“You remember who Maggie is, do you?” He hesitantly asked. Of course, how could I forget her name. My mind spent a lot of time thinking about her. Forming questions that I thought wouldn’t be answered.
“I met her during freshman year; she’s new, just like you. I was at that phase of my life where my wild side was at loose.” He chuckled and pressed my hand lightly before continuing. “She was a snob; she only had a few friends. Eventually, I gained her trust and became her friend.” He laughed nervously. “She’s a bit old school, she wanted all that wooing and stuff, and well, I complied with what she wanted, I wooed her every single day, I brought her flowers and chocolates, drove her to and from school.” It was prominent in Mason’s features that he’s reminiscing those days as he tells me the story. I know that I shouldn’t feel this way, she’s the past and I’m the present but I can’t help myself, I can’t help the jealousy that I’m feeling, it’s hard for me to accept that somebody else experienced that side of Mason. I can’t help it; I’m selfish when it comes to him.
“I had some… dickhead friends at that time; they’re a year older than me.” He chuckled. “The reason why I pursued her in the first place was not because I like her, but because I made a bet with them. But the moment I realized that I was starting to develop feelings for her, I backed out. I paid them off to stop the bet. That, wasn’t easy; I needed to come up with a lot of theoretical projects just to get money out of my dad. The night I ended the bet, I decided to come clean and tell Maggie everything, I was ready to face the consequences of my actions.” He paused for a moment. “They said she wasn’t home at that time. She’s the one that approached me the next day; she said she needed to tell me something. Do you want to know what she said?” He looked at me. “She told me that she’s choosing James.” He snorted. “Apparently, James was wooing her as well the same time as me. I didn’t got mad at her as I thought I’d be, was I hurt? Yes, was I heartbroken? Definitely, but it was okay. Karma caught up to me. She’s better off with James.” Hearing Mason say tell me this made me realize that there are a lot of other things that I don’t know about him. I didn’t expect him and James to have this kind of history. It all becomes clear to me now; why he was sometimes hostile towards James when it came to me. He didn’t want history to repeat itself.
“Later that day, I came to talk to James. I gave him my blessing or whatever. I didn’t make it a big deal, I thought I deserved it, I feel like I deserved it. It pained me to see them together, to watch them walk along the hallway, doing couples stuff. But I put up with it, I deserved it.” A pained smile flashed across his face. “And then one day, her brother came barging into our house, demanding an explanation, I’ve just woken up, I was groggy.” He chuckled. “He kept asking me ‘Why? Why’d you do it?’I don’t have the slightest idea of what he’s talking about. He kept saying things, and what caught my attention was he mentioned something about the bet. I asked him who he heard it from and he said Maggie told him. She was crying over the phone when she called him. I was taken aback by surprise, I never told anyone about that stupid bet, and my dickhead friends promised they’ll never tell anyone. Guess who told her?” he turned to me.
I didn’t want to believe it, but I have a feeling I know who. “James?”
“Yep! He heard me talking over the phone to one of my dickhead friends and used that information to his advantage. I didn’t talk to him after that; I didn’t talk to him for a long time, the whole sophomore and half of junior year to be exact, Tyler was caught up in between our war, but he sided with neither of us.” He smiled. “We guys have a golden rule, ‘bros before whoes.’ and he broke that rule.” He shook his head. “But every war comes to an end, and I ended up forgiving him. But after that, our friendship was never the same. Sure you see us talk, hang-out and kid around but it’s not like before, it’s different. Truth is, we’re still in the middle of repairing our friendship.”
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