No Strings

5

*~Mason POV~*

*2 months later*

"Quinn! Hurry up! They are waiting!" Quinn came running down the stairs in a skin-tight, blue, silky dress. It came down mid-thigh, and curves around her hips. The dress is sleeveless, but it wrapped around her neck. Her hair was straightened and she had on light makeup. She looks stunning.

"Alight. Already." She grabbed a black and white handbag from the coffee table and walked to the door. "Are you going to open the door, or just stand there drooling?" I smile.

"You look absolutely beautiful. So I am happy to stand here."

"Oh shut up." She playfully shoves me, then pulls me closer and gives me a peck on the lips. "You don't look too bad yourself." She whispers in my ear. I open the door and she walks out with a sway of her hips. I feel my hairs stand.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Hey, guys." Quinn greeted as we hopped in Liam's truck.

"Hey..." Danny mumbled.

"What's up with you?" I asked him.

"I'm all alone for this thing. I'll have no one to dance with."

"I'll dance with you." Quinn chimed in. I rolled my eyes. "Mason won't dance, anyway." I looked at her, it is so hard to just sit next to her and not stare.

"And what makes you think that, babe?" She gave me a 'duh' look.

"You? Dance? The only kind of dancing you do is dirty." She smiled.

"Hey, hey. I could totally do other dancing than the good kind."

"Sure honey." She shakes her head.

I will prove her wrong. I could dance if I really wanted too.

Faith laughed and said, "Mason pigs will be able to fly before you will be able to dance." Then turned to face me, smiling. She wore little makeup, her hair is slightly curled. The teal dress she wore is short and matched her sparkly golden shoes. Liam was the most dress up out of all the guys, he had on a black tux that was made of silk. Danny had a plaid shirt with a suit jacket, a tie, and jeans. I had a blue button-down, with black pants and a tie.

"Let's just go pick up winter," I said ignoring Faith's comment.

*~*~*~*~*~*

So now were at the Snowflake Gala. We walked inside and Erin was standing at the door with Quinn's brother, Alec. I hate that guy. Erin had on a strapless skanky black dress with some silver shoes and a black handbag. Alec had a tux not as classy as Liam's but pretty close. Alec was observing the rest of the room as Erin talked to Skylar. Skylar had a pinky/red dress with some high heel white boots. She left us to be Erin's sidekick.

I grabbed Quinn's hand and led her to the bar. "You want anything?" She nodded.

"Champagne, please." I nodded. She looked around nervously. I turned to the bartender.

"A champagne, the nicest you have, and a scotch, neat." I hand him my card.

"Is that all?"

"Yes." He walked away. Its crazy how they don't even question my age, just because I come from a rich family. I mean I am old enough to drink but shit I look young.

"Are you okay?" Quinn looked over at me and smiled.

"Yeah, it's just, I can't believe that Alec is here with Erin. After everything, we talked and talked but still, he just doesn't understand." I put a lock of her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm ruining our time. Let's not talk about this." The bartender set our drinks down and handed me the bill, with my card. I signed the bill and grabbed our drinks. I handed her the champagne and I took a sip of my scotch. I turned my head to the middle of the room and a girl was laughing at something another girl had said. She had long blond hair, big brown eyes, and her smile blew my mind. She had on a white ball gown that touched the floor. The neckline of her dress dipped down, showing some of her cleavages. She had no makeup on, she was a natural beauty. She looked so familiar, she looks like... "Hello?" Quinn questioned. I shook my head.