I knew it was a game. Damn but a good game it was for as long as it lasted.
"Let me go." I whisper.
He stares at me. His face turning so cold. "Fine." He says letting up on the grip of my arm.
"I'm done playing this game."
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I can't find shit to wear. My shirts and shorts are all sprawled out on the closet floor while I continue to have a mental breakdown about not having anything to wear for this "date" which I'm sure isn't even a date in Mason's eyes.
I groan and step out of my closet. I dropped to the floor, my chest squished against the wood.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cassandra asked from the doorway.
"Dying. I'm slowly dying." I pretend to whimper out fake cry's to make her feel sorry for me but she only kicks me in the side. Making me yelp in pain. "Asshat." I mumble.
"What are you getting ready for?" I heard her sit down on my bed. I rolled over and sat up.
What do I even say? Oh I'm going on a date with my best friend. Or— I'm going on a date with the guy I'm having a friends with benefits with. No, no that's so stupid. "Mason and I are going to the beach and I don't know what to wear." I try to be as vague as possible.
She gives me a look. "Just put on a hoodie and shorts. It's the beach for crying out loud, Asia." I push myself to walk back into my closet. I rummage through more of my things till I spot my lavender shirt with his face on the back. I pull that over and look for a hoodie.
I came out with a deep purple one. "How about this hoodie and a pair of black Nike athletes." She shrugs a shoulder not really caring. "Cassie, tell me? Please. I don't want to look ugly in front of him." I walk back and get changed.
"Have you not seen the way he looks at you?" I peek my head out, shaking it. "He looks at you like the entire world is standing right in front of him. Like without you there would be no reason for his existence." My heart travels through every nerve inside my body. "Are you sure you guys aren't more than friends?"
I ignore her as I walk out of my closet. "He will be here at seven." I say walking towards my door.
"Asia? You guys haven't fucked have you?" I roll my eyes. Ignoring her again because honestly I can't even open my mouth to respond to her. "Oh my god." She says quietly. "You have, haven't you!" I go absolutely still.
I turned to her. "We have not!" I yell. "No— no eww." My hands fling to my face to cover the very obvious blush on my cheeks.
"No fucking way. How many times? How long? Are you two dating? O.M.G. Is this a date?" I slap my hand over her mouth. Shushing her.
"Stop— just stop. It was only once." I lied. "Twice, then three times. Then four and five times." I wince as the words leave my mouth.
Her mouth gapes open behind my hand. Making me pull it away. "What!" She practically screamed. I pushed her shoulders, forgetting she was pregnant. So in which I grabbed her to keep her from falling. "When were you going to tell me?" She whisper shouts for whatever insane reason.
