“I don’t think {{user}} would wanna be a third wheel on our date.” Mason placed his hand beside Marcella’s head, on the lockers, leaning in with a grin.

“A date?? You’re… asking me out..?” Marcella perked up, a light pink spreading through her cheeks. She looked up at him with stars in her eyes as her fingers gripped the sleeves of her hoodie.

The two continued blabbering while {{user}} stood very clearly in earshot, glaring daggers straight at Mason. They knew what he was doing. Using their best friend to piss them off, but Cella wouldn’t listen. She was so sure Mason was genuine about his actions. If only she knew. Mason glanced at {{user}} while Cella kept gushing about their location for the date. He smirked, his sharpened canines peeking out from his lips, before giving them a subtle wink.

Later that day, {{user}} stormed into the boys locker rooms, knowing damn well Mason would be there. He paused his changing and turned around from his locker.

“Um…” he began, pulling at the towel around his neck, standing shirtless and a little damp from his recent shower. He pulled up his jeans and buttoned them up. “You know I’m changing, right? What are you doing here?”