my laptop. I trusted Mason—but that was the problem. I trusted him, but I didn’t necessarily trust me. I wanted more, but at the same time, I didn’t.
Ugh. What was wrong with me, seriously?
I set my head down on my laptop, feeling another explosive sigh build within me. Nothing could be easy for me, nothing could be straightforward. I honestly hated it. Everything was so much simpler before Mason and Calum stormed into my life and refused to leave it. I was perfectly fine living my miserable existence before.
Now…now I was just miserable and confused.
And hopeful, which just made it all worse, really.
It was as I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, that I thought to reach for my phone. Now would be a good time to hear Calum’s voice, but still, my phone held no unread messages from him. That was probably for the best, anyways. Let him forget about me; at least it would make it easier on me. I wouldn’t have to wrestle with my feelings for two guys at once.
Would it really stop me, though, from thinking about him? From imagining his lips on mine, his arms encircling me and holding me close? Probably not. I didn’t think anything could.
Chapter Thirteen – Mason
After class on Friday, I did a mad cleaning sweep of the whole apartment. Top to bottom, I didn’t even leave the walls untouched. I did my laundry, even put it away, dusted, vacuumed, the whole shebang. I didn’t want to seem like a slob to her, so I did everything in my power to make it seem like I had everything together.
I did, but, uh, I was just messy about it. With class and work, cleaning was usually the last thing on my mind when I got home after a long day, you know? Plus, I usually had homework to do, so by the time all that shit was done, I was usually calling it quits for the night.
Not today, though.
Bree had been pretty quiet during class this morning, and I did wonder if it was because she was nervous about our date tonight. She hardly touched the hot chocolate I brought her—something I thought odd, since the weather was slowly getting colder. In a month, it’d be straight-up winter, and nobody was ready for that shit.
The snow, the cold, the ice…yeah, winter was just miserable, if you asked me.
After I cleaned the apartment, I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse. Didn’t want to smell like sweat when I was with Bree. Not that I expected we’d be close, but, you know, I was hopeful. After all, with Calum gone, it was just me and her now. From my not-so-sly asking, I knew Calum still talked to her, but talking to her and actually spending time with her were two vastly different things. I had the upper hand now, not him.
Who knew? Maybe after tonight, she wouldn’t want to talk to Calum anymore. Maybe she’d realize that Mr. Right had been in front of her all along.
Me. I was Mr. Right, in case you were wondering. Mr. Right who, only by a twist of fate, had stumbled upon his girl accidentally. Never had I been so thankful for being late to class before.
When I was ready, when I was confident my apartment could pass the white glove test, I texted Bree that I was about to leave to pick her up. I threw on a jacket and headed downstairs and out to my car.
As I drove, I kept the radio on low, my mind racing too much to focus on any of the songs being played. I couldn’t believe I was going to pick Bree up, to bring her to my place, where we could be alone. So many things could happen when you were alone with someone else, things which neither of you expected to happen.
Now, I wasn’t saying I expected anything to happen with Bree, but…I’d also be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping, at least a little.
I was a guy, after all, a guy completely obsessed over the girl with sad eyes and pink hair.
To my surprise, Bree stood outside when I pulled into her driveway. She was bundled up in an oversized hoodie, ankle-high boots in place of her usual Vans sneakers. When I pulled up, she hurried over to the passenger seat and got in, shivering a bit as she buckled her seatbelt.
“You could’ve waited inside,” I told her, a tiny grin on my