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Chapter 17- He's A Boy And Boys Are Stupid

Chapter 17- He's A Boy And Boys Are Stupid

“Hello?” A feminine voice chimes, answering Mason’s cell phone as I punch in the number.

“Where is he?” I demand, my voice cold, hard and laced with anger. I feel a little bit rude for snapping at the girl who answered his phone just now but I don’t really care about her feelings right now because I’m just so mad and I want to break Mason’s neck.

“Where’s who?” She asks as if she’s doesn’t know that she just answered Mason’s phone.

“Mason!” I exclaim angrily. “Where is Mason at?” I repeat, my voice still cold and demanding.

“Oh! Mason’s still at his movie premiere—  may I ask who’s speaking, please?”

“It’s Aria,” I deadpan, rolling my eyes. I guess I should have known he was still at the premiere watching the movie or whatever it is that they do at the movie premieres. I bet he’s sitting with that stupid red haired devil right now sharing buttery popcorn and being all happy and in love and laughing about how Mason just humiliated me to the whole entire world on national television.

“Oh, Aria, hi,” The voice exclaims cheerfully. “It’s Aubree,” She explains and I remember her as being Mason’s petite assistant.

“Hi Aubree,” I murmur, not really in the mood for casual conversation. “Do you know what time Mason’s gonna be leaving the premiere?” I ask her, trying to calm myself down because I’m actually fuming right now and it’s starting to give me a headache.

“I don’t, actually, I’m sorry, Aria,” Aubree answers, sounding sincerely…well, sincere. “But after the premiere is over, he and Brianne along with the other cast members of the movie are scheduled for a televised fan meet-and-greet. That won’t happen until like, 8 West Coast Time, so just in like, another hour and a half. Then after that, they’re supposed to be going to an after party at Brianne’s house, which is in West Beverley Hills. Mason should have his phone by then and your best time to try to reach him is gonna be like, 11-ish.” She goes on to tells me.

“That’s like, 1 a.m. here though,” I complain with a huff.

“You could always try him in the morning,” She suggest lightly. “I mean, he’s got an interview tomorrow morning, but it’s not until 9, so you might get him then. He’s a very busy person though,” Aubree explains to me.

I heave a heavy sigh but accept that answer. “Okay, well, thanks anyway, Aubree,” I mutter, my irritation going up even higher.

She replies with, “No problem—  it’s kind of my job. So, you don’t want to leave a message then?” She wonders.

“Tell him that I hate him and I’m going to murder him,” I tell her. Of course I don’t actually hate Mason, I’m just really mad at him.

“Erm…you want me to tell your boyfriend that you hate him and that you’re going to murder him?” Aubree echoes awkwardly.

“Yes, just like that,” I demand as I readjust my position on my bed so that I’m lying down flat on my stomach.

“Okay then,” She sighs. “I’ll be sure to give him that message.”

“Thanks Aubree,” I mumble not even waiting for her response before hanging up the house phone.

With a loud groan, I drop the cordless house phone from my fingers and let it hit the floor as I grab a pillow and stuff my face into it. I kick my feet a few times also because I’m just really angry but it doesn’t really do anything other than make my legs hurt, so I stop doing that and just lie there in the center of my bed motionlessly with my face pushed into one of my plethora of fluffy pillows.