Since Boss Logan left earlier, I got to be the one in charge to clean the Pottery club room before I left.
Thus, I started sweeping the room on my own and wiping few spots that had dirt on them. Maybe Logan made another mug or small vase today as well.
I looked at the lines of new potteries made by those big and rough hands. I had always wondered how those hands capable of crushing a man's head could make sothing as fragile as pottery goods.
Since it required gentle touch, at least that was my first impression when I saw it.
I kept staring at the potteries until I heard soone called from outside, "Em."
"Huh?" I turned my head spontaneously, then saw a man with a white jacket that I had worn before. He smiled at with his beautiful deep ocean eyes.
"Hi, Em," Mason called again with a smile. "Can I co in?"
I was dazed for a mont, then nodded lightly. I didn't know what to expect. Heck, I didn't even expect him to co in the first place.
Mason ca in and took off the hoodie covering his head. He smiled at and said, "I'm sorry to co unnoticed. I just want to say congratulations for maintaining the Pottery club."
…
I said nothing and strode right to the door. I stuck my head out, looking left and right on the corridor, checking if there was one of his crazy fans around.
After making sure that the corridor was empty, I sighed, full of relief. I asked Mason, "You only ca here to congratulate ?"
"Y—Yes…" Mason said with a slight blush on his face.
I had to admit that he looked so cute and handso at the sa ti. Mason was a top visual. He could just walk in a random place and beca the centre of attention effortlessly.
I lowered my gaze out of embarrassnt, "T—Thank you," I replied, not knowing how to break the awkward tension between us.
…
"Uh… actually, I ca here just to check on you. Because I heard that Pottery club was about to get disbanded. I got worried, so… I uh… I'm asking whether you want to join my club or sothing…" Mason said. "But then, I heard today from soone that a rich kid had bought the pottery club room. Is it true?"
"Yeah, he bought the whole Pottery club room, so the club's disbandnt has been pulled out by the school board," I confird.
"He?"
"Yes, he is the new club president now," I said lightly. I thought there was nothing wrong with informing Mason about it, but Mason beca silent suddenly.
The red tint on his cheeks also disappeared, which got a bit unsettled, "What is it?"
"Are you the only girl in this club?" Mason asked again.
"Uh-huh," I nodded to give another confirmation.
"How many people have joined the Pottery club this year?" Mason suddenly inquired more about my Pottery club.
I frowned over his interest in this dying club, but I answered, "There are only two. and the new club president."
…
"I see…" Mason mumbled.
My breath stopped for a second when I saw that dangerous glint in his eyes. But it was only for a split second that I thought it was just hallucinating.
Because Mason just closed his eyes and smiled thin, "It seems that you are close with this club president."
"Huh? What the—ew!" I overreacted spontaneously, but it was given for. Who would want to be close with that kind of person?
"He's a rough, rude, and ssy person!" I cursed Logan out loud. Honestly, I really disliked that type of man because he reminded of…
I shook my head. I didn't want to rember that man in my life either. He was in jail now.
I sensed that Mason's expression eased, and he sighed, "I just don't want you to get assigned to a random club."
…
"Why are you so concerned anyway?" I asked bluntly. I didn't understand what was in Mason's mind. I also didn't understand why did he had beco so attentive towards in this life.
Mason looked confused, "Why? Because I care about you?"
I held my breath in response, not knowing what to say more than that. He said that he cared about so lightly as if it was a normal thing to do.
"Why do you care about ?"
"That—" this ti, Mason was the one who zipped his mouth. He seems to be thinking about sothing, but in the end, he just said, "It's sothing personal."
"Anyway, are you sure that you don't want to pick you up by car?" Mason asked. He looked nervous, an emotion that I had never seen coming from Mason Hall. "I… I can borrow my friend's car, don't worry about it, he has a lot of cars, I can borrow one if I want to."
Whenever I rembered Mason, both in my previous life and in this life, I always saw him as a school prince, male god, or whatever you wanted to call him.
He was lukewarm with everyone, but he was so good at it, nobody ever questioned his behaviour. In fact, people called him charming and kindhearted, much to my dismay.
If he showed the sa expression to everyone, that ant he never put anyone to his eyes.
Honestly, it still baffled how could soone like Mason didn't co from a rich family. Maybe because he had an expensive face, but still… my gut feeling told that Mason wasn't poor and didn't grow up poor at all.
For the second ti, I rejected his offer, "You don't need to. I can go by bus. Besides, we're not that close for you to co to my house."
Mason was stunned after I rejected his offer. I could see it from his eyes. He lowered his head and nodded with a thin smile lingered, "I guess so. I'll wait at the cake shop tomorrow then."
Mason turned around and walked away, leaving confused about his behaviour. I frowned over his reaction, "Did I say sothing wrong?
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