I felt my heart stop in my chest. Everyone's eye's were fixed on mine and I was uncomfortable to say least.
Then I saw him. Princeton. All the thoughts and memories came flooding back from that moment in time. I had never experience any pain like that in my whole life. I honestly just wanted to die when that first punch hit me. I just wanted to escape the pain I was caged in.
I shifted my gaze down to the floor, finding a sudden interest in my Uggs.
"Anyone care to tell me who this bitch is?" I shot my head up to see a girl in a skin tight red dress and heels, glaring at me. Something about her told me to not sass her back, for fear of what she could do to me. I already know what all of these people can do, I don't need to get on their bad side.
"Stella, drop it." I saw Michael looking at her with his brows up. You could tell from his expression that he's not joking.
"Oh, so she's the reason why you can't even touch me anymore." Michael shifted his gaze to the wall, clenching and un-clenching his jaw, obviously trying not to lash out at her. "Oh, I see how it is. You found a new fuck buddy." She smirked, as if she knew shit.
"Excuse me?" I intruded. I obviously felt that it was my cue to speak. "Who said I was anyone's fuck buddy?" I questioned. Besides the three of us, everyone else in the room was quiet, shifting their gazes and coughing awkwardly.
"Um care to tell me who allowed you to talk, cupcake?" She tilted her head and clasped her hands together, sticking them under her chin.
"Miles! Get your sister's ass together." Michael yelled at him. Oh, so this is now a family reunion?
"Stella-" Miles got up and started to speak before he was cut off.
"No! I won't allow this bitch to come up in here and take Michael from me."
"Who said I was with him anyways?" I threw my arms out in exasperation.
"It's so fucking obvious." She rolled her eyes, walking over to me. But before she could get any closer, Michael came in between us.
"That's enough!" He yelled at her.
"Fuck you all!" She yelled before stomping up the stairs. Since nobody said anything about her going up there, I assume she lives here also. Fucking great!
Before it could get even more awkward, someone spoke up.
"Um, Mason?" I turned around, bag in hand.
"Since it seems that everyone here is being a dick and won't introduce themselves, i'll do the honors. I'm Trent." Everyone giggled and Michael just rolled his eyes.
I felt my face warm up and I stuck my hand out. "I'm Mason." I smiled at him. "I assume your the one that's got Bonnie all lovey-dovey since last period." I laughed.
"She like's me?" His face lit up like a Christmas tree. He looked so cute when his eyes widened.
Laughing, I shook my head. "Yeah, your all she talks about anymore." I boosted his ego.
I noticed that our hands were still being held together. I glanced down at my hand and he looked down also, laughing and letting it go. "Well tell her I said i'm looking really, really, forward to us working together....as partners." I bit my lip, fighting the urge to laugh. I was already starting to like this kid.
"Okay Mason, lets go-" Michael was cut by another handsome figure.
"Hold up man." Another guy walked over. Trent stepped over to the side by me.
"I'm Justin. " He lunged over, pulling me into a deep hug.
"Whoa, there. Were already getting into the hugging thing?" I questioned.
He just shook his head. "Not my fault, you looked so inviting." Everyone started laughing and the remainder of the guys got up also. This was quickly becoming a meet and greet.
"Jeremy." The next guy stated simply, shaking my hand. "Mason." I replied, earning a chuckle from him.
"Hey babe, I'm Carson." He laughed, pulling me into a hug and hitting my back, causing me to almost fall if his body wasn't in front of me.
"Oops, sorry." He laughed. The guy next to him scoffed, "Psh, flirt."
"What did you call me?" Carson asked.
"Fuck off, you know you not gonna do nothing." He held his head high.
"You lucky I don't wanna scare the Miss here or your ass would be on the floor by now."
"That's what you said last time, when she wasn't here." He smirked. The other just kept quiet.
"Anyways, lovely lady, I'm Jason." The guy who called Carson a flirt spoke up. He looked at me. "I think by now you know my name so I don't have to say it, right?" I was becoming bored with constantly saying "Mason".
Shaking his head in understanding, he smirked, "I know. Mason".
One last person came up, and everyone went silent, watching him walk over to me. I remembered this guy.
"You must be Mason." He walked over to me, digging his hands in his pockets, thumbs sticking out.
"No shit Sherlock." I heard Michael scoff. He just ignored Michael's comment.
"I'm Miles, the leader as you can tell." He bragged.
I scoffed. "Sorry, I didn't notice." Everyone made "Ooh" and Oh!" noises. Miles just smirked.
"I like this chick." He laughed. "Welcome to our humble abroad, Massy."
"You have a nickname for her too, now?" Michael questioned, brow up in curiosity.
"Yup. She doesn't mind, do you Massy?"
"Why are you constantly trying to scare me?" I thought aloud.
"That's just the way he is." Justin stated. "Always so fucking serious."
"Well someone outta around here." He muttered.
"Um, we really gotta get started on this fucking project." Michael stated.
"Didn't you forget someone?" We all turned around in search of the voice. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I felt a hand caress my back. Turning, I saw Jeremy there giving me a encouraging smile. I already felt like I had grow a bond with all of them in the short time span I spent getting to know them all.
Princeton walked over to us.
"Hey dude, I think you know your place." Trent suddenly got serious, something I could tell was out of his nature.
"Oh, I know. I'm just getting a drink." He shook his head, walking passed me and brushing shoulders with me on purpose. I felt my shoulder crawl with disgust.
Noticing my discomfort, Michael touched the small of my back. "Lets go." He softly spoke up.
I picked my bag off the floor and shook my head.
"It was nice to meet you all."I smiled.
"The pleasure's ours, Massy." Mile's smiled.
Following Michael around the (may I add HUGE house,) I followed him up the staircase and down the long hallway. I heard some quiet sobbing next to a door I assume is Stella's. I felt bad for her, to be honest. Falling for someone who doesn't feel the same for her. That person being Michael.
While I was still in my daze, I looked up to see Michael smirking down at me.
"Are you gonna go in or what?" He spoke up humorously.
I just rolled my eyes and entered the room. There was a flat screen T.V. on a long table against the wall to my right. In front of the table were a whole bunch of different video games, a Wii, Playstation and a whole bunch of different consols. There was also two video game chairs in front of the table. I mentally scoffed. Boys and their stupid toys.
Walking furthermore into the room, the side of the room that had the door we just entered had a walk in closet and the side of the room that had the table and video games had a large bathroom towards the left, a desk near the walk in closet. Across the room was a large window with no blinds, a dresser near it.
The last wall had the too-big-for-one-person bed, two small tables on the side. For some reason, my instincts told me too look up.
"Who the hell has a chandelier in their bedroom?" I questioned, shaking my head.
He laughed. "It wasn't my idea. It came with the house."
"So, who's house is this really?" I questioned, turning around once I was deeper into the room and turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"It's....everyones. Everyone in the pack." He answered. By pack you mean gang. I stated smartly in my mind.
"What do you guys like....do?" I questioned.
Michael had turned around now, giving me his undivided attention. "Nothing." He stated simply.
"I don't think you just do nothing." I commented.
"Can you please drop it? You don't need to know what the hell we do." He got all serious. Does this kid have multiple personalities or something? Maybe bipolar? One minute he's all nice, the next he's cursing at you.
Shaking my head "yes" even though he had his back turned around, walking towards the desk, I decided to drop the subject.
Standing up, I walked over to the desk, sitting on it and opening my binder I had retrieved from my bag.
"Okay...um. How 'bout we start reading this thing?" I questioned.
"Ugh, for fuck's sake." He muttered more to himself than to me. "Okay let's get this done and over with." He mumbled.
After about fifteen chapters, we stopped reading. Checking my phone, I noticed it was ten o'clock.
"I have about an hour before I think I wanna go home." I spoke up.
He just shook his head.
"Okay um, lets um-"
"You always do that." He smirked with his perfect smile.
"Do what?" I furrowed my eyes together and bit my lip.
"And that." He countered.
"What are you talking abo-"
"And you hate it when I do what I just did."
"Michael! What the hell are you talking about?" I exclaimed.
"You see?" He sat up and leaned over.
"You always say "um"." He stated, referring back to my sentence. He leaned in even closer, so close in fact that our noses were about half an inch from touching.
"Um..." I questioned. I couldn't help it! Bad habit I guess.
He laughed and I felt my heart flutter. Now closing the gap between us, he ran his fingers across my bottom lip. "You also always bite your lip." His cool breath hit my face. His fingers left my lips, leaving a sensation I couldn't decipher to linger.
His lips. They were right there. If I really wanted to, I could claim them for myself. They were rose colored and heart shaped. I looked up into his eyes and I saw him looking at my lips.
We were just in the moment, eyes going back and forth between our eyes and lips. Then a thought came into my mind. Laughing to myself knowing I would score points on my behalf for this, I licked my lips.
"Ugh, your such a fucking tease."I mumbled. I gave myself a mental pat on the back. Just what I was looking for. I let out a giggle.
Right when I was about to lean in and crash our lips together, he backed away.
"You also hate when I intrude on your sentence or stop you from doing or saying what you want. Like now." He laughed knowing he got me.
I felt my face heat up. That was so embarrassing! "Fuck you, i'm leaving." I started throwing my things in my bag. I wasn't mad at him. In fact, I was shocked and flattered that he knew this much from observing me for only one day. But I don't know how I would be able to sit there and not crave his lips on mine. His perfect bubble gum colored, heart shaped, fresh, cool, lips.
"Hey, Mason! Wait!" He got up and grabbed my wrist, pulling me so that I flung around and looked at him, my body pressed against his.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." See what I mean by bipolar?
"It's....okay. I guess." I mumbled chewing on my lip.
"Now can we get some of this done now?" He looked down at me.
"Yeah. I think that would be a good idea." I looked into his chocolate orbs.
Letting go of me, I suddenly felt the cold of the room engulf me. I felt so warm inside his arms. What the hell is going on with me? I can't like him, he's trouble.
"By the way. I think it's sweet that you know all that about me." I stated once I sat myself on the desk again.
He scoffed. "Babe, I'm anything but sweet."
"So, what do you think about Romeo and Juliet's love story?" I questioned. I had my laptop on my lap and had my fingers on the keys, waiting for him to utter something so I could type it.
"Bullshit." He stated simply. He was now twirling a basketball on his finger.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't believe in all that love bullshit. Who falls in love with someone after only so much time?" He questioned.
"You don't believe in love?" I questioned, in shock. Growing up, my mom, even though she's crazy, read me fairytales and told me my prince would come for me one day, and he would love me as much as he did life. Looking back, you would have never thought my mom's the way she is now.
My mom's the type to drink a bottle of alcohol then get dressed for church the next day, reading her bible and praying. She's confusing, to be honest. My family may be a weird one, but my parents are very religious, need me remind you.
"Why should I? All girls ever want from me is the chance for everyone to see me on their arm, like a new pair a earrings. I'm not some fucking piece a gold anyways." He responded. He was now clenching and un-clenching his jaw, something I noticed he did when he was mad.
I wondered if Michael was ever heartbroken to lead him to believe this. I don't think anyone would feel this way unless they experienced the pain of not being loved back. It reminded me of Stella. Maybe Michael's repeating what happened to him with Stella...?
I coughed awkwardly, racking my mind for something to change this subject.
"So I'll just try to put what you just said into nicer context." I laughed.
He shook his head.
"Hey um, I think i'm gonna go now." I looked at the time at the bottom of the laptop. It wasn't eleven yet but I wanted to leave seeing as Michael was deep in his thoughts.
"Lemme bring you down."
"No, it's okay. I can go by myself." I quickly responded. He raised his brows. "Thanks though." I added.
He nodded his head, opening the door for me. "Thanks for having me over, Mike." I smirked.
"You giving me a nickname?" He looked down at me. I bit my lip.
"Bye, Massy." He laughed. Ugh, such a perfect laugh, almost as perfect as him.
I was absolutely gushing over this boy, and it's not good news.
Pulling the knob instead of him closing the door, I smirked.
I started walking down the hall, smiling to myself looking down at the ground, thinking about what almost happened to me and Mike. But then thoughts filled my mind of him saying he doesn't believe in love. My smile faded.
I lifted my head up just in time to hit someone. "Oh sorr-" I stopped mid-sentence noticing I bumped into Stella.
"I'll tell you this, and I won't hesitate to knock you over if you disobey me. Stay, away, from Michael." He spat in my face before turning her heels and walking into her bedroom, not giving me time to comprehend what just happened. All my thoughts of feeling bad for this bitch replaced with fear. Great! Now I have two people telling me to stay away from Michael.
I jogged down the stairs.
"Hey....where you going?" My air left my lungs.
"Princeton, get out my way." I tried to push past him.
"I won't hurt you, I promise."
"Oh, the same way you hurt me last time?" I questioned, my brow up.
"Remember, I always get what I want. And I want you." He leaned in, his icy smile against my face. I tremebled with fear just thinking about getting hurt by him.
"Princeton! Fuck off!" I shot my eyes open to see Jeremy pushing Princeton off me.
"Unless you want my fist to meet your face, I suggest you leave her alone."
Princeton ignored his comment. "Remember what I told you,Massy." Ugh, now he just fucked up my nickname. It won't feel the same to be called that anymore.
"You okay?" Jeremy asked once Princeton was out of sight.
"Yeah. I'm just....I gotta get home." I murmed, breathing to keep form collasping. His face and icy smile just kept popping into my head, and so did what he did that night.
"Bye Massy!" Jeremy yelled once I reached the door. I managed a smile.
"By, Jeremy!" I called out before pulling the door open and walking over to my car, starting the engine.