The Masquerade Ball has been in full swing for an hour now. Mason told Brett again that he wasn't ready to come out. He just didn't want the attention. He hangs around with Liam and Hayden. When they're making out, he's talking about school work with Lucas. Lucas is fully human now. So it seems... and Mason is seeing how cool and relaxed he is. Occasionally he looks at Brett in curiosity.
Since Brett walked in, he's been in a hurricane of Girls and loving every minute of it. It wasn't Chloe and her gang. They were in the Goren Quarter, getting drunk. Brett's new Girls are slimmer Blonder, and louder. But Mason just stays with his group asking Lucas questions about the Dread Doctors.
As his friend is telling him parts of his horrifying memories, he notices Brett's girls are giving him things. Expensive watches clothes, sunglasses, jewellery for Lori, music tickets. Some Girls are giving him cold hard cash. Brett waves the money. The Guys in the room cheer. Even when some of Brett's Girls are gone, the quieter ones make their move as the Slow -dance music comes on.
Mason reaches for his friend, Rae, and asks her to dance.
"Why Thank you kind Sir" She says with a nod. She's pretty and looks stunning in a red and Black dress. The only reason Guys haven't asked her to dance is because she isn't that popular.
Mason's laughing at her own jokes about her dress when she points over.
"Shit! That's Ellie Goulding look-a-like is really going for it!" Rae said.
Mason followed her point, to which a very happy bouncy blonde was running her hands all over Brett's hair, sticking it up. Rae laughed when the blonde slid her hand down Brett's back and roughly over his ass. Mason closed his eyes, quickly asking what Rae was doing for her holidays. As she changed the subject he swirled her around so he didn't have to see anymore.
But that didn't work. Fifteen minutes later a Red-head was dragging Brett to the corner of the room. She was Whispering things. Mason knew it was racy hot sexy Whispers. Even in the sparkly dark, he could see Brett blush. He asked Rae if she wanted a drink.
"Sure My dear, make it strong hun" Rae winked.
He was in the middle of pouring out her Vodka and lilt and Apple juice when he got a text.
"I'm in the staff Bathroom. See me"
After quickly giving Rae her drink, he politely introduced her to Lucas and went to the staff Bath-room. He had no idea how Brett had got in here. The Staff rooms were a thousand tines cleaner than the student ones . They were checked constantly, and could only be opened with a specific key.
"How did you get the key?" Mason said.
"Doesn't matter. How have you been?" Brett asked.
"Not as satisfied as your are" Mason told him.
Brett tried to smooth down his Tuxedo and took out a piece of Apple pie gum.
"Do you like the Tuxedo? Satomi's tailors made it in Iceland..." He said. While chewing he took a rose out of his pocket.
"You look like a Molested Labrador in a Tuxedo. I'm glad you're having fun with the Girls Brett, because I'm having fun too. I'm not going to let you ruin my night" Mason said turning on the tap for no reason.
Brett smirked. "Ruin your night? Mason you're ruining mine. Why haven't you done or said anything?"
"Brett I already told you. I'm not coming out in front of schools just to make you happy"
"I'm not talking about that. The Girls that have surrounded me all night? Why haven't you come over?" He asked.
"Brett they're Girls. I can't pull a Sinema and throw them across a room. Just do what you want" Mason said.
"But I don't want to do that" Brett said putting the rose on the sink counter.
"I've looked at you Mason. And I feel it"
"What?"
"That shield with Lukas. Your nervousness with Rae. I know that you're mine. People know you're taken I've heard that...I like that. You're mine. And you know it. It's programmed in your brain. It's what you memorise in your sleep. But do you know that I'm yours?" Brett asked running his hand over his hair.
Mason looked in the mirror and looked at the Zombie mask around his neck. "Brett you're confusing the shit out of me"
Where's the jealousy Mason?"
"I am...somewhat jealous...
"Bull-shit., You're scared of outing yourself. You're scared that Chloe might say something. You're shitting yourself that everyone will find out about us. But you're not jealous. That...that worries me...a little. When I see another person, supernatural or not, just look in your direction...Discomfort. Anger jealousy, they threaten to bury me alive. The only way that I can breathe properly is when you're next to me"
"Woah Brett..."
"I know this sounds crazy. I know that you'll never get to this level of insanity. But is showing minimal intrigue to much to fucking ask?" Brett questioned.
Mason shrugged. "Brett you're a very attractive smart private-schooled Hottie. Girls and Guys, are all always going to be seeking you out, like a Were to a Virgin's blood-drop"
Brett curled his hand up around the sink. He could hear the chatter of his friends outside. There wasn't enough alcohol, Girls they liked were into Brett. The Air-conditioning was getting worse. He'd go out and see them. But only after he'd sorted this out.
"Do you want me Mason? I mean, do you want this relationship?"
"How can you even ask me that?"
"Because Girls are rubbing against me so tightly, like they're trying to fertilize me. And you're shrugging and giving me a thumbs up from across the room, like it's no big deal. And I WANT it to be a big deal Mason. I want you to learn French, when an exchange student starts hitting on me. I want you to get paranoid when a Pack member flirts with me. I want you to be shocked when an old school friend tells you about a talent that you didn't know that I had. i want you to whine at me, when I have to ditch you for Lacrosse.
I want to hear complaints when I want to go on a Guy's trip. When I start a job, I want to hear your suspicions about why the Receptionist is buying me free donuts, every day. I want to be confronted about why I spoke to my Ex one Saturday. I want you to be jealous of the time I spend with my pack. I want you to be pissed when I go to the gym in tight shorts, because Clay always looks at my ass.
You're just not jealous enough" Brett explained.
"We need to be balanced Brett" Mason reasoned, looking up at the fan spinning on the wall,
"And you need to realise that ever since I lost my home, and my original parents and My pack, I've felt this need to be in control all the time"
"I know" Mason said rubbing his boyfriend's wrist.
"And as long as I'm still breathing I'll always protect you. You know that. Friend-ship wise, it was easier. Now it's just so one -sided. I'm a Were. It's natural for me to mark Territory. You're not the only one that has doubts you know. Mark your Territory...right now" Brett said.
"Brett you said that you wouldn't pressure me. And anyway I'm not the Territorial type" Mason said.
He's Moving forward to hug him. But Brett patiently backs away towards the wall. He turns the tap off, and takes the rose off of the sink.
"I'm not asking you to be anything other than what you are. I just wanted you to make a stand. As my partner. As my shorter puppy-eyed snuggle-bunny. Make a stand as my Boyfriend? But that's never going to happen. Is it?"
Mason causelessly opens his mouth. The words are trapped and there's not enough time...
Brett doesn't wait for a response. He gives Mason the rose, and goes back to his friends, his presents and his Pack of Girls.
The End! Thank you to Everyone for Reading!