Sometimes things happen. And sometimes we don't know why they happen. We live our lives as normally as possible and then out of nowhere - everything changes.

I've never been too great at controlling myself when I'm upset, but lately it's gotten worse. This thing happened. It all started with my best friend. She didn't do anything wrong, someone did wrong by her. So of course I stepped in and saved the day. Turns out I really didn't.

Turns out there's more to this than getting rid of her. She's just a piece of the puzzle. She's like the gas needed to start the fire. But guess who's standing in the middle of this metaphorical fire?

Yours truly.

Maybe if I learned to think things through, I wouldn't be in this position. I wouldn't have gotten my friends into this position. Oh well, too late to do anything about it now.

Acting off impulses can either save you, or kill you. In my case, I think it did a little bit of both.


4. Chapter 4

Mason was wearing the cologne I had bought him for his birthday, and somehow it smelled even better on him.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he sighed.

“Hey, we talked about this already. Don’t think about it,” I held him tighter in my arms, and kissed his thumb as he ran it over my lips.

Mason wasn’t obsessed with me, if he was, we’d never talk to each other because I’d file a restraining order without a doubt. But he had gone through a lot before we had started talking, and I made sure that I was by his side as often as I could be.

“But I need you… I wouldn’t have made it through high school without you.”

“Mason, you will be fine. And I’m gonna come visit you every weekend I can, and it’ll be great,” I smiled and a small smile grew on his face.


“Yeah, I know, but it’s gonna be a big change from always having you around. I won’t have someone to be sarcastic and boss me around anymore,” he laughed.

“Oh don’t worry, I can do that over the phone,” I laughed back.

Then he pulled me closer and slowly kissed my forehead.

“We haven’t talked about what we’re actually doing next month,” he muttered.

I groaned louder than I meant to. Most couples have to break up when they go off to college because there’s just no hope in anything lasting. Mason brought it up every chance he could, but not because he was ready to get rid of me, more like he had to mentally prepare himself for the idea that we wouldn’t be together anymore. But I didn’t want that. My parents met and dated in high school, and they still dated in college too. One was in Illinois, and the other in Kansas, and they still managed.

“You know how much you mean to me, Mason. Whatever we do, I’m gonna find a way for us to be together.”

“As a couple?” he questioned.

I chewed on my bottom lip, “I can’t promise that. But the good thing about us is that we can be friends if we need to. But I’ll always see you the way I see you now, alright? I’m not giving you up that easy,” I reassured him.

“God, how did I get so blessed with someone like you, baby? You are just…”

“Bomb as fuck?” I grinned.

“Shut up,” he laughed.


His hands pulled my face up to his and the smell of his freshly spit out gum flew up my nose. His lips pressed against mine and I immediately lost all reaction to everything else around me. I gripped his shirt in between my fingers and pulled him closer if that was even possible. Mason’s lips were soft and warm against mine, and he slid his hands through my hair until he reached my neck. He finished his kiss on my lips, and then tilted my head back, attaching his lips to my neck.

“No! Mason, cut it out!” I laughed loudly.

I hated when he kissed my neck, I was extremely ticklish there.

“But it’s so hot,” he whined, his tongue grazing over my skin.

“No, my neck is just a neck. The idea of kissing someone’s neck is hot, but it really isn’t,” I tried to push him off me.

“Bitch,” he muttered, standing up straight.

“Bastard,” I grinned.

I grabbed the front of his shirt and roughly pulled him into kiss me again. I slowly slid my tongue in his mouth and he moaned.

“Dear Gandhi, you’re so damn hot,” he muttered against my mouth.

“I know,” I smirked.


For the first time out of all the parties I’ve ever been to, a slow song was played. Mason and I have slow danced a total of one time. We skipped prom junior year and went to the beach, but decided to go this year since it was the last chance we had. Most of the people were just making out the whole time, but Mason and I actually tried to dance. Both of us being traditional like we are, preferred to dance the old fashioned way.

He had one hand wrapped around my waist, and his fingers interlocked with my other. We were talking the entire time about our schools. As much as we hated the thought of leaving each other, we were so excited for college. I’ve been ready since the second grade and I was honestly screaming on the inside because it’s only a month away. Some guy next to us pulled out his phone, and I couldn’t help but look at the brightly lit screen. 12:07.

“Shit, I need to go outside,” I said looking back at Mason.


“It’s passed midnight and I promised I’d meet Quinn out there,” I said letting go of him.

He rolled his eyes and swooped his arm towards the door.

“Lead the way,” he said.


I smiled at him, and we started making our way through the crowd. It took a good five minutes before we actually found the door. I stepped outside and looked over my shoulder as Mason had stopped and started talking to Dylan.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” he said.

I just shrugged and hurried down the steps. Walking down the driveway, I stopped confused. It was empty. Not a single person was in the yard, and Quinn was never late. Ever.

“Quinn?” I called out.

She couldn’t be in the backyard, the gates were locked, and the back door was the one thing off limits for some reason. I pulled out my phone to see if she had texted me, and she hadn’t. I sent her a message asking her where she was but it was taking forever to actually send. I groaned and put my phone back in my pocket.

“Quinn?” I yelled again, walking towards my car.

As I was coming up to peer in the windows, I heard voices down the street to my left. I turned my head, and peered down the dimly lit street. I saw the whip of Quinn’s blonde hair and let go of the breath I was holding. A guy then stepped in front of her, and she stopped moving. I started to hold my breath again.

“Quinn?” I called.

Not my smartest idea. The guy turned around, and then shoved Quinn forwards in the opposite direction.

“Oh hell no,” I muttered.

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