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Mason raced across the green lawn, and pounced onto the huge buck. Instantly, its head was ripped away and gore was splattered onto the grass. Mason ducked his head and sunk his long fangs into the beast's neck and began feeding.
I cringed when I saw the snapped spine and the jagged flesh inside the neck hole. It was hard to remember how dangerous of a predator Mason really was. Sometimes I think it would be best not to mess with him so much, but whatever. He deserves it.
It had been three weeks since we arrived in Leeds Academy, and everything was going swimmingly. The people here were cool, and I was getting along with almost everyone. However, my main priority was still Ivy who was swooning in her chair as she watched Mason.
"He's so graceful," she sighed. He darted across the field eviscerated another innocent animal, and nearly splashed us with blood.
"Yeah right," Spinner snorted and leaned back in his chair. He was another one of my classmates and was always hanging around without reason. He wasn't too annoying, so it was fine.
"Are you free tonight?" I asked Ivy. She nodded without taking her eyes off of Mason.
Excellent.
"What would you say to a date with Mason tonight?" I asked.
If Ivy had been drinking something, she would have choked. Her eyes went saucer like and she began stuttering. "T-tonight? B-but that's so c-close. I d-don't know-"
"Great," I said and stood up. "I'll ask Mason to ask you."
Before I could leave I felt a small tug on my arm pulling me back. "Don't be a coward, Ivy."
But it wasn't Ivy. It was Spinner giving me a strange look and leading me back to the chair.
"Wait a minute," he said. "What was that? You're setting up a date between Ivy and who?"
"Mason. Ivy and Mason. I'm trying to set them up," I replied.
He narrowed his eyes and then gave me one final yank that sent me rolling back into my chair. "Now why would you do that?"
I didn't like the sudden change of tone. It was like he was accusing me of something, or calling me a liar. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and gave him a condescending look.
"Why do you want to know?"
He pursed his lips but suddenly smiled and slouched nonchalantly. "No reason really, but aren't you and Mason…together or something? It's a little we-"
"No. No we are not together," I said automatically. That was the stupidest thing I ever heard in my life. I would have started laughing if I hadn't just lost all respect for Spinner. What in the world would possess him to think that? Was it the constant glares in Mason's direction, or the way Mason starts pointing and laughing whenever I walk into a room?
"Oh," he said with a covert grin. "My mistake. I just thought…you know, since you guys share a suite and he's always hovering around you. Not together huh?"
"The only reason we share a suite is because our parents thought it would be best for us to be together while we are here. It's not like we sleep together or anything. All we share is the kitchen, living room and laundry," I said and frowned.
Spinner smiled wider and shrugged. "Fine with me."
He was really unsettling, this guy. "Why are you being so creepy?"
He raised an eyebrow, but before he could answer Ivy started waving her hand and making shushing noises.
Mason was coming. He was covered in blood but still looked radiant.
He walked past us, ignoring everyone but Ivy. Instead he settled for a nod in her general direction before going back to our room.
"Get ready, Ivy," I muttered and followed him silently.
We entered the tall, cream colored building that was Glorious Halls, our dormitory. Blood dripped onto the thick, lush carpet creating a harsh stain against the daffodil carpets. He knew that I was behind him, yet continued to ignore me. He was in a foul mood.
When we reached our door, he walked in and let the heavy mahogany door slam, nearly breaking my nose.
"Hey!" I cried and fell onto the couch cradling my precious nose.
There was the second slam of his door and the room was filled with silence.
"Mason? Mason I need to talk to you," I yelled from the couch. "Come here, it won't take long."
Silence.
"Mason! It will only take a second, I just have a question. Mason, Mason, Mason!"
Suddenly there was a whir of shadows and his blazing eyes were hovering above mine. He was straddling my stomach and squeezing my wrists in a bruising hold.
"What Elyse? What do you want?" he growled.
I cringed involuntarily and closed my eyes. Remember Ivy. I was doing this for Ivy. It had to be done correctly or else it would blow up in my face. It required tact and delicacy.
Something wet splattered onto my forehead and I realized it was from Mason's still dirty face. Keep it together, Elyse! You are not a volcano!
"Mason," I asked. "Could you do me a favor?"
He furrowed his brow, "What is it?"
"Could you please ask Ivy out on a date, please? She really likes you and it would mean a lot to her," I said and tried my best to pull out the puppy dog eyes.
Mason looked up, as if in thought and then shook his head. "So? I don't go on a date with every girl who has a crush."
"But she's my friend. And I thought…don't you like her too? She's very pretty, and sweet and-and," I squirmed when he tightened his hold on my arms.
"No, I don't like her. What would give you that idea? She's just a friend. She knows that. You can't just volunteer people for dates."
He didn't like her? Then why did he unconsciously and unintentionally lead me to believe that he did? Even when he wasn't aware he still managed to ruins my plans. I couldn't give up though. Ivy was counting on me.
"Come on, Mason. Please. I'm…begging you."
He was silent, and for the first time he didn't smile or concede when I said it.
"I can't believe you're trying to whore me out to your friends," he said. "That's not going to work right now."
"Why not?" I yelled, forgetting the whole 'delicacy' thing. "It's the only tactic I have!"
"No it's not," he said, finally releasing my wrists and sitting up. "What else do you have?"
I gingerly rubbed my hands and glared up at him. "I don't know. What do you want?"
The tension suddenly dissolved as if that is what he had been waiting to hear this whole time. For the first time that day, he smiled and then he leaned back so that he was sitting on the cushion.
Mason looked me over and then let his eyes fall to a specific place. I groaned in exasperation, it was always the same thing. For the past six years he has been badgering me about it over and over. No matter what the situation he would always try to push me into it.
I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Really, Mason? No way. Forget it. I'm not going to let you give me a stupid hickey, like some dumb schoolgirl."
He stood up sharply and crossed his arms. "Fine. Go disappoint Ivy then. That's all you ever do. You're just one big failure."
That struck a nerve. Just because he was in a bad mood didn't mean he could walk all over me.
Rage coursed through me, as I felt the blood boil in my veins. The familiar feel of frustration and powerlessness made me tremble and clench my fists in an attempt to keep control.
"Take that back," I hissed.
"Uh, how about no?" he said with a grin. It was nice to know that making me angry was the way to bring Mason out of a bad mood.
"Take it back!" I yelled and stomped around like a spoiled child.
"No!" he taunted. "Elyse is a failure, Elyse is a failure!"
Red clouded my vision as did the familiar sting of tears and I turned growled in anger and shame. There was no way I was going to let him see me cry. There was no I was going to start crying at all, especially because of him and his immaturity. Unfortunately, he was always on the lookout for the warning signs.
"What's the matter, Elyse?" he trilled. "Are you going to cry? Do you want to go home?"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door
"It's open," Mason called, and I hastily wiped my eyes.
Spinner sauntered into the room with his hands innocently held behind his back. He stopped short when he saw the expressions on our faces.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.
"Yes." "No." We both said in unison. I glared at Mason and answered again. "No, it's fine."
Spinner smiled sympathetically and cocked his head. "The whole Mason/Ivy thing not going as planned?"
I shook my head and looked away.
He gently patted my shoulder. "Ah, it's ok. Sometimes people aren't compatible. There's nothing you can you do."
My anger was melting away and I relaxed a little. He was right. It wasn't my fault that Mason was a beautiful jerk and that Ivy was a loveable coward. I did what I could. Getting them together was not my responsibility.
Mason watched us silently with his arms folded and a suspicious look on his face.
"And just because they didn't work out, it doesn't mean you shouldn't have a little fun," Spinner continued and pulled me closer. "How about you and I get dinner tonight?"
"WHAT?" Mason suddenly exclaimed. He was glaring poison daggers at Spinner.
"I asked her if she wanted to go get dinner," Spinner enunciated loudly.
"I know what you said, but why would you ask her?" Mason scoffed. "She's all bleh.
Spinner rolled his eyes. "Because I like her. That's what you do when you like someone. And it's not like she's with anyone, right?"
"Right, but-"
"But what? What's the problem, Mason? You just said that she's unattached, so there shouldn't be a problem; unless, of course, someone wanted to stop us, but was too much of a pathetic coward to say something…no? Ok then."
Mason tensed his muscles and glared at us dangerously. He looked like he was about to pounce over the couch and rip Spinner's head off. After a few seconds, his eyes cut to mine like a molten blade. "Well?" he hissed. "Aren't you going to say something?"
I started and then glanced at Spinner. "I-I'd love to." No one's ever successfully asked me out to dinner before. Whenever they tried, Mason would jump in and wreck everything.
Spinner beamed and then with a flourish of his hand, a bouquet of flowers suddenly appeared from thin air. He handed them to me and then kissed me on the cheek. "Wonderful! I'll pick you up around seven? I'll take you to the Gray restaurant."
Sparks of static lit up my face and I smiled in surprise. "Ok. Thank you."
He stood in the doorway, and grinned one final time. "See you later, Elyse…Bye, Mason."
There was a touch of malice in his voice when he said it, and his grin turned into a slight smirk when he regarded Mason, but then the door slammed and it was just us again.
I gazed at Mason from the corner of my eye and sighed. Why bother? All he ever did was give me grief no matter how nice I tried to be. It's not like I enjoyed having such a harsh relationship with him. I'd be happy if we could at least be civil with each other, but it was like he wanted to make me as miserable as possible. He skewered me with his sharp eyes coldly, and I shook my head and walked to my room.
Why bother at all.
"Elyse."
"What?" I groaned and leaned my forehead against the threshold. "I'm done for the day. Just let me rest."
"I'll go out with Ivy."
I whipped around and nearly choked on a gasp when he was suddenly in front of me. "You will?"
"Just this once."
That was surprising. He was being obedient. If he could act like this all the time, we wouldn't have to be enemies.
"Fine," I said with a shrug and padded into my room.
"Tell her," Mason called, "Tell her I'll meet her at seven at the Grey restaurant."
My breath caught in my throat and I took a deep calming breath. Of course, it was just too good to be true. Still, if I did this it would make Ivy happy, and then I could tell her that I didn't want to do it anymore. She would understand, and if she didn't good riddance.
"Fine," I repeated with a weary sigh and glanced back at him. He was still covered in blood, still defiantly beautiful, still endlessly annoying. What did they all see in him? What couldn't I see in him? I've tried being nice. He had a personal vendetta against me.
"Elyse?" he asked again.
"Whaaaat?" I moaned and slammed the phone down. He was now standing in front of me and staring intently at the carpet with his arms folded in a posture of annoyance.
"Do you like Spinner?" he asked tartly. "If you don't then you shouldn't go on arbitrary dates with people."
He kept his eyes down, and all I could do was stare at him disbelievingly. Was he serious? After he yelled at me, bruised my wrists and splattered my forehead with blood? He couldn't even manage a 'sorry'?
"Didn't I say I was finished?" I said and dialed. "I'm calling Ivy, so get out."
"Elyse, just-"
"Get out."
"But El-"
"GET. OUT." I screamed.
"W-what? Elyse?"
I winced and held the phone to my ear. "Sorry, Ivy, I wasn't talking to you. I have good news, though."
Mason rolled his eyes and violently shook his head, making sure that he sprayed blood all over my room.
Good news indeed.
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