"Collins!" Coach Sicowich exclaimed and blew his whistle aggressively.

I held the urge to roll my eyes at the him and smiled as best as I could while I made my way towards him. "Yes, coach?"

Coach Sicowich was the P.E. coach who was around 40 years old, overweight, bald, and bitchy.

"Go get the dodge balls from the storage room out back," Sicowich ordered and handed me some keys.

Anything to get me out of running laps.

"And make sure you come back or else," he looked at me pointedly.

Most kids just ditched after being sent out.

I took the keys from his hands and started walking towards the back of the gym.

Man, I fucking hated P.E. There was nothing more that I detested than running laps. It was like I had 60 year old smoker lungs, I could get three steps away before coughing up my organs.

I heard giggling and halted.

Oh, no, this was the place everyone came to make out.

There was a blind spot for the cameras between the gym and the locker rooms.

I hastily passed the couple and walked a few more rooms until I finally reached the storage room.

"Fucking, Sicowich," I murmured and put the keys in the lock.

Huh, it was already unlocked.

"Mason," a moan came from inside the storage room, but my brain didn't have enough time to react, so I flung the door open.

I had seen Mason's dick for the second time this month.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed and shut the door.

Lacey and Mason were. . . why the fuck- in school?

After remembering coach's words I hesitantly opened the door, making sure to look the other way.

"Can you pass me the dodgeballs?"

"No," Mason murmured.

There was shuffling before I felt a small hand on my shoulder, making me turn around.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Lacey said, now fully clothed, her cheeks were tinted with pink.

Sorry won't make me forget the atrocities I had witnessed.

"Yeah," I responded and watched Lacey walk the other direction.

"What the fuck, Mason," I hissed. Fortunately, he was fully clothed now and looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Do you know what they could do to you if they found you having. . . you know in school?"

Mason scoffed and adjusted his belt, he rolled his eyes while he reached for his jacket.

"That's none of your business," he murmured bitterly.

He tried passing me but I pushed him back into the closet, closing the door behind me.

"Mason, what's wrong with you?" I pushed and watched as his eyes shone with annoyance.

"I like to fuck girls, Morgan, what do you want me to say?"

I winced at his response and stepped sideways in order to block him once he tried to pass me.

"You told me that you've only been with one girl," I stated as a matter of factly.

Mason sighed and sat down on one of the shelves, finally realizing I wasn't going to let him out anytime soon.

"When did I tell you that?" He inquired, glaring at the wall behind me.

He looked like a child who had just gotten scolded for talking back.

"You were drunk," I clarified and put a hand on his shoulder, "now tell me what's w—"

He snorted loudly and stood up abruptly as if my hand had burned him. "Poor naive bitch," he chuckled bitterly.

My mouth fell open and I gasped. "Excuse me?"

This fucking bitch wanted to fight me.

He crouched in front of me so we were on eye level as his mouth contorted into a smirk.

"I lied," Mason admitted, the smirk never left his face.

"No, you didn't," I shot back stubbornly. There was no way he had lied, there had to be a reason for his sudden mood change. I mean, why would he pretend to be my friend if I annoyed him so much? 

Unless. . .

"Were you just trying to get into my pants?" I asked, as the sudden realization came to me.

Mason grimaced at the idea. "Fuck, no," he almost growled, "you're awkward, annoying, and you look like you came out of a fucking horror movie."

I frowned but didn't deny it. I mean, he wasn't wrong.

"So why make me believe we were finally friends if you're so annoyed by me?" I questioned, feeling my blood boil at him. 

"I used you," he replied, his smirk growing impossibly bigger, "I needed a place to stay, it's not rocket science, Morgan."

I clenched my fist and narrowed my eyes, building up the courage for what I was about to do.

"Now go run along and leave me the fuck alone for once in your—"

I threw my hands up and punched his square in the jaw, causing him to cut off abruptly.

I knew he didn't need anymore people hitting him, but he had my blood boiling by this point.

I really needed some anger management classes.

"I fucking sw—"

I went to throw another punch but he caught it quickly.

He tightened his grip on my fist and I winced.

"Your mistake was believing in me," he growled before releasing my fist and stormed out of the closet.

Well, fuck.

•••

"What's wrong with you two?" Dee raised her eyebrow and nudged my side.

I had been avoiding Mason for a week now, which was pretty easy considering today was the first day he actually showed up since our little encounter in the storage room.

"Nothing," I stated as I tossed a french fry into my mouth.

Dee gave me a pointed look and gestured towards Mason with her spork. "I would believe a little more if you stopped shooting glares at him every ten seconds."

He had been avoiding me too. I Anatomy, he had say with Patricia Edwards and now he was sitting with the cheer squad.

"He's being a dick," I rushed and shot yet another glare towards him.

"Mason? Being a dick? No!" Dee exclaimed in a monotone voice, "do you know why no one ever talks to Mason, Morgan?"

"Because he's a dick," I repeated as I fiddled with the limp tomato on my plate.

"Because he doesn't want any friends. Do you think you're the first person to ever try to become his friend? He pushes them all away or fucks them and then ditches them," Dee retorted as she threw a look at the cheerleading squad.

I shook my head and looked back down at my feet.

"I just can't believe he lied."

Dee gave me a look. "He has a reputation for it, honey, how did you not see it coming?"

She had a point.

"Okay, from now on I'm not going to mess with any more boys who have a stick shoved up their ass."

"Amen," Dee replied.

Author's Note

what do you think is up Mason's ass?
Do you think they'll make up?

All this and more answered on the next chapter!

Leave me a fucking comment because I am very, very lonely.