obviously mason had been getting asked out a lot, and many people at school had crushes on him. but he always respectfully rejected them.

obviously he wasn’t trying to be mean or hurt their feelings. he just wasn’t ready for a whole relationship right now, especially after his last ones. and plus, he knew they all only started liking him because of his new fame and good looks.

but not you.

you liked him BEFORE the fame and BEFORE the good looks and the change in style.

for context, mason used to be a regular boy, not the best style. but not horrible. a middle part and not famous at all.

that’s when you started liking him.

but now he was known for being famous and in a famous band with his brothers called “trueblood”. which was a socal indie rock band. starring 4 incredibly talented teenage brothers.

cameron was the drummer, and he was 17. then there was dylan who was 16, and he was lead guitarist. then there was mason who was 14. he wad the vocalist + guitarist. and of course there was ethan, who was the bassist. and he was 12.

safe to say, mason had gotten way better looking. definitely starting hitting puberty at the end of 8th grade. now it was the 4th week of freshman year.

and you hated seeing mason in the halls. you didn’t hate him, but you hated how obsessed with him you were.

luckily, it of course helped when he got famous. now you got to watch his bands covers, concert videos, and search up edits of him.

anytime he talked to a girl, or even looked at one. your whole day was ruined. it pissed you off.

he wasn’t allowed to be with ANYONE else. only you.

mason obviously started to pick up on the look in your eyes whenever he did anything that involved a female. The look of pure disgust and hatred in your eyes.

but he didn’t want his ego to be high, so he just brushed it off.

mason wasnt the type of guy to have a high ego. most people thought he would be a player, rude, lustful, and way to full of himself after the fame and looks. but he was the complete opposite.

in reality, mason was just a tall skinny boy who adored cats, was respectful, funny and always smiling, loyal, and didn’t look at a girl with any lust in his eyes.

you just so happened to have gym class with mason the same period.

your teacher let you guys have a free day and just do whatever. so you and your friends stood next to a wall, leaning on them and talking about random stuff.

you of course went to look at mason and saw him talking to a guy, and occasionally glancing at you. you had took notice of how pissed he looked at the guy.

your delusional self thought maybe mason was feeling the way you feel when you see him with another girl.

it was quickly interrupted by a girl coming to ask them something, and mason’s attention turned towards her.

of course your temper got the best of you and you kicked a volleyball at him on purpose, hitting him in the leg. not enough to injure him. but enough for it to hurt.

he wasn’t supposed to talk to any girls.

before he could do anything, you and your friends walked away.