"Stop looking around, Em. I'm in front of you."
"For once, look at instead."
I was stunned when Mason Hall suddenly slamd to the wall and covered my body with his broad shoulder. I tried to slip out and run, but he grabbed my wrist, ultimately preventing from escaping.
I gulped when he stared at with his sharp gaze, sothing that I didn't think was possible for the always lukewarm Mason.
His gaze was like a hawk who finally caught his prey, yet, I sensed sothing more than just that, sothing he tried to hide but still leaked a bit.
I saw the gaze full of unhinged obsession.
Though, I might be hallucinating since Mason was always the coldhearted nonchalant god who never took an interest in anyone. Despite our date before, I was still inclined to believe that Mason only saw as a friend at best.
"W—What?" I asked. I turned around, trying to avoid his sharp gaze, but he didn't allow .
He grabbed both of my wrists with his left hand and pushed it to the wall, then he grabbed my jaw, forcing to look in his direction instead.
"Why are you avoiding , Em? Am I that detestable to you?" Mason asked.
"What? You're far from detestable!" I denied it imdiately. I didn't want him to have a wrong thought about us.
"Then why are you avoiding ? Like in the cafeteria just now… all I want is just to sit and have lunch with you…."
"Is it really about that? Okay, release first, and I'll tell you the reason," I struggled again, trying to break free from his grip.
"No," Mason replied curtly. I could feel how his grip tightened around my wrists. "Answer first, then I'll release you."
"Ugh, fine," I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "Mason Hall, do you know how popular and loved you are? Do you know how crazy your fangirls are? If one of them caught us together, even if we have no relationship whatsoever, I'd be done! They will fucking bully to death!"
And that one was literal because I had experienced death. After all, they accidentally killed during prom night.
And Mason never ca to , trying to save after all the ss he made in my life.
Maybe he didn't even realize it in the first place. He should've left fainted alone during that cursed P.E class. It should be okay for to faint without anyone helping, rather than him carrying in his embrace while rushing to the infirmary.
Because what he did damage the hell out of my life!
Mason was stunned when he heard my reason, and he slowly released my wrists.
He stood in silence, staring at full of guilt. I rubbed my wrist and pulled my sleeve, trying to cover his hand marks around my wrist. He was strong enough to leave marks on my wrist, apparently.
"Are you satisfied with the answer now?" I asked because I felt he was so ridiculous asking an obvious question.
"I'm not satisfied, but I understand…" Mason said. He scoffed, "So it's the sa thing all over again."
"Huh? What do you an?"
"It's the sa thing, always the sa thing… no matter how many tis, always the sa thing…" Mason mumbled. That sharp gaze disappeared instantly, but that gaze full of unhinged obsession beca even more obvious. I could even see his beautiful blue pupil dilated.
Such a view was too alien for , who was used to seeing the male god, school idol, quarterback, princely Mason Hall. He should be up there, acting nonchalant and mighty as usual, and stop disturbing on my mission, seriously.
"M—Mason? Are you okay?"
Mason shook his head, and his usual lukewarm self finally returned. He
"I'm… I'm okay…" Mason replied with a thin smile, "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Em. It's just… I feel sad when you suddenly avoid . I thought I did sothing wrong…."
"Oh, not at all, but you know… you're not just a regular student like . You're Mason hall," I said.
…
"I understand. But we're good, right?"
"Of course, just… don't talk to so freely in public, especially in school. Do you not realize how dangerous that'd be for ?"
"Don't worry… everything has its ti. I'll make sure of it," Mason mumbled again.
"…"
Mason recovered from his weird behavior and then patted my head gently, "I'm sorry, Em. I'll be careful next ti. If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell , I'll always be there for you."
"… thank you."
Honestly, I didn't want to get entangled with you at all. You're a great guy, but you're just too unreachable. It was a bit weird for us to go together, even as a friend or colleagues.
"Where are you going now?"
My heartbeat skipped when he asked that because I had just realized that I was carrying that box full of crystal th in my bag.
I got conscious instantly and replied a bit awkwardly, "T—To the pottery club room."
"Hm? It's still noon, and you're already going there? You know club activities are allowed only after school, right?" Mason pointed out.
Shoot, he got . Now, I had to find a good reason for a justification.
"It's… it's my club president. He wants to help him clean stuff in the club room because he broke a few things, apparently."
Mason's thin smile stayed, and he said, "I see, so that club president of yours make you work out of the club activity hours?"
"N—No, don't fra it a bad way. It's just him telling to do stuff because he's the only one in the club right now."
Mason scoffed whenever I ntioned the club president. He was obviously displeased, "He's a weird guy, don't get too close to him, okay?"
"But he's my club president…."
"Logan, his na is Logan Walker, right?"
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