Scarlett

I'm laying on one of the benches around the garden, trying to regain my breath.

Running tires you out, you know ?

It's sunny, no clouds on the sky, and looking up I can see some tree leaves. I close my eyes listening to the music blasting on my airpods.

The sun is blocked from my face and I open my eyes to see Mason looking down at me, hands on the pocket of his black joggers. I smile at him and he lifts my legs, putting them above his lap when he seats.

Remembering that yesterday I didn't told him what I wanted, I turn off my music.

"I talked yesterday with him." he snaps his gaze to mine. "Got anything?" He says, understanding who I'm referring to.

"Yep. He plays on his own team, likes to observe and keep it to himself, that's why he supposedly doesn't connects with anyone here, and asked if I knew about the plan."

He turns his body to face me, putting his legs on each side of the bench, and pushes me by my legs, making me seat, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"What did you say?" He locks gaze, and he gently rubs circles with his thumbs on my hips.

God, I love when he does that.

"That I didn't know anything." I shrug.

He nods and pushes himself forward on the benche  making me shriek and wrap my arms around his neck on instinct. Mason chuckles, stretching his legs on the bench, his hands behind his back to support. So basically I'm seating on his lap.

Taking my hands from around his neck, I place them on his shoulders looking at him.

"I wanted to ask you something." I nod at him. "Shoot."

"I'm going to Italy in three days. Come with me?" He asks, analyzing my face. I don't stop the smile that breaks on my face. "Why?"

He shrugs looking at the sky. "I can't fuck my maids." I laugh at that. "I'm starting to think you're a sex addict Matteo."

He just shrugs. "Just thinking of you gets me a bonner." I laugh, my thumb brushing his jaw. "Do you think of me that much?"

That was half a joke, half a true question. I'm curious to his answer.

He looks at me saying nothing, after a few seconds of just looking at each others eyes, he leans in, capturing my lips softly, which is odd since our kisses are always hungry.

But I enjoy it anyway.

He pulls away way to soon leaving me pouting a bit, before I get a grip of myself and turn to normal.

The hell, Scarlett?

"You haven't answered yet." He whispers, our noses still touching. I nod at him, seeing a smile small break onto his lips. "But, with one condition." His smile falls and he rolls his eyes pulling his face away. "What?"

"You go with me to Octavia's birthday in two weeks." He sighs but nods. "Deal." I grin, unwrapping myself from him, getting up. "Cool. I'll have to take a shower."

He smirks up at me. "Yeah, you stink."

I gasp, faking hurt. "Fuck you Mason." I turn, leaving. "I'd rather fuck you instead." He shouts and I flip him the bird, hearing him laugh.

Asshole.

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Sitting on my bed I start to think about everything that happened these past weeks.

It's been better than I was expecting. I've met great people, had new experiences, like the shopping with Mackenzie.

I could go to the 'commitment' I have with Mason. It actually is a win, I mean it's great sex, live I've never had before, and he's actually a great person. Not that arrogant that everyone thinks he is. He's human too, and lost his sister and mother, who ran away, but he losted her still.

Just thinking of him makes me feel something on my stomach. His touch does things that I never felt before, and he's gentle but rough at the same time, like he asks consent, even without words, when we're doing the dirty or just casually on daily occasions.

Mason is intense and mysterious, but at the same time I feel like I know him better than most people. His laugh makes my heart beat faster, and that million dollar smile that it's so rare to show up, please, don't even get me started.

I'm thinking too much of him.

You need to stop Scarlett. You're doing the revenge and leaving, the life will be back mostly to normal after .

I know that but...well I mean, I would like to continue what we're doing, he makes me forget my pain even if he just stands in the room silently. I tell myself.

I care about him, maybe more than I should, and I look forward to his company, it feels nice, even if we're silent.

Just stop the thoughts before concluding something you don't want, Mazikeen.

I shake my head, ridding myself of the thoughts and think how I should be thinking that I actually made friends, beside Wes.

Fuck, Wes!

My eyes widen. I totally forgot him!

Grabbing my phone I call his number.

"Well, look who's alive." He answers sarcastically and I sigh. "I'm so so sorry. I totally forgot to call you."

"Too busy fucking Mason?" I could hear the smirk on his voice.

At least he doesn't seem mad. That's good, right?

"That's for me to know and for you to ask."

"I see." He chuckles. "So how's it going there?" Wes adds. "Great! I'm going to Italy in three days, and then we will see each other at your mom's birthday, actually tell her I will take someone, please? Oh! And the food here is amazing, swear!" I ramble grinning.

"Slow down woman! First. You're going to Italy? With who? Why? Can I go?" He throws a bunch of questions making me roll my eyes.

Typical Wes.

"Going with Mason. And why I don't know, he just asked. And you can't go, sorry."

"Uuh, I see. It's going to be a romantic get away. Smooth." I can picture him wiggling his eyebrows.

"It's not like that! Stop making scenarios. He must have something to handle there, and doesn't want to go alone." I shrug bitting my finger.

He didn't tell me what he's going to do there, so I'll just suppose it's that.

"Mhm. Sure..." He draws out making me huff in annoyance. "Is that Scarlett?" I hear Rachel on the other side of the phone and grin.

"Yep, she was saying that she's going to Italy with her boyfriend." Wes says to her and I groan. "He's not my boyfriend!"

"Oh, my bad. Fuck buddie." Wes chuckles and I sigh.

He's not wrong anyway.

"Oh my god, is he hot?" Rachel must picked the phone because I can hear her much clearer now. "Hey, why do you care? You have me!" Wes whines and I laugh. "Shut up turtle." she hisses at him. "So... is he?"

"Between you and me, yes, he is." I  answer making her squeal.

Damn child, my ears!

"I'm so happy for you...Ugh, Wes is trying to be mad. Have fun in Italy, see you on Ocatavia birthday. "

"See you, bye." I hung up and chuckle, thinking how I forgot him.

I'm such a bad friend.