Chapter 8
Much like last week, this week was filled with rumours. Except this time, I got labelled as a ‘dirty whore’ because everyone thought that I had sex with Joel in the bathroom.
As if I would actually do something like that! But of course, I couldn’t tell them what really happened, so I just had to put up with it. And it’s not like most of the girls at this school weren’t like that, anyway.
Every day I found little notes and poems in my locker, and flowers were sent to my house, all from Branden trying to win me back. They were sweet, but I tried to ignore them as best as I could. I was still trying to get over him.
On Thursday, Mason called.
“Hey Rubi. How are you holding up?” he asked.
“Okay, I guess,” I said.
“You guess? What’s wrong?”
“Just some rumours going around. There were more pictures, and… well, they looked bad,” I explained with a grimace.
“Yeah, I know; I saw them. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Yeah, but I knew Joel was drunk, and I should’ve been watching out for you. We did invite you to the party, after all.”
“That doesn’t make it your fault, Mason.”
“Okay, okay. Anyway, the reason that I really called you was to ask if you wanted to maybe go see a movie with me.”
“Sure I’d love to.”
“Awesome. I’ll pick you up in an hour?”
“Yeah, sure. See you then.”
“Bye.”
I hung up and rushed up to take a shower. I showered and dressed, and was just putting on the finishing touches to my make-up when the doorbell rang. I raced down to answer it.
Mason stood at the door, grinning at me, and for the first time I noticed just how incredibly hot he was.
He was wearing light blue ripped jeans and a black button-down shirt with a couple of the top buttons undone. His blonde fringe was swept to the side, giving me a clear view of his amazing blue eyes.
“Ready?” he asked. I blinked, and suddenly realised that I was staring at him.
“Uh, y- yeah. Oh, give me one second. I forgot my bag,” I said before going upstairs and getting my handbag. As I went to chuck my phone in my bag, I noticed that I had a missed call. I ignored it. I already knew who it was; Joel had been calling me non-stop since I’d told him to leave me alone. I ran back downstairs and walked out the door, locking it behind me.
“Ready,” I told Mason.
“Great. Let’s go.”
As we walked towards the driveway I suddenly noticed an expensive looking silver car parked there. I know nothing about cars so I couldn’t tell you what type it was.
“No limo today?” I asked jokingly.
He laughed. “Nope. Sorry.”
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Teen Fiction(Not a Short Stack fan fiction, but some of the characters are based on them. So if you like Short Stack, please read) Life isn't easy, and when bad things happen and you're knocked to the ground, who is there to help you back up? When Rubi Denton g...
