"𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪."

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Ｍａｓｏｎ 

And suddenly, "Sinister" and his little boy toy were gone. What the hell even was that?

'Tell Alex, Sinister says hello.' I mocked, making a stupid face to match his. Who the hell even says shit like that? I didn't realize I was in The Godfather. Shaking my head, I glanced around once more to see if the two dipwads were actually gone. Which honestly, I'm kind of wondering where they went and how they disappeared so quickly? Sighing once more, I continued on my way down the hallway still trying to comprehend if that actually happened or if I'm literally dreaming right now.

"Mmm, yes."

What that actual fudge nuggets? I stopped walking immediately, my eyebrows furrowing as I tried to listen to, well I don't what it was I was listening for but still, I stopped walking so I could listen. After a few seconds of hearing nothing, I turned around to see if someone was behind me only to come up empty.

Alrighty then. I swear, I must be going crazy. A few more steps and yet again, I stopped. Only this time it wasn't due to some weirdo with an even weirder name stopping me or because I thought I heard some weird groaning noise. No, instead I was frozen in place due to the fact that Alex was standing a good fifteen feet from me with nothing on but a pair of boxing shorts, though they were at his ankles while he held a petite redhead against the wall, his hands tightly gripping her thighs while he, for a lack of better words, pounded into her.

"How many times is this going to happen this damn weekend?" I whined mentally. Abruptly, both of their heads snapped towards me.

Okay, so maybe that wasn't in my head. Dammit, Mason.

The pretty redhead squealed and pushed Alex back quickly, nearly falling to the floor as one of her ankles gave out slightly by the sudden impact.

"How many times are you going to cockblock me?" Alex questioned, annoyance evident in his voice while he tugged up his shorts.

"Oh yes because I just love catching you with your dick shoved up some girl," I muttered, rolling my eyes then quickly looked to the girl whose head was bowed. "Oh but no offense."

"I think you just like seeing my dick." He smirked.

"I thought we already went over this. No, I do not enjoy your micro penis. Shit, I'm surprised it was big enough to go in her." I shrugged then smirked. "Were you just faking it and using your fingers?" My smile grew wider as I watched his jaw become taut. Suddenly, his thumbs hooked around his waistband and pulled in shorts down all in one, his very large and still very excited member still on display.

What that actual fuck was going on? He smirked as my blatant observation of his wiener. "Like you see?"

Elongating my neck, I squinted my eyes and scrunched my nose. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about." I took a slight step forward. "Yeah, nothing." I looked to the redhead who was witnessing this entire thing. "What about you?" When she didn't reply, proceeded. "Don't worry, I can't see anything either. Think someone's had one too many blunts." I shrugged, standing up straight and waved my hand flippantly. "Well, if you don't mind. I have someone waiting for me out there. Nice to meet you, "

"Cynthia."

"Cynthia." I smiled. "And sorry about your small dick Alex, I'm sure there's some surgery you can't get or something. Worst case, there's always strap-ons." And with that, I left through the double doors. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed harshly. I swear to God, Ashton Kutcher is about to pop out and tell me this is some sort of prank. If not then I'd like to know when the hell my life became like some cliche ass romance book. I made it back to Piper much easier than I thought I would and slumped back down in the seat beside her, Immediately catching her attention. "Where the hell have you been? You said you'd be quick. Were you taking a crap or something?"

I scrunch my face in disgust. "Ew, no. I ran into Alex." I omitted telling her about creepy dude and creepy dude's friend.

She wiggled her eyebrows. "Alex you say."

"Yeah." I nodded looking at the two fighters who were disgustingly bloodied, however, kept on fighting. "But don't go wiggling your eyebrows around. He was balls deep in some pretty redhead and we had some words."

"You had some words?"

"Uh, yeah. He asked how many time I was going to cock block him and I told him that I didn't enjoy seeing his micro dick shoved into some random girl, no offense to the girl but still."

"Alex has a small dick?" She gasped.

"Oh, no." I shook my head. "His dick is absolutely massive. Like, so big it could rip someone in half but I'm not about to tell him that. The little shit's so cocky. He already knows how hot he is, it's not like he needs any more fuel to boost his oversized ego, hence why I told him he had a micro dick."

She bursts out laughing, though most of it is drowned out by the cheering of the crowd. "I can't believe you told him he had a micropenis."

"Yeah, and then, he pulled his shorts back down, his peeter on full display as if that was going to change what I said. Like, dude, I already saw it earlier."

"You've seen it before?" She gasped making me to her.

"Uh yeah. It was an accident. I barged into his room to yell at him for something,"

"What were you going to yell at him for?"

I waved my hand. "That's not important. Anyway, he was being his usual cocky self and I told him then that he had a micro weenie. Honestly, I don't see why he cares so much what I have to say."

"No guy likes being told they have a small dick."

"Yeah well, whatever. He's far too presumptuous and needs to be knocked down a few pegs." She cackled but turned to watch as the two men were dragged out of the ring, bloodied and bruised.

Not a moment after, the announcer jumped up making crude jokes before announcing the next two fights. "Next up we have Creeeaatuure!" His voice boomed loudly, over exaggerating the already stupid name. I snorted. Who the comes up with them names anyway? Oh hey, he's the creepy guys, creepy boyfriend. Weird. I looked behind him to find Mr. Creepy himself staring directly at me. Okay, then dude. "And his opponent tonight is everyone's favorite, Assassin." Everyone cheered deafeningly loud, as Alex climbed through the thick cables barely acknowledging anyone. After a few moments, everyone went silent to let the announcer speak. I mindlessly picked at my fingernails until I heard his obnoxious speech coming to an end.

"You got this Teenie Weenie!" I practically screamed causing everyone in the entire arena to look to me. Including Mister Teenie Weenie himself. I could see his clenched jaw from here as his fist balled at his sides. In return, I gave him a cheeky smile and sat back down beside Piper who was bent over laughing hysterically.

The fight went on as usual and surprise, surprise, Alex won. Woah, shocker there. We surely didn't see that one coming. Piper and I decided to stay seated for a bit until the place had cleared out somewhat knowing the likelihood of our small frames being able to push through the copious amounts of bodies packed together tight. Once a good amount of people were gone, we stood up and began making our way to one of the sets of double doors.

"I can't believe you literally shouted that out at him." Piper laughed. "Did you see how pissed off he was?"

I shrugged. "When doesn't Alex look pissed off? I swear that boy has a permanent stick up his ass."

"Do I now?"

We stopped immediately, turning around to find none other than Ole' Stick up the ass himself. "Um, yes. Yes, you do."

"Piper, you can go. I'll drive Mason home." He said to her, though he never took his eyes off of me.

"Um, excuse me. No, you won't."

"I didn't ask."

"And I don't give a flying fuck. I don't who the hell you think you are but I'm tired of putting up with your bullshit. Your parents and brothers might do it because they love you but I couldn't care less. You're not in charge of me and I'm so sick of your little bitch ass attitude. Fuck, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were a damn teenage girl going through puberty." I huffed. "Then again, I have seen your almost non-existent penis so maybe you are."

"You seem to enjoy talking about my dick quite a lot." He smirked.

"Not really. I'm just so surprised if I'm going to be completely honest. It's as if you're an anomaly. Bad boy, possibly girl with an itty bitty dick. I wonder if they'll research it once you die and question how a boys penis could just stop growing because I mean, that must've been what happened. I'd say probably around the age of seven months or something because there's no way-"

"That's enough." He bit out, pissed off beyond anything I'd ever seen. "Again, Piper you can go home."

"No Alex, you go home."

"Go home, Piper."

"Don't tell Piper what to do. Piper, you stay right here."

"Piper go home, now."

"No. Piper, don't move. Alex, go away, nobody here likes you anyway."

"Piper, Mason will see you tomorrow at school."

"I'll also see her on the car ride home."

"I'm driving you home. Now say goodbye to your friend and let's go."

"What? I- We- Did we not just have this whole discussion of, 'I don't know who you think you are but you can't just go bossing people around as if you own them?' are you stupid or do you just choose not to listen because honestly, if you'd ask me, I'd most likely go with the former; just saying."

"Let's go now, Mason."

"Um, yeah I'm gonna go ahead and say no. Let's go Piper." I muttered, fed up with this entire conversation. I grabbed Piper's hand to get as far away from butt wipe as I could. But of course, nothing could ever be that easy with someone as stubborn as Alex. I was instantly tugged back. I looked at where he had placed his hand on my forearm and then back up at him. "If you could just let go of me, that'd be great, thanks."

"I'm not fucking with you Mason, let's go."

"I'm not fucking with you Mason, let's go." I mocked being the mature person I am.

"Would you grow the hell up?" He grunted.

"I will when you do."

"Ooo. Such a good comeback."

"Whatever, let me go."

"Not until you agree to come home with me."

"Let me think about it." I pondered, tapping my chin with my index finger. "Mmm, yeah. I'm going to have to pass."

"Mason, maybe you should just-"

"Don't you turn on me." I whipped my head towards Piper who looks anxious as all hell. "You're really going to choose his side?"

Alex smirked.

"No, never." His smirked dropped immediately making mine pick up. "I just, he's obviously not going to stop until he gets what he wants and as much as I love you, I can't stay out all night. My mom told me to be home at one and it's nearly twelve-thirty now."

I groaned, accepting defeat. "Fine." I ground out. "But only because I don't want Piper to get in trouble for missing her curfew not because I like you or your stinky ass."

"I can wait if you really want me to Mase." Piper offered, making me smile.

"It's fine. I can go home with Loser face. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"Are you sure? I don't mind,"

"I promise. I'll be okay. If he annoys me too much I'll just poke him in the eye."

She laughed. "Okay. Text me when you get home so I know that you're okay. K?"

"Okie Dokie Pokie. Wait, do you need me to walk you out?"

"No, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure, there are a bunch of weirdos around here. Example A." I muttered, gesturing to Alex beside me to which he scoffed.

"Don't worry about me. If I feel uncomfortable I'll ask Anders to walk me to my car."

"You better. Love you and thanks for the fun day. Oh, wait, my stuff."

"I can just bring it to you tomorrow if that's okay?"

"Sound good then we can hang out again if you want."

"Definitely. See you tomorrow."

"See ya." I smiled, watching until she was completely out of sight before turning to look at Alex. More so his chest since he was so freakishly tall. I craned my neck. "Why are you such a twat?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Why are you such a damn twat? I don't understand why you insist on driving me home when I had a perfectly good ride, that I would prefer over you."

"Why are you here in the first place? Didn't I tell you to never come back here?"

"And didn't I tell you that I didn't give a flying fuck about what you wanted?"

"You have such a potty mouth."

"You have such a potty face." I retorted, stupidly.

He chuckled. "A potty face,"

I waved my hand around. "I don't know. Who cares. I want to go home and seeing as your forced me to go with you, let's go."

He laughed again but continued to lead the way out, his duffel bag over his shoulder that I only now just noticed. However, he continued to laugh and repeat 'potty face' making me roll my eyes.

Wanker.

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authors note, 

Hello! 

Tuesday update because why the hell not? 

And don't you worry, I'll be updating this weekend as usual. I actually began writing this chapter for this weekend but I ended up finishing it quite quickly and figured why the hell not post it today?  so here you are. 

Tomorrows my daughters birthday, she'll be 3 and I want to cry just thinking about it. She's defiantly my little princess. She's obsessed with pink and Barbies and honestly, I can't wait to see her face when she opens up her gifts tomorrow. 

Anyway, happy reading and thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoy it and if you did, please don't forget to comment and vote. 

Happy Tuesday!

M.