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-Rose

Scarlett Fitz POV

I crossed my arms on the desk and laid my head on them.

"I'm sure you didn't do that bad." Brielle said hopefully, from the desk next to me.

I turned my head so I was looking at her and raised my eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I wrote a better essay than this when I was eight."

"You've had a lot on your mind." Brielle said.

"So have you and you managed to get a perfect grade." I countered, staring at Brielle's award winning essay which sat on her desk sporting a bright red A+.

Brielle looked at me unsure of what to say.

"Scarlett Fitz." My English teacher called from the front of the room.

I flashed Brielle a nervous smile and headed towards the front of the classroom so I could receive my grade.

I was handed my paper and I thanked my teacher. As I turned to walk back to my seat I quickly scanned over the paper. A bright red D took residence on the corner of my essay. I groaned in frustration.

I walked back to my seat and sat down with a thud.

"How did you go?" Brielle asked.

"Let's just say my family of English lovers are not going to be happy." I replied.

My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I reached for my phone and opened the message.

Want to know how Mommy made the grades?
I guess you could say she was a bit of a teacher's pet.
–A

I looked at the message in confusion.

I felt a hand touch my arm. "Are you ok?" Brielle asked in concern. Her gaze flicked towards my phone.

I plastered on a fake smile. "I'm fine. It's just my mom."

"Alright…" Brielle said, not sounding entirely convinced.

I looked back at the message. What did A mean? I always thought my mom was completely honest with me. I guess I'm not the only one with secrets.

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I sat in the car as Grace drove me home from school. It was awfully silent. Almost as if she wanted so say something but wasn't sure how to bring it up.

"So I saw you talking to Mason Kahn." Grace said keeping her eyes trained on the road.

So that's what she wanted to talk about. "Um yeah we're partners for an assignment." I replied.

"Really?" Grace asked raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yes." I confirmed.

"Scarlett you know he's not a good person." Grace started.

"Why is everyone telling me that?" I said raising my voice slightly. "For god's sake I'm partners with him for a project not sucking his face in the janitor's closet."

"Alright alright." Grace said. "But seriously Scarlett you know how mom and dad feel about his family. The Kahn's are not good people, you can't trust them. Mason will use you and then leave you. You need to listen to me."

"I am not dating Mason Kahn." I said putting emphasis on every word. "And even if I was would it be such a bad thing?"

"Yes!" Grace exclaimed in shock. "Mason is not a good a person."

"Is anyone?" I replied. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"That's true but I'm your big sister and I don't want to see you get hurt." Grace said.

"It's a History assignment, I'm not going to get hurt." I responded.

We pulled into the driveway and I jumped out of the car before Grace could say another word.

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I lie on my bed and read a book. I look up when I hear someone continuously knocking on the door.

"Come in." I said, as I placed my book on my nightstand.

My mom walked into the room and shut the door behind her. She walked over to my bed and sat down beside me.

"Can we talk?" My mom asked nervously.

"Sure." I agreed in confusion.

"I spoke to Grace." My mom said.

Oh shit. "Really." I replied. "What did she say?"

"Just that you seemed a bit upset." My mom said.

"Oh." I breathed in relief. "I'm fine."

"No you're not." My mom argued. I looked at her in confusion. "You're nervous all the time. You're almost never home and you leave the room every time your phone rings."

I stared at my mom in shock, I didn't think she had noticed.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" My mom questioned suddenly.

"What? No." I responded.

"Then what are you hiding from me." My mom demanded in frustration.

"I'm not hiding anything." I lied.

"You're a terrible liar Scarlett." My mom said. "In the past few weeks you've seemed different. Almost like you're scared of something."

For the first time since I had started being threatened by A I wanted to tell my mom. I then thought about the most recent A message I had received.

"Did you like you high school teachers?" I blurted out.

"What?!"My mom reeled back almost as if I had slapped her.

"What's wrong?" I asked surprised at her reaction. "Who cares if you liked your teacher?"

"What did that Kahn boy tell you?" My mom demanded.

"Who? Mason?" I asked. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"What ideas has he been putting in your head?" My mom asked furiously.

"I've barley spoken to him." I said.

"Grace told me she saw you two speaking." My mom said.

"We're partners for an assignment." I replied.

"Scarlett I need you to stay away from him." My mom requested.

"Why?" I asked. "What do the Kahn's have against you?"

"Stay out of other people's business Scarlett." My mom yelled then stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her.

I stared at the closed door in shock. My mom never got that mad at me. Whatever she was hiding she definitely didn't want me to know.

My phone buzzed from my desk and I crossed the room to pick it up. I exhaled in relief when I realised it wasn't from A.

Hey Scarlett. Are you free tonight? We could meet up and talk about the project.
-Mason

Wow. Of course Mason texts me directly after I was told never to speak to him again. However, maybe Mason knew what my mom was hiding and I was determined to find out. I quickly typed back my one word reply.

Sure
-Scarlett

A few seconds later my phone buzzed again.

Great! Where should I pick you up?
-Mason

I thought about this for a few seconds. My parents couldn't know that I was meeting up with Mason, no matter how innocent the intentions were.

Meet me at the end of my street in five.
-Scarlett

I then turned off my phone and shoved it in my jacket pocket. I walked over to my bedroom door and locked it. Then I crossed the room and stopped when I was standing directly in front of my window. I opened the window all the way and then maneuverer myself so I was perched on the windowsill. I looked at the ground below me. My bedroom was only on the second floor of my house so it wasn't that big of a distance. However right now, it seemed like I was preparing myself to jump off a cliff. I wasn't exactly the most stable person in the world so it would be a miracle if I made it to the ground alive. This was probably the worst idea ever but it was too late to go back now.

I took a long deep breath and then jumped from the window. I bent my knees and braced myself for the impact. When I hit the ground I attempted what started out as a commando roll but ended up with me lying face first in the tulips. I quickly pulled myself off the ground and brushed the dirt from my clothes. Then without looking back at my house I headed down the street.

I glanced around, it was pretty late at night so it was hard to make out anything. I quickened my pace so I could reach the end of the street faster.

A black car was parked at the end of the street and I recognized it as Mason's car. I walked towards the car and pulled the passenger door open. I jumped into the passenger seat and leaned back into the comfortable seat.

"You came." Mason surprised voice greeted me.

"Yeah." I said in confusion. "It was you who texted me, right?"

"I was me." Mason confirmed as he started up the engine. "I just didn't think you would actually show up. I know for a fact you hate me."

I turned my head so I was looking at Mason. His eyes were trained on the road and his face was void of any emotion. "I don't hate you." I muttered. "I mean I don't particularly like you, but I don't hate you."

A small smile cracked on Mason's lips. "Then why did you come?"

I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. Truthfully I couldn't answer Mason's question. I wasn't sure why I had agreed to meet up with him. "Well we have a History assignment to work on." I said finally deciding on an appropriate answer.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I realised we had passed the library.

"Well Scarlett Fitz, I figured we can't do a particularly good job on this assignment if we don't get to know each other better." Mason said.

"And what does ice-skating have to do with that." I asked in confusion, as we pulled up in front of the ice-skating rink.

"Well I've never been ice-skating before." Mason said in an extremely childish voice.

"I'm not going ice-skating with you." I said stubbornly crossing my arms over my chest.

"Aw come on Scarlett." Mason whined. "Please."

I looked at Mason who was batting his eyes at me and attempting to look innocent. "You're ridiculous." I muttered, but nonetheless I got out of the car.

Ten minutes later I stood in front of the entrance to the ice-skating rink ready to step on the ice. Mason stood beside me looking extremely excited at the prospect of ice-skating for the first time.

"This is a really bad idea." I said.

Mason rolled his eyes at me. "Lighten up Scarlett. Try and have some fun."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Fine. You go first then." I motioned to the ice.

"Fine." Mason countered. "I've got this. How hard can it be?"

I tried to hide my smile as I gestured for Mason to step on the ice.

Mason put one foot on the ice then the other. He started to slide forward and turned his head around to give me a cocky smile. "See I told you it wasn't that-"

Mason was cut off as he fell face first onto the ice. I burst out laughing.

"Ha ha very funny." Mason grumbled from his position of the ground.

I joined him on the ice. "Aw come on Mason. Lighten up." I said mimicking his previous sentence. I started to skate in circles around him.

Mason looked at me in disbelief. "You've been ice-skating before?"

I nodded. "You're speaking to Miss Junior ice-skating champion of Rosewood."

"Are you serious?" Mason laughed.

I nodded again and went to help him up.

Mason flashed me a grateful smile and put his arm around my shoulder so he wouldn't fall over again. I felt a spark shoot up my arm at his simple touch but ignored it.

I skated over to the outside of the rink. "Hold onto this." I said moving Mason's hands to the railing of the rink.

"So Scarlett." Mason said as he started to slowly skate using to the rail to keep his balance. "We came here in order to get to know each other better. Tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Mason shrugged. "Everything. You're favourite colour, favourite food, your likes and dislikes. Everything."

"Well my favourite colour is red." I started. "What about you?"

"Blue." He said looking directly at my eyes.

I blushed. "You did not just use that move on me."

"What?" Mason said. "I genuinely like the colour blue. It was just a coincidence that it's the colour of your eyes."

"Ok what is an interesting fact about you?" Mason asked.

I rolled my eyes at his request but I answered anyway. "Well I was named after Scarlett O'Hara from Gone with the Wind."

Mason laughed. "Hey don't laugh." I said playfully pushing him. "My mom is a serious literature geek. What about you Mr Bad boy?"

"Ok this is really embarrassing so you have to promise you won't tell anyone." Mason said.

"I promise." I agreed.

"When I was five my older brother made me watch a bunch of horror movies with him, so I refused to sleep without a nightlight until I was eleven." Mason muttered embarrassed.

I couldn't help myself, I started cracking up. Mason glared at me but eventually he too started to laugh.

"I'm sorry." I laughed.

"It's ok." Mason said grinning boyishly at me.

"You're different. Then I thought you'd be. You're not the guy everyone says you are" I said suddenly.

"Who is?" Mason countered and took my hand. "Come on I should probably get you home before your parents start to worry."

I smiled at him and we skated off the rink. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I shot Mason an apologetic smile. "Sorry I have to get that."

"Of course." Mason said.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the message.

Mommy and Daddy sit home obliviously while the bad boy skates his way to your heart.

-A

I inhaled a sharp breath and glanced around wildly. A was always watching, we weren't the only ones here.

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-Rose