Chloe's POV

I rushed to my house and shut the door behind me.

What did I just do? Why did I kiss him on the cheek? Why am I such a girl sometimes? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

"Hello darling." Mum greeted. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." I answered.

"Is that? A boy's clothes?" she inquired.

"Yeah...?"

"Whose?"

"uhhh.... Josh? We crashed at his place last night." I lied.

"Cool." she said. What? Did my mum just said cool?

"Yeah... Cool." I awkwardly said.

I went up straight to my room and got changed.

I called Andy and told her what I did.

"You did what?" she said on the other line.

"I kissed him on the cheek." I told her.

"Why? Do you like him or something?"

"No! It's just reflex? I guess?"

"Just pray that he wouldn't think of anything about that kiss." She said.

Andy was surprised about what happened but she didn't made a big deal out of it. In fact, she found it amusing.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I said.

It's my brother.

"What?" I asked him.

"Someone's here for you." he said with a silly grin on his face.

"Who?"

"It's a HE." he grinned.

What?

"Hey Andy, I'll call you back okay?" I ended the call.

"Are you sure it's for me?" I asked him.

"Yep!" he said.

I hurriedly ran down stairs to see who the said visitor is. I didn't even reach the end of the staircase when I saw who it was, my eyes widened.

"Mason?" I asked.

"Is he your friend?" my mum asked and turned around to look at me with a silly grin on her face, her tone is a little bit higher than it's supposed to be, one look at her and I know that she's already checked out Mason, and by the looks of it, she's already approved of him.

I rolled my eyes, knowing my mum, she's already thinking about her grandchildren's names.

"Yes."

"No." we both said at the same time. I glared at him.

"Okay?" my Dad said. I didn't realize that everybody's present at our house tonight.

"I'm sorry, uhmm.. Where are my manners." He then cleared his throat. "Good Evening, my name's Mason Carter, I'm here to give Chloe her notebook back, I think you dropped it in my car earlier when I dropped you off." I looked at the said 'notebook' he's talking about and automatically my eyes grew even wider, if that's even possible. The said notebook being talked about is my diary.

Oh god! Please tell me he didn't read it... I silently prayed.

I quickly ran off the stairs and took my diary out of his hands, muttered thank you and closed the front door.

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