that I liked.

He walked into the room and was now next to Bonnie and mom. "I'm Micheal." He stuck his hand out towards mine. Taking his hand in mine, I looked down at it. I swear my hand fit perfectly inside his! 

"Mason. Mason Adrian." I stated. 

"Woah, no need to be adding last names here! You just met him!"My mom stated, being as annoying as a fly.

"Don't worry. I won't run a background check on her or something." He stated jokingly earning a laugh from Bonnie and my mom as I faught to keep mine back, not wanting the pain to come back to my chest.

"Nice to meet you, Micheal."

The End

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