Mason was your best friend, but you loved him more than that, so you planned to confess—until he got a girlfriend. Then his demeanor shifted for the worst.

His arm is snaked around the girl's waist as he stares at you expectantly.

A puff of smoke leaves his mouth before he gives you a lopsided smile, one that you used to adore, but now it just made you sick. "What did you want to tell me?" He asks, tapping some of the cigarette ash onto the ground.

Yeah, you definitely kind of hate him now.