Richard^^

Richard Venice sat next to me in Anatomy and smiled when I raised a brow at him.

"Can I help you?" I asked, a bit shocked by the whole situation.

Richard was the typical popular jock who hosted all the rocking parties, but he wasn't that mean cliché character you hear about in every movie either.

For a football player, he was a bit thin, but that didn't keep him away from being attractive with his long blonde hair and warm greenish eyes.

"Your boyfriend took my partner." He gestured at the back of the room- where Mason was sitting with one of the pretty cheerleaders.

"He's not my boyfriend," I murmured and looked back at the front of the class. Mrs. Porter was babbling about her life, she usually did.

Richard gave me a look, as if telling me he knew what I meant. "Trouble in paradise," he confirmed and nodded his head slowly.

"No," I growled, "we were never together."

"Okay, sure, whatever, Morgan," Richard shrugged sarcastically and paid attention to the teacher.

After a while, Richard decided to let out another painful stream of words. As if I was annoyed enough.

Now I know how Mason felt whenever I tried talking to him.

"I can help you get him back. . ." He trailed off.

I rolled my eyes, but didn't turn to look at him. "I don't want him back. Plus, we were never dating," I hissed.

Richard shrugged and clicked his pen. "I don't know, I've never seen him talk more to a girl than you."

I scoffed and held the urge to point out all of the girls he'd been with so far.

It had been funny how he had never been seen with so many girls, then he tells me on how he wasn't really a whore, and then all of a sudden, he starts banging anything with legs.

"Sure," I let out sarcastically.

"You know what, Morgan? I'm going to help you."

Great.

•••
Mason's P.O.V.

I sat down and buried my head in my hands, not giving a shit if I was missing Math.

I know I should've been happy that Michelle was finally going to get adopted, that she was finally getting an out.

But I wasn't.

I was furious.

I wanted to keep her with me, I know it was selfish but she was the closest thing to a family that I had, and I didn't want to let her go.

"Fuck," I growled as I pulled on my hair.

The universe really loved to fuck with me.

"What's wrong?"

I looked up and saw Lacey, wearing the school uniform, even though her skirt was hitched a bit higher than the school would've liked.

"Fuck off, Lacey," I scowled and put my head back down, hoping she'd take the memo and walk away.

I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, I didn't give a fuck who it was.

Lacey set a hand on my shoulder as her eyes flashed with sympathy.

"I can help you not think about it," she smiled as she leaned over a bit to show her cleavage through the school's button up shirt.

Lacey really didn't seem like the girl to give herself out like this, maybe she wanted to prove people that she was different than everyone else thought, maybe she was just bored.

Whatever it was, I didn't give a flying fuck, and if this had been any other day, I would've rejected her offer. But I really needed a distraction.

I nodded, and she stood up quickly, pointing towards the gym.

"I know the perfect place."
•••
"What the fuck, Mason," Morgan was standing on the front of the storage room, looking at me as if I had gone crazy. "Do you know what they could do to you if they found you having. . . you know in school?"

I scoffed and buckled my belt, rolling my eyes while I reached for my jacket.

I wasn't in the mood to argue with her either.

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

I tried passing her but she pushed me back into the closet roughy and closed the door behind her.

I could feel anger starting to build at the pit of my stomach. What the fuck was she doing here messing with me? She could be anywhere, but here she was, fucking with me when I was no good for her.

"Mason, what's wrong with you?" She said again.

I held the urge to roll my eyes, she acted as if she knew me.

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

I made another move to pass her but she stepped to the side, successfully blocking me.

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

When the fuck had I told her that?

I sat down on one of the shelves after sighing. Morgan wasn't going to let me leave, I was sure of that.

"When did I tell you that?" I voiced my thoughts, glaring at the wall behind her.

"You were drunk." She put a hand on my shoulder, "now tell me what's w—"

I felt another rush of anger surge through my body. Did she not get that I didn't want to be friends with her? She should be hanging out with other people- better people.

I snorted loudly and stood up abruptly. "Poor naive bitch."

In her defense, she was a cute- and maybe a little funny- but I needed to get rid of her or I'd either drag her down with me or she'd annoy me to the point where I would find the need to strangle her.

Maybe we could've been friends in another life.

"Excuse me?" She gasped, her face flushed and her green eyes widened dramatically.

I crouched down, not forgetting to flash her my signature smirk.

"I lied," I murmured.

I actually hadn't, but what did it matter now?

"No, you didn't," she shot back stubbornly.

I almost let out a groan of desperation, did I have to scream it at her? Why wouldn't she get the memo?

"Were you just trying to get into my pants?"

I tried my best to look disgusted, but in all honesty, she wasn't that bad, maybe if she didn't talk as much.

"Fuck, no," I hissed, "you're awkward, annoying, and you look like you came out of a fucking horror movie."

"So why make me believe we were finally friends if you're so annoyed by me?" She questioned. I could tell she was getting angry by the way she clenched her fist.

"I used you," I answered, "I needed a place to stay, it's not rocket science, Morgan."

She's been nothing but nice to you, my conscience reminded me and I cursed it.

It wasn't her fault I was so fucked up, she didn't deserve this but I wasn't going to drag her down with me, and I also wasn't going to let her deal with all the shit in my life.

Finish it, Mason, you're doing the right thing.

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

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my jaw, and tried to not look so surprised.

She had fucking punched me.

"I fucking sw—" I started but was distracted by her fist flying my way.

I caught her fist before it could reach me and put a bit of pressure it, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much.

I had had my fair share of fights. The only people I wasn't willing to hit were Rob- mostly because it'd be hard to explain why both him and his foster kid had bruises- and Morgan- because she was so small, I'd probably break her in a second.

She gave a mean punch though.

"Your mistake was believing in me," I murmured truthfully before storming out of the closet.

I made sure to ignore the small ounce of regret tugging at my gut.

Author's note
Hmmm, was Mason doing the right thing??

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