Against A ButterflyMature

Back at the dorms, Lyra pressed the number for her floor and Mason eyed her again. “Where are we going?” he asked curiously.

“Just wanna get something from my room. You could come in for a minute if you want.” She smiled sweetly at him and he nodded okay. He didn’t understand what she was getting at, but he acted like he didn’t care, or he just truly didn’t care.

Lyra put her key in the door, keeping her other hand in Mason’s. But he heard the noise before he saw it and couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. “You didn’t tell me Caroline had people over,” he hissed in her ear.

“Must have slipped my mind,” she whispered back. They stepped through the doorway together and the laughter inside died down. Along with Caroline, there were two other brunettes, and two other guys. They all smiled hello as Lyra said hi to everyone.

“Lyra!” Caroline practically screamed. “I didn’t think you would stop by! Here, here, let me introduce you to everyone. Everyone, this is Lyra and Mason.” She pointed to the brunettes, “Jen and Janet, they’re twins, in the drama department. And this is David; he’s a writer and also the editor of the newspaper.” David rose to shake hands with a smile. His blonde hair and blue eyes made him look like the typical nice guy. “Oh and this is Nathaniel, he’s the dancer.” He rose to shake hands as well. His hair was buzzed and brown, his eyes a light brown as well.

“You can call me Nathan though. Nice to meet you both.” He stated and Mason politely shook hands.

Lyra smiled, “Nice to meet you too. Nice to meet all of you. So sorry we can’t stay long though. Excuse me for a second.”

She squeezed Mason’s hand happily but his look was indescribable. Quickly, Lyra stepped into her bedroom and closed the door. She grabbed her purse, stuffing a few essentials inside. Double checking that she had everything, she slipped through the door back into the main room with everyone.

“Ready to go?” Lyra asked Mason quietly and he nodded. To everyone she said, “It was so nice meeting all of you but I think we’re gonna go now.”

“Oh, but we didn’t even get to talk about dance,” Nathan sighed. “We didn’t even get to know you, Lyra.”

“Next time,” Caroline answered for her. “They had other plans. Thanks so much for coming, Lyra. It means a lot to me.” She reached out for a hug and Lyra pulled her into her arms.

“No problem, I’ll see you later tonight.” She took Mason’s hand and they said more goodbyes before finally leaving.


Once they were alone in the elevator, Lyra turned to Mason to say something but his finger came up quickly. “Shhhh.”

“Did you just shush me?” she snapped and he nodded while laughing, opening up his arms for her.

“Don’t take it so personally. Come here.”

Lyra sighed, slowly leaning into him. She would never understand how or why she listened to him, ever. But just then she could feel his fingers stroking the end of her ponytail and she tried to pull away as Mason wrapped his arms around her tighter.

“You can’t escape,” he laughed as the elevator doors opened on his floor. With Lyra in front, he started walking, forcing her to move along backwards.

“Mason,” she groaned against his shoulder but he ignored her. He unlocked his dorm like nothing was wrong and then entered into his own room, closing the door behind them. Mason kept walking some more as she struggled to keep her balance. Finally he reached the bed, shoving her down onto it.

“Oops.” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders as she kicked her shoes at him. But he dodged them, grabbing her feet to lay her out straight. Then he climbed on top of her, staring curiously into her eyes.

“Sorry about everyone at my place,” Lyra blurted out.

“I really don’t care,” Mason said with a shrug. “But now you’ve given yourself something else to be punished for.”

“Why? You don’t like people?”

“Obviously not, no.” He shook his head back and forth. “If I could spend the rest of my life in a bed, with a hot chick, I would.”

“You are just terrible.” She reached up to slap his shoulder but he caught her hand.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Mason’s voice was taunting.

Lyra rolled her eyes and said, “You think you’re so tough, don’t you? Like I can’t put up a fair fight?”

“Oh please, I’ll beat you’re a*s, or I should say, I’ll continue to - any day any time.”

“No I can definitely beat you.”

“In pretend Lyra-land, sure.”

“No I’m serious. I’m being real.”

“Like fairies.” Mason straight-faced her and she rolled her eyes again.

“Alright fine. You can, most likely, beat me. But you admit I can put up a fight.”

“Against a butterfly, yes. But against me? Ha! Would you even truly want to fight anyway?”

“Uh yeah, as if we already don’t. Ha-ha, but yes … as long as it turns sexual.”

He shook his head and laughed. “I like the way you think.”

But do you even like me? She thought sadly, as a fake smile shown on her face but sadness was in her heart.

The End

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