Morgan^

Richard set his tray down next to Dee. He smiled brightly when Dee gave him an odd look then turned to me. "So, you and Mason are talking again?"

"Why is he sitting with us?" She hissed, gesturing towards the jock, completely ignoring him.

Richard took a bite out of his fries and grinned, apparently not offended by Dee's question. "Hello to you too," he chuckled.

I hadn't filled her in with anything that had happened on Friday, but to be fair, she hadn't filled me in with what happened with her ex-boyfriend- Troy.

She snarled, "I don't want any of Troy's friends sitting on out table."

It was only safe to assume it hadn't gone good with her ex.

I looked at Richard, half expecting him to get up and walk away, but he threw her a smile instead. "Troy isn't my friend, sweetheart, I don't like the way he treats women."

Dee's brown eyes widened and her jaw fell. "Wow, are you single?"

I almost choked on my fries as Mason sat down on my left side.

Where the fuck were they all coming from?

So now Mason and me were facing Dee and Richard.

"Yes, I am, but I kind of have my eyes put on someone else," Richard flicked his hazel eyes towards mine and winked.

This cannot be happening.

I felt eyes burning at the back of my neck and I almost sighed. I could hear the hushed whispers.

"Venice and Mason are sitting with that girl that threw up."

"Mason always sits alone though."

"She looks like a rat on—"

I glared at the last one- even though she wasn't wrong. Man, they really needed to learn how to whisper.

"I thought I told you Venice was no good," Mason whispered, scowling at me.

What was he mad at me for? I didn't own the fucking table!

"I can still hear you even though you're whispering," he suggested as he offered Mason an amused smile.

"I'm trying to be polite," Mason deadpanned in a serious expression and started fiddling with the food on his plate.

I sighed and slumped down, sticking a fry in my mouth. "Everything's fine," I murmured.

Richard shrugged. "Thanks for the effort."

"And I thought I had told you to get away from her," Mason mentioned, narrowing his eyes. If looks could kill, Richard would be 6 feet under ground.

"We're only having lunch, Hunter. I'm not finger banging her under the table," Richard smiled smugly as he watched my face go red.

Why the fuck was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?

Dee sent me a look from across the table and raised her eyebrows. "Lucky whore," she mouthed.

I'd switch places with her any day.

"Whatever," he murmured and poked at his lunch.

"Well," Dee said, suddenly standing up while sending me an encouraging look, "I have— things to do, call me later, Morgan."

I glared at her, fully aware of what she was doing. Mason and Richard murmured their 'byes' but didn't give Dee another glance.

"Fuck you," I mouthed, to which she responded with a wink.

"Why do you even care so much? Last week you were ignoring her," Richard questioned as a mischievous smile made its way onto his face.

I raised an eyebrow at this and awaited Mason's answer. Richard had a point.

"Because she's my friend," Mason muttered under his breath, I barely heard it— but he had said it.

"Ah, you finally admit that we're friends!" I cheered and slapped his arm playfully but only recieved a death glare in return.

Richard frowned mockingly. "Why can't I be your friend?" He pouted at Mason and wiped a fake tear for effect.

"Because I choose my friends depending on how much of a pain in my ass they are. Unfortunately, you're pretty up there in the scale," Mason grumbled.

"Aw, I'm not a pain in your ass," I cooed and smiled at him.

He was starting to warm up to me.

"Oh, no, you are a pain in my ass, but you have my back when I need you."

I frowned.

Maybe not.

"So now that the best friend position is filled up, can I take the boyfriend position?" Richard brought up, earning a scowl from Mason.

I opened my mouth then closed it s few times, unsure of how to reply to that.

"Why don't you try to get in someone else's pants, Venice," Mason glowered.

Richard rolled his eyes and stoop up abruptly. "I'm playing, Hunter, no need to get your panties in a twist, I'll leave your best friend alone."

"Or will I?" He added with a wink before suddenly taking off, "I'll leave you to being friendzoned, I have to go."

"Fucking tool," Mason shook his head as he watched him leave.

"He's nice," I defended and picked another fry, pouting at how soggy the ketchup had made it.

"He wants to get in your pants, he always wants my left overs," he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "I am not your leftovers," I emphasized.

"No, I don't mean you, dumbass," he rolled his eyes.

"Then who do you mean? If you've only been with a few girls," I made finger quotations around the word 'few', referring to the past month.

Mason licked his lips hesitantly, as if debating whether to tell me or not.

"I didn't lie about only being with one girl. Granted, I fucked Lacey, but she was the only one that I've fucked after three years."

"What about the other girls?"

"I was messing with them, I wasn't going to fuck some random girl. Do you think I want aids?" He looked at me with a raised brow.

"Then what did you mean about Richard always wanting your leftovers?"

Mason sighed. "You weren't here freshmen year, were you?"

I shook my head slowly.

I had only gotten here Junior year from hot and sunny Texas, to gloomy Alaska.

"Believe it or not, I had a girlfriend Freshmen year, her name was Jessica. We made it through the year, and eventually towards sophomore year too. I thought I loved her," he took a deep breath, "we had a falling out and she went to one of Venice's stupid parties. Of course, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants and made a move on her."

Oh, no, that didn't sound good.

"He took her to the lake in back of his house and while he left to get some fucking blankets, she stepped on the ice. The ice was too thin, she plummeted down and she couldn't find her way out," Mason shrugged, as if it were the most casual story he was telling.

I opened ny mouth a few times but no sound came out, I didn't know what to say.

He murmured, "turns out, she had been cheating on me with Venice for months."

No wonder he had so much trouble opening up to girls.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"What did I tell you about pittying me, Morgan?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry."

Mason rolled his eyes at me but threw an arm around me.

"Just try to avoid Venice, fuckface."

Author's Note

Aw, now we know why Mason can be so distrusting.

Leave me a fucking comment because I am very, very lonely.