He gazed at me, trying to figure out my expressions. I quickly retreated my eyes to my table. I opened my clutch, took out my phone and started scrolling down my Facebook. I still tried to see him beneath my lashes.

Fuck, he's coming this way!!

I was frozen, I didn't know how to react. I tried to bury my face inside my cellphone. I was feeling nausea. The alcohol had started doing his work.

Just go away, don't come this way. Please, please.

Well, you know how my life is! He did come this way. I was still pretending busy with my mobile. I softly wiped out the marks of tear from my face. He came to my table, pulled out a chair and sat down. He just freaking sat down, without even saying anything. He didn't even ask if I am comfortable with it or not.

Where're his fucking manners!

I didn't say anything, I continued to look into my phone. He didn't say anything either. He was just staring at me. I was ignoring him badly but he didn't move a bit. I was feeling weird, a beautiful stranger was gazing at me like he was going to kidnap me. I tried to resist but I couldn't.

"What? Don't stare at me," I kept my phone on the table with a sudden force of irritation.

"Well, that wasn't so hard right? I know how you are staring at me from the start." he smiled. "And when I am coming to you on my own, you are pretending to be busy." he fells back on the chair, pushing the lock of his hair aside from his face. "Bad manners pretty face," he pulled a face mockingly.

"You sit down on my table without asking me and then you are talking about my manners?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Damn it, let's get to the point, why were you crying?" he crosses his arms, demanding an answer.

"What??" I gasped. "I... I was not crying." I stammered a little.

His lips stretched into a grin. He fixes me more intensely, trying to figure out if I am telling the truth. "I can still see traces of tear on your lashes."

I blinked my eyes, it felt wet. I quickly wiped them dry. I didn't say anything. What do I say now? I was caught red-handed. I was feeling uncomfortable. "It's none of your business."

"Making a beautiful girl feel good, is surely my business." he flashes a warm smile on his lips.

I was tired of avoiding people. I was tired of ignoring the people who were trying to make me feel good. My friends, my mom, I made them all feel down. I ignored them. But he's a stranger, I can't tell him my personal things. I take my cell phone and continued scrolling down my Facebook. He was still waiting for me to say something. I was trying hard to make him give up and leave me alone but he didn't. I winced when I saw a picture posted by Zac. I had Eva's Facebook password with me so I used to use her profile to check on Zac sometimes. It was a picture from a restaurant with his friends; there were three boys and two girls. One girl was posing beside him. It had a caption saying 'Graduation Party with my besties.'

I was fuming, It didn't bother me that a red hair bitch was sitting so close to him but I felt a pain that he's celebrating, he's happy without me. He doesn't feel any emptiness in his life without me. I slammed my phone on the table. Mason was calm and he was reading my expressions nonchalantly. I couldn't hold my tears. I clenched a fist burying the nails inside my palm. I was angry, I was rueful.

"He dumped me, I feel broken, I feel shattered, I try to hide my emotions but I can't." I started saying in a husky voice. Mason was quite like he understood my state of mind. "I never blamed him, I let him go and he blocked me. I still didn't say anything." My chest got tight, tears continued to roll down my eyes. "I just expect him to be sad for me, he loved me right?" I saw Mason with helpless eyes. "Then how can he celebrate, and have that big smile on his face like nothing happened." I broke down, I took short breaths. "Why? Why? Why?" I punched my hands on the table and screamed. I rested my head down on the table and continued to sob loudly. Mason said nothing, he just stretched his hands and patted my back. And this is the last thing I remember before I blacked out. I was too high on alcohol.

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When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a soft fluffy bed. I was covered with a white sheet, it was so soft and comfortable. The warmth of the sun rays glowed in my eyes making it difficult to see clearly. I blinked several times and swallowed the panic climbing up my throat at the unfamiliar room.

Where the hell I am? And eww am stinking like a dead fish.

I shot up from the bed, dazed. I gasped in shock when I saw Mason sitting on a chair placed in front of my bed. "You fucking scared me! And what are you doing here? Where am I? Are you going to kidnap me? Please don't, my family is so poor they don't have any money." I shouted. "Hell, my head" I groaned as I felt a sudden pain in my head. I was badly hungover.

"Are you done with your screaming?" he said nonchalantly, no mark of emotions on his face.

"Wh... What?" I asked shockingly. "Ummm... Sorry. But what I am doing here?" I tried to remember but I could only see blurred images in my head and nothing concrete. "Oh my God!! Did we had sex?" I widened my eyes horrified.

"How do you scream so much? And stop making stupid assumptions. We didn't have anything. You just blacked out yesterday and I helped you. How can you be so careless? By looking at you, I don't think you are allowed to drink that thing!" he chided. I felt like I was getting lectured by my mom.

Omfg... Mom!!! She will kill me. I wasn't home all night.

I started gazing for my clutch, it was beside the lamp which sat on a table five inches away from me. I grabbed it hurriedly and reached for my phone. Then he said "Don't panic, your mom won't be mad. I already handled that!"

"What??" I shouted, scared. "Did you talk with my mom? Oh God, she will kill me now." My hands were shaking in fear. I swiped up and opened my phone. There were 10 missed calls from her.

"Do I look mad? Of course, I didn't talk to her. I replied to her text that you are staying over at your friend's house and you can't receive the call because you are having dinner with her family." he smug.

I calmed down, I saw the texts and he really handled it well. Mom had replied me that she is doing overtime and she won't be home till morning. I sighed and took a breath of relief. I was so grateful to him. If he was not there to save me yesterday, I would have stuck myself into a lot of trouble. I gave him a small smile "Thank you"

"Finally, heard something good from your mouth," he said mockingly and I chuckled. I couldn't believe a stranger helped me so much. But no one can do something for free in this cruel world. He must want something in return. I was making different assumptions in my mind when he offered me a tray full of delicious breakfast and coffee.

"You made that?" I asked.

"I know I am talented but cooking isn't one of them. I just tried to make them watching on YouTube. I hope the taste doesn't kill you," he wiggled his brows while gazing the food on the tray. He had made me scrambled eggs on toast. "But I make great coffee here try it. It will help you with your hangover. And in case you ask, no I haven't mixed any poison inside it," I looked at his face and we both laughed together. Suddenly I saw my dress soiled with something gross dry thing. It smells too bad.

"Eww... What's this thing?" I darted my eyes on my dress, trying to figure out what it was.

"That's your dry vomit," he replied.

"Vomit? Eww." I was feeling gross. I can't believe I slept all night inside this dirty dress. "Did I do anything stupid?"

"Ummm, nothing much just screamed madly inside the bar that they threw us out and then you threw up all over my favorite car. Two times." he threw an apple in the air caught it and took a bite.

I bit my lips, embarrassed. I was totally a mess last night. I tried to say something but I couldn't. What he must be thinking about me! A totally mad drunk girl.

He looked at me crossing his arms which flexed his muscular body. He was so fit. "Relax, you don't have to say anything," he said whilst placing the breakfast in front of me. I  gave him a nervous smile and took a sip of the coffee and it was really great. When I saw the scrambled eggs it was burned and looked bad. Veronica, you should not judge a book by his cover. It may look bad but it can be opposite in taste. I slowly took a bite of the toast and it was gross. I could feel the eggshells cracking under my teeth. Mason was watching me eating in hope to find out how it tasted. I put a smile on my face and swallowed it slowly. I couldn't complain about it. He is not a cook but he made this for me. It's really big of him. "It's so great, you should continue your cooking," I said while taking another bite from my plate. I couldn't explain how hard it was to swallow another bite from that toast.

"Can you do one thing for me?" he drawled.

I knew that he wants something from me.

"Sure, unless you ask me to handover myself for drinking alcohol without an ID"

"What no!! You are mad.  Will you stop making stupid assumptions and just do this one simple thing, give me your crazy boyfriend's number, call him with my phone and beat the shit out him now." he smirked and the corner of his mouth lifted up in a mischevious smile.

"Do what?" I made my eyes huge like it was going to jump out of my socket

Is he freaking mad!! 

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Love Priya :)