Filed to story: Lily Bennett and Mason Cooper Book
“Nope.” I shake my head, making him roll his eyes.
“My best friend won’t sit with me, my boyfriend won’t sit with me. Am I that unlovable?” He sighs dramatically.
“I love you, but the footballers suck.” I laugh, shoving his shoulder before slipping into my class.
Second period drags so badly.
By the time the bell rings, I’m out the door in a flash, but it seems like everyone in the halls stops walking and starts staring at me.
I shake my head and begin walking to third.
I must be imagining things.
“Traitor!” someone yells out, and I turn my head to see everyone in fact is staring at me-well, killing me with their eyes.
“Bitch,” someone coughs, and I frown as I start walking again.
“Whore,” someone grunts before I see Harry storming up to me.
“What the fuck, Lily?” he yells, giving me the same look everyone else is, and my stomach drops to my feet knowing exactly what’s happened.
“Mason fucking Cooper?” he exclaims as a small crowd gathers around us.
“Let me explain,” I say quickly, ready to tell him everything, including how Oliver cheated on me, no longer caring if everyone knows.
“He’s the boy from summer, right?” he spits out, grabbing his phone and shoving it in my face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he seethes, showing me the photo of me and Mason at the steakhouse.
“I met him the day me and Olly broke up. I was crying-” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“Save it.” He shakes his head before turning on his heel and walking off.
The people that gathered to watch are starting to leave, but not before calling me a bitch, a slut, a whore, and of course, a traitor.
My eyes well with tears as each person insults me before I turn on my heel and bolt out to my car.
I drive home, somehow managing to see through my tears before I text Mason.
He needs to know before it spreads to his school.
Me
Someone at school found the photo of us at the steakhouse
Mason
What?
Me
My whole school knows about us
I watch my phone, waiting for the three little bubbles to appear, but they don’t.
Instead, he’s calling me.
“Hey.” My voice breaks as I answer the call.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
“I’m fine,” I lie, wiping my nose on my hand.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“Home,” I whisper as more tears fall down my face.
“Everything’s going to be okay, princess,” Mason soothes.
“Has anyone at your school found out?” I sniffle, hoping they haven’t.
“Not yet. But I’ll deal with it,” he tells me.
“I’ll talk to coach and see if I can leave,” he adds quickly.
“You don’t need to,” I reassure him.
“I do. But if I can’t, I’ll come around before the game, okay?” he says, sounding stressed.
“It’s fine. I’ll see you after the game,” I say.
“You’re still coming?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“Of course,” I state confidently, even though I feel everything but.
“I’ll see you soon, princess,” Mason says before hanging up.
I let myself cry some more before getting into my pajamas and curling up on the sofa and putting on The Notebook.
Not even ten minutes into the movie, there’s a banging on my front door.
I mutter under my breath as I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and peek through the window, surprised to see Brittany standing at my door in her cheer uniform, clutching a grocery bag.
I slowly open the door, wondering why the hell she’s here.
“You look terrible,” she states, walking straight past me.
“Um, why are you here?” I question, following her to see she’s made herself at home on the sofa as she digs through the grocery bag.
“Do you know Liam lives like five houses down?” she asks, not answering my question, pulling out two pints of Ben and Jerry’s.
“No, I didn’t,” I answer slowly.
“I’ll grab some spoons,” she says, jumping to her feet and going into my kitchen.
“Come sit down,” Brittany says, flopping back down onto the sofa and patting the spot next to her.
“What are you doing?” I ask cautiously as I sit back down.
“Moral support.” She shrugs, handing me a tub.
“How bad was it?” she asks quietly as she changes the movie to a comedy.
“They were just calling me a traitor, bitch, slut, whore.” I sigh.
“And Harry yelled at me,” I add, pursing my lips.
“You hadn’t told him?”
“I was going to after football season.” I shake my head.
“Won’t you get into trouble for missing school?” I question, remembering it’s game day and the footballers and cheerleaders are meant to be at school all day.
“My mom’s the coach.” She smirks.
We eat our ice cream together watching the movie until I decide to ask why she’s here.
“No offense, but why are you here?” I ask, placing my empty tub onto the coffee table.
“Me and Mason are in the same Chem class, so I was there when you texted him, then he took off to call you, and being the nosey bitch I am I followed him.”
She places her garbage by mine and folds her legs underneath her.
I pass over some of my blanket, realizing she’s probably freezing.
Brittany gives me a grateful smile and pulls the blanket up to her chin.
“I followed him to Coach George’s office, where Mason told him he was leaving but would be back for the game.
“George said if he left he’d bench him, and Mason said he didn’t care, then they both started yelling at each other, so I offered to come here. Because, ya know, I kinda think you’re awesome.”