“I know him,” I mouth, making his eyebrows shoot up.
“No power, huh?” Jonah’s voice comes through clearly.
“Nope,” Mason replies, handing him some cash.
“My friend lives not far from here,” he comments, making Mason look back down at me.
“I might have to swing by to make sure she’s okay,” Jonah continues.
“You do that,” Mason mumbles, looking at the change in his hand with a frown.
“You might know her, actually. Lily Bennett,” Jonah states, saying my name louder and making me cringe.
“Never heard of her.” Mason shrugs, handing all the change in his hand back.
“Dude, this is like thirty bucks!” Jonah exclaims, and Mason shrugs in response before grabbing the pizzas and closing the door.
“Please tell me he’s not some creep.” He groans as we make our way back to his room.
“Well, he did tell me he loves my ass.” I smirk, making his whole body freeze and become tense.
“He what?” he asks lowly.
“Mm-hmm. I believe it was something along the lines of turning straight for me.” I laugh as Mason’s body relaxes.
“That’s Jonah, Harry’s boyfriend,” I explain as we enter his bedroom.
“Well, that’s a relief.” He sighs, putting the pizzas in the middle of the bed.
The four of us sit around eating pizza, playing Snap and Go Fish, and of course drinking the very delicious wine well into the early morning, only going to sleep when the TV turns back on at two a.m.
Liam and Brittany are sleeping downstairs on the sofa while Mason is spooning me in his bed.
“Do you think Jonah saw me?” I whisper, playing with Mason’s long, slender fingers.
“I don’t think so,” he mumbles into the back of my head.
His words ease my anxiety some, but not fully. There’s something not quite sitting right with me about the way he said my name.
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LILY
Thanksgiving is next week, and my mom finally sent an email this morning saying she and Dad will be back on Tuesday!
With the break just around the corner, everyone at school is excited for the football game against Greendale tonight.
Mason was telling me they haven’t lost a match all season and don’t plan on losing anytime soon-especially with the state championships coming up in a couple of weeks.
Harry has said that since we’ve only lost one game, they will definitely get to go.
“Are you sitting with us at lunch?” Harry asks as the bell rings for us to start heading to second period.
“Nope.” I shake my head, making him roll his eyes.
“My best friend won’t sit with me, my boyfriend won’t sit with me. Am I that unlovable?” He sighs dramatically.
“I love you, but the footballers suck.” I laugh, shoving his shoulder before slipping into my class.
Second period drags so badly.
By the time the bell rings, I’m out the door in a flash, but it seems like everyone in the halls stops walking and starts staring at me.
I shake my head and begin walking to third.
I must be imagining things.
“Traitor!” someone yells out, and I turn my head to see everyone in fact is staring at me-well, killing me with their eyes.
“Bitch,” someone coughs, and I frown as I start walking again.
“Whore,” someone grunts before I see Harry storming up to me.
“What the fuck, Lily?” he yells, giving me the same look everyone else is, and my stomach drops to my feet knowing exactly what’s happened.
“Mason fucking Cooper?” he exclaims as a small crowd gathers around us.
“Let me explain,” I say quickly, ready to tell him everything, including how Oliver cheated on me, no longer caring if everyone knows.
“He’s the boy from summer, right?” he spits out, grabbing his phone and shoving it in my face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he seethes, showing me the photo of me and Mason at the steakhouse.
“I met him the day me and Olly broke up. I was crying-” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“Save it.” He shakes his head before turning on his heel and walking off.
The people that gathered to watch are starting to leave, but not before calling me a bitch, a slut, a whore, and of course, a traitor.
My eyes well with tears as each person insults me before I turn on my heel and bolt out to my car.
I drive home, somehow managing to see through my tears before I text Mason.
He needs to know before it spreads to his school.
Me
Someone at school found the photo of us at the steakhouse
Mason
What?
Me
My whole school knows about us
I watch my phone, waiting for the three little bubbles to appear, but they don’t.
Instead, he’s calling me.
“Hey.” My voice breaks as I answer the call.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
“I’m fine,” I lie, wiping my nose on my hand.
“Where are you?” he asks.
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