stood Mason. He was about twenty feet away,
leaning against a locker. He caught her eye
and smirked.
“Surprised to see me?” he asked, sauntering over to her. He leaned against the locker
beside hers, watching her closely.
Ariana avoided his gaze. “I guess,” she
replied, shrugging. “Didn’t know you went
here.”
Mason laughed. “There’s a lot you don’t
know about me,” he chuckled. He pulled a
book out of her bag, looking at it. “We don’t
learn this until senior year.”
Ariana snatched the book out of his
hands. “I’m an advanced learner,” she said,
coldly. She stuffed it back in her bag and angrily slammed her locker shut. “Unless your first
class is math, I’ll see you later,” she growled,
glaring at him icily.
“Well, aren’t you lucky,” he teased. “I
happen to have math first too.” He grinned.
“Looks like I’ll have to walk you to class.”
Ariana scowled. She got her books and
let him walk her to class, wanting desperately
to get away from him. She sat down toward the
back of the room, hoping he’d find some other
seat. But, of course, he took the seat right next
to her. She groaned and rested her head on
her desk, not even listening to the teacher.
Throughout the class, she would glance at Mason. He would return the glances, smiling, his
eyes bright and amused, much to her dismay.
When the bell finally rang, Ariana was the first
person out the door. She ran to her locker and
hastily grabbed her books for her next class.
After a quick glance around for Mason, she left
to go to her class.
She didn’t see him at all the rest of the
day. As she walked home after school, she
wondered where he’d gone. She didn’t have
the strange feeling of being watched anymore,
nor did she feel uncomfortable. She shook her
head, wanting only to get home and sleep.
“Mom, I’m home!” she yelled as she entered her house. She dropped her bag off in
the living room and went to the kitchen. “Hey,
Mom,” she mumbled, going to the fridge. “How
was work?” She went to the cabinet and got
out a glass. She frowned, wondering why her
mother hadn’t answered. She’d passed by her
when she came in, didn’t she? She turned
around and gasped, dropping her glass. She
didn’