Filed to story: Lily Bennett and Mason Cooper Book
“So you worked out whatever your problem was?” he asks.
“Sort of,” I reply, pulling my lips together.
“So when do I get to meet this mysterious boy?”
“Soon. Just not yet. We’re keeping things on the down-low for a bit,” I explain, making Harry scoff and roll his eyes.
“Is it because he’s really ugly?” He smirks, making me laugh.
“The opposite. I don’t think you could handle how good-looking he is.” I laugh.
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“You look nervous.” Mason chuckles as I sit next to him on his sofa, cross-legged, on the rainy Saturday afternoon.
“I am,” I tell him. My stomach has been doing flips since I woke up this morning.
“They’re not that bad,” he reassures me, tapping my knee a couple of times.
“What if your friends hate me?” I ask, biting my thumbnail.
“They won’t.” He chuckles, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Ugh. You make me sick,” Gemma scoffs as she walks past the back of the sofa.
“You’re meant to be out!” Mason calls after her.
“I am soon!” she yells back, and he rolls his eyes.
Just over an hour later, Gemma has been picked up, and Mason’s friends have arrived.
“It’s going to be fine,” he tells me one last time before he goes to open the door.
I stay planted on the sofa, biting my nails, as Brittany walks into the lounge first, followed by Liam and Mason.
“Hello.” Brittany smiles widely, sitting down in the empty spot next to me.
“Hello.” I try to smile back.
“I can’t believe this.” She giggles as Mason and Liam sit in the armchairs.
“It’s fucking crazy,” Liam agrees, sending Mason a smirk, though he just rolls his eyes at him.
“And it’s all thanks to us.” Brittany smiles proudly, sticking her chest out.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Mason frowns, looking at her like she’s lost her mind.
“Well, you see, Liam and I being the great friends we are spoke to Lily,” she explains with a slight blush.
“Actually, that didn’t help much,” I say, blushing.
“What? Why not?” She gasps, looking at me.
“Straight after our talk, I saw him on a date,” I mumble, glancing at Mason, who is cringing.
“A date?” Liam asks, raising his eyebrows.
“With Izzy,” Mason mumbles. Suddenly, I see a flash of gray go flying, and a cushion hits Mason square in the face.
“You are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met!” Brittany snaps, sending him a glare.
“I was tr-” Mason begins to explain himself, but Brittany cuts him off, saying she doesn’t want to hear it. Then she looks at me, her eyes narrowed, like she’s sizing me up.
“Let’s go talk upstairs,” she says as she stands up.
“I think we have some unfinished business.”
I swallow hard-I KNEW she didn’t like me.
As I follow her out of the room, I give Mason an I told you so look.
He just shrugs. I think he’s as afraid of her as I am.
As we walk toward his room, I feel like I’m headed to the principal’s office.
LILY
As soon as she shuts the bedroom door, Brittany’s demeanor totally changes. She grabs me and with a big smile says, “Okay, now you have to tell me everything!”
“I thought you were going to yell at me,” I say.
“Oh, that little show was just to scare Mason. I really just wanted the gossip!” She squeals, jumping into his bed and making herself comfortable.
She pats the spot next to her for me to come sit down, which I hesitantly do.
“I want to know everything,” she emphasizes.
“How’d you meet? When did you kiss for the first time? How’d you get back together? Did my talk really not help at all?” she lists off, hardly taking a breath.
I let out a small giggle before I end up telling her pretty much everything, including exactly how we met and Oliver cheating on me.
“Whoa.” She breathes out once I finish talking.
“I always hated Kingsley,” she mutters.
“I thought you hated me too,” I mumble, picking at a loose thread on the blanket.
Brittany’s black eyebrows shoot up in surprise at my words.
“Admire, yes. Extremely jealous, also yes. But not hate.” She shakes her head.
“Although I must admit I was pissed when I found out you quit cheer.” She blushes.
“How come?” I ask, pulling my eyebrows together.
“‘Cause I was finally going to beat you in the competition in the New Year.” She replies in a “duh” tone, making us both laugh.
“I’ll just have to settle for the volleyball game next week.” She sighs dramatically.
“Not happening.” I giggle.
“Okay, what’s the secret? Why can we never beat you?” she asks, leaning back.
“Two reasons,” I say, holding up my fingers and leaning back next to her.
“Number one, your spike sucks,” I say, and she nods along in agreement.
“Number two, you need a new partner.”
Brittany groans and sits back up.
“Natasha sucks, right?” She huffs, falling back down.
“My coach wants Tayla to transfer,” I tell her.
“No fair! We’ve wanted to hear her for so long,” she groans as the bedroom door flies open and Liam and Mason both waltz in.
“What are you two talking about?” Liam asks, sitting down on the chair by the desk.
“None of your business,” Brittany sasses.
“We’re bored.” Liam groans as Mason comes over to the bedside table, grabbing his Xbox controller before he sits on the foot of the bed.
“Go tell someone else your problems.” She brushes him off.
“We are going to play a game,” he states, picking up a controller and shaking it.
“Ugh.” Her face screws up in disgust before a big smile breaks out on her face, and she slowly turns to look at me.
“I finally have someone to endure the torture with.” She smiles, making Mason laugh.