You and Mason had been rivals ever since you were two, when he took your pop tart and you smacked him in the face. Ever since then, you never got along. Mason liked to jokingly flirt with you a lot. You would usually just ignore him, he wasn't that funny anyways. One day, while you were on a walk, you bumped into someone, "Hey! Watch where you're going you bitc-" The person you had bumped into stopped talking and looked at you. "Oh, hey there beautiful." It was Mason.