Mason’s POV

I watched her stomp out of the room and into the kitchen to fetch me my juice. The look on her face says it all. I’ve been trying so hard to contain my laughter and when she’s out of my sight, I let it all out. My voice echoed around the house and I heard her groan in the kitchen.

Who knew having a maid is this fun, especially when it’s blonde and British.

“I can hear you, jerk!” she yelled.

“Hurry up with my juice wench! And when you’re done I want a Pizza, homemade!”

“Make your own damn pizza! You’re nose is the one that’s broken not your hands, not your feet!” she said annoyingly as she walked in the living room. She handed me the juice that I asked for. I took a drink, all this laughing made me thirsty.

As soon as the liquid touched my tongue, I spit it all out. Making me wet my pants and the couch. The taste was disgusting! It’s something, sour, sweet, salty and a whole other tastes I can’t even describe.

My taste buds are now completely destroyed! Thanks to Blondie!

“What’s this?! Are you trying to kill me?!” I exclaimed.

“You.. should.. have se- en your… face!” she said in between laughs.

“Ha-ha laugh all you want. You’re going to clean this up.” I said.

“What? No! ewww! That’s your spit! You clean it up!”

“But I’m injured, remember?” I said sweetly.

“I don’t care! I’ve had enough of you in one day, I’m going up to my room and when I come down I want this place spotless!” she said.

“I’m calling your mother.” I said sternly.

“Go ahead; you think I’m scared of my mum?” she challenged me.

I took my phone out and dialed her mom. She probably thinks I’m not going to do it. After a few rings, she answered. I’ll let you in on a secret. Her mom loves me. Really, it’s the truth. It’s the cold hard truth. Everybody loves me. Except maybe Blondie over here, who’s looking all cocky.

“Yes.. yes.. okay… ” I turned around to Blondie. “She wants to talk to you.”

She took the phone from my hand and listened to her mom.

“But… what? It’s… ugh! Fine!” that’s all I heard her say then she gave me my phone back.

“Hello?” I said.

“It’s all taken care of dear, I’m sorry for my daughters’ rude behavior.” She said on the other line. “Feel free to be at home there.”

“Thank you Mrs. Brooks.”

“Welcome, and please, call me Rose.” and with that she’s gone.

I looked at Blondie who looks very infuriated with me based on the death glare she’s giving me right now. If looks could kill, I’m probably 6 feet under the ground now.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“UGH!!! I hate you! How dare you call my mum? And how did you even get her phone number? That is just creepy.”

“She called me this morning, didn’t I tell you that? That’s how I got her number”

She looked confused.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t have any idea how she got my number.” I said as I plopped back down on the couch. The clean one, I may add. She just stood there looking at me with deadly eyes.

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