Fallen Crest High- Mason’s POV by Tijan

Posted January 17, 2014 by Stephanie in Promotional / 0 Comments

“Mason, we have a problem.”

Logan was laughing like a hyena beside me while Strauss was dissecting the exchange we witnessed twenty minutes earlier between Kate and Jasmine. I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could see Ethan better.

“What?”

“We have a problem.”

“Then Kate whipped out that bottle and Jasmine pissed her pants, I almost lost it,” Strauss continued to say as Logan kept laughing.

“Shut the fuck up.” I punched my brother. He was drunk, he’d just gotten laid by two girls, and he loved hearing Strauss’s commentary on any chick fight we could see, but I couldn’t take anymore.

“Mase!” Ethan hit my seat. “I told you. I have a problem.” Logan glared at him. “Shut the fuck up, Fischer. Strauss is talking.”

“You shut the fuck up. I have a problem. Now.”

We were all silent. Waiting. When Ethan didn’t comment right away, Logan reached over and punched his leg. “No follow through, man. That’s your problem. On the field and off too.”

“Ouch. That hurt.”

“Fucker.”

“Yeah.” Strauss shook his head. “We were all quiet, but you lost your turn. You didn’t perform. You gotta think quick on your feet, Fischer.”

“You guys are pissing me off.”

Logan started laughing again. When I heard his voice starting to rise again, I spotted Quickie’s and turned into a slot. That was enough. As I wheeled next to a filling station, I turned the engine off and twisted back around. “Logan, go inside and get something to sober up. I’m not taking you home like this.”

He smirked at me as his eyes were glazed over. “We’re not going home. You heard Ethan. He’s got a problem.” Then he clambered outside. When Fischer didn’t follow him right away, I shot him a glare. “Go with him. Calm him the fuck down.”

He grunted, but did as I told him. Logan waited at the front of the car and when Ethan joined him, I heard him say something about Molly’s pussy.

Strauss started laughing. “I know your brother isn’t high as a kite, but man, he’s acting like it.”

“What do you expect? Two girls sucked him.”

That wasn’t the truth, though. As I lifted the gas handle and put the nozzle in my car, I knew that wasn’t why Logan was acting how he was. We’d gotten the news about our dad’s mistress. She finally broke it off with her husband and she was moving in the next day. Her and her daughter. When James told us, Logan hadn’t taken it the best way. He wanted to fight someone and kept asking if we could go after the Broudou’s tonight. I kept saying no. When we fought them, we were going to make sure they wouldn’t come around for a long time, but I felt the itch inside of me too. I wanted to fight someone. I wanted to do physical damage. That bitch broke up our family—well—that wasn’t the complete truth. My dad’s dick broke up the family, but his bitch had been panting around him for a long time.

Logan couldn’t fight anyone so he went the other way. He was acting like it hadn’t happened. I sighed and leaned against my car, waiting for the gas to fill up. We were supposed to help them move the next day. Fuck me. There was no way we were going and no way in hell he could even pay us to help them move. The bitch and spawn would have to move themselves, even though I knew James would end up paying for movers if we didn’t go.

Then I saw her.

Someone punched me in the stomach. That was the feeling I had. It was the same girl Logan had googled. Samantha Strattan. We found out who our dad’s mistress was years ago, knew the husband was the football coach at the Academy, but until last night we hadn’t known about the daughter.

It was her.

She was waiting by her car. Her arms were crossed over her chest, hugging herself, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. She was staring at Logan, who was now inside of the gas station. She had long black hair. It whipped around her from the wind, but it was like she didn’t even feel it. No. She didn’t give a damn. That’s what punched me in the gut.

She was strong. I saw it from her. She had dark eyes, petite lips, and high cheekbones. Her rack was decent. Her body was long and thin, but her legs were strong. Shit. She was tiny, but her eyes were dead. This was the bitch’s kid?

Then her shoulders tensed. She’d been studying Logan. Her eyes were eating him up, but not like the two chicks who just sucked him. She loathed him.

I narrowed my eyes.

I saw her turning—and here she came. Her gaze was locked with mine now. Her eyes widened and a look of wonderment came over her. She moved away from her car, just a step. It was the same look I got from wide receivers after I sent them to the ground with one touch. They were always shocked by the force and they reassessed me. Every time. I shook her. I saw it because I recognized it in myself.

Strauss came to stand beside me. He studied her a second before he commented, “Kate’s going to shit her pants by the looks of that one.” He saw it before I saw it, but I wanted her. I hadn’t realized it, but he was right. Then I smirked at her. This was going to be interesting. She saw the exchange. Her eyes narrowed and she lowered them for a second.

I couldn’t stop watching. What was she going to do? She knew that it was about her, but then her jaw hardened. She jerked her head back up and there was that same loathing, but it doubled. She stared right at me. Her shoulders squared as she faced me and then her chin lowered. Whether she realized it or not, her stance was challenging me.

I fought against smiling at her. She was hot. I knew Logan was going to think it, but damn I didn’t know if I could pass this one up.

Logan and Ethan came back. My brother said my name, but I didn’t hear him. He said something more to me, but I wasn’t paying him attention. All of it was directed on her.

“Who is she?” Strauss asked as she went inside to pay. “You know her, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. He’d say something and I didn’t want the guys to dissect her like they normally did. I shrugged and said, “I’m going to pay.” As I did, she was coming back. The challenge was back in her gaze. I couldn’t help myself. Veering towards her, I purposefully walked right at her. At the last second, I moved away an inch so my jacket brushed against her. I wanted to brush against her. Shit. I wanted to do more than that to her already, but I glanced back, watching her the entire time as I passed by.

She never wavered. She held her ground and stared right back. She had balls, whether they were real or not, the girl had balls. After I paid, I was itching to test her for some more. I wanted to see what she’d say, but when I went back outside, her friends had been right behind me inside. I heard their giggling and I didn’t want to get locked into a conversation with her. They would come back out at that moment and I’d have to endure them, but still… I paused by her car. She straightened, expecting me now. I started turning towards her without thinking, but the sound of screeching brakes pushed everything out of my head.

“What the hell?” It was the Broudous. Two cars had pulled into the lot and one of their buddies jumped outside with a smoke bomb.

Everything else was forgotten. I rushed past her. I knew Logan and the guys were behind me, but I didn’t care. I grabbed the first guy to pound. After that, it was game on. Logan took the smoke bomb from the guy and handed it to me. I launched it. If they wanted to fight, they were going to pay for it. Their second car emptied and we were all fighting. “Mason!” Logan shouted somewhere, but I lifted my fist for another hit. I kept ramming it at the guy and then moved onto another when he couldn’t fight it.

It was later, after the guys were tugging on me that I realized the cops would be coming. As we headed for my car, I remembered her. Our eyes caught and held for a second, but then Logan pounded on the car again and we peeled out of there.

We never went to Molly’s that night so Ethan could get laid. We went somewhere else.

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