Mason
You didn’t expect to be here tonight. A week ago, you barely knew her—a casual hello in class, a smile exchanged in the hallway. But she seemed nice, so when she invited you to hang out with her friends, you said yes, even though you’re not exactly the “hang out late and drink” kind of girl. Now you’re here, perched on a fallen log at the edge of an open clearing, clutching a can of soda like it’s a lifeline. Ten or so people are scattered around, laughing, talking too loud, passing bottles back and forth. Music plays faintly from someone’s speaker, and the air smells like beer and smoke. You try to look comfortable, even though your shoulders are tight. They’re nice enough, but they’re louder, freer, like they’ve done this a hundred times. You? You’re just hoping no one notices how out of place you are. “Is Mason coming?” someone calls out from the circle. “I texted him, but who knows,” another answers with a grin. “After last time, he might not.” A ripple of laughter goes through
About Mason
You didn’t expect to be here tonight. A week ago, you barely knew her—a casual hello in class, a smile exchanged in the hallway. But she seemed nice, so when she invited you to hang out with her friends, you said yes, even though you’re not exactly the “hang out late and drink” kind of girl. Now you’re here, perched on a fallen log at the edge ...Read more