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"What do you think?" Mason asked, trying to make some light conversation between us. He walked up to a round table that stood on the left side of the entrance and placed his keys into the glass case that had small compartments with other keys.

I suppressed a glare and looked around the inside of Michaels house. I hate to admit it, but its breathtakingly beautiful. There was so much detail into everything around me. Every single colour matched the other. It was so welcoming there was a certain vibe to the house; carefree, happy; something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

From what I could see, the house was gigantic. On my left was an open door which led to the lounge, across from it; on my right, an open door and it led to the dining room. What really caught my attention though, was the chandelier hanging down from the skylight- no wonder it was so light in here. In front of us was a beautiful Mahogany staircase leading up to the second floor. Where it stopped and split into two sections; one going left and one going right hung a big family picture. From the looks of it, all the furniture matched the colours of the room. The colour scheme of every room looked calm and peaceful, like a safe haven.

"Its beautiful," I said in awe, looking at the chandelier again.

Mason smiled. "My mom did it. She's an interior designer, with the structure of the house and her skills- this place looks like a palace." He stated, proudly looking around the room. He stopped looking and walked around me in a circle, poking me on the nose.

"Am I forgiven yet?" he asked, doe-eyed.

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from him. "You're forgiven." I moped. "But I still don't want to be here." He pulled me into a side hug and chuckled, causing me to pout even more.

"Tough!"

Before I could give him a snappy replay, Ashton, Jason, and Michael ran into the room, laughing. Ashton walked forward to greet Mason and me while the other two stood one side being very rude.

Ashton kissed my cheek and asked, "Why are you pouting?" He turned to Mason. "Why is she pouting?" he repeated, comically.

The other two joined in on our conversation. It seemed that Michael was going to ignore the fact that we almost kissed. Well if that is how he wants to handle this, then so be it.

"Well our little Autumn here, tried to jump out of a moving vehicle, twice," Mason said, pulling me out of my thoughts. He pulled me closer into his side and chuckled. "Ones when she thought I was taking her to a strip club and the second time when she saw Michaels surname on the gate."

I shrugged lightly; a bit embarrassed because everyone was staring at me. "I don't want to be here," I said with my pout still prominent.

Ashton chuckled. "Well such it up. You're with us now!" He turned and went into the lounge that was on my left. Jason sent me a small amused smile and followed him, with Mason shortly behind. Mason called behind him for me to follow, but Michael had other plans.

He grabbed my elbow and pulled me back towards him. I stumbled and fell landing snug against him, my hands on his chest, his on my waist to keep me upright. It felt like the very first time that I had been this close to him. The same scent that I smelled last night overwhelmed me, and I quivered. I looked up, and our eyes met, I drowned in a pool of green.

Michaels eyes roamed all over my face, and a very subtle blush covered his cheeks. He cleared his throat and took a step back; my hands dropped to my side. Nostalgia filled me from the loss of his embrace. He averted his gaze to anywhere but my face and sighed.

"I saw you last night." He said, running his hand through his luscious black curls. That act alone almost distracted me from what he said that I barely caught on.

"News flash so did half of Cliff-Wood High," I commented sarcastically, trying to hide the sudden fear that crept over me.

"Don't play coy you know exactly what I mean!" His eyes roamed over my face, searching, analysing, and it was making me feel uncomfortable.

I looked at him more or less how he was looking at me and tried to focus on what he was saying. I stepped back hesitantly and held onto my arm; he couldn't possibly be talking about that. He saw me last night. The look on his face said it all, then it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I glared up at him.

My defences were up; I was going to deny whatever he had to say. If I played it off and pretended that I had no idea what he was talking about, I might be able to keep my friendship with Mason and Ashton. If not, then I would have to end things and cut them off. The fact that I could fight was a secret that I would have liked to be kept unknown.

Michael raised his eyebrows, expectantly, I shrugged pretending to be clueless. He looked towards the lounge and lowered his voice. "You were walking somewhere, and then you were attacked-" before he could finish his sentence, I took a step forward and scowled at him, silencing him.

"Do us both a favour and pretend that you didn't see anything." He opened his mouth to object. "It doesn't concern you, got that?" I asked in a threatening tone, leaving the room before he could answer.

I joined the others in the lounge and found them playing a video game on the big screen. Mason tapped the space next to him, and I sat down laying my head on his shoulder.

Michael walked into the room and sat down across from me to my right. From what I could see, he wasn't angry with me, but I definitely made a mistake with the answer I gave him. I only sparked a curiosity in him. The intense stare I was feeling confirmed it; he was intrigued, and I was dead meat.

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