Mason POV
Why the fuck was Oliver fucking Rogers talking to my sister?!
She was late for lunch, and he wasn't here either, and I wanted to punch a wall.
I was staring at the table where Hazel was sitting alone, eating peacefully. Where the fuck is she?!
“I thought that we were pretending that she doesn’t exist.” Jax said as he picked up the food with his fork.
I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. “She doesn’t.”
“Is that why you have been starring at her table ever since we came in here?” Jax smirked at me.
“I’ve noticed that Oliver is gone too.” Chris said casually, like he wasn’t just adding fuel to a fire.
“Is that so?” Jax gasped mockingly. “I wonder if they are together.”
I clenched my fists. I saw red. I was going to punch the shit out of these two idiots.
“Probably.” Chris shrugged. “Did you see the way he was looking at her?”
I slammed my hand against the table, making people closest to our table look at me wide-eyed. Chris and Jax just raised an eyebrow at me.
I had enough. If that fucker thinks he can touch my sis…
No.
I didn’t care. I shouldn’t fucking care.
“Well, every guy was looking at her.” Jax continued, looking from me to Chris. “She is fucking beautiful.”
It was like they wanted me to destroy the dining hall.
Chris glanced at me with a smirk on his face. “I think we should stop, Jax. The vein on his forehead is about to burst.”
Jax snorted. “Maybe he should just admit he cares about his fucking twin sister so that we can move on.”
“I don’t care.” I gritted through my teeth.
“So it doesn’t bother you that Oliver could be kissing her right now?” Jax taunted me. “His hands could be under her shirt right now. His dick could be…”
I snapped.
I leaned over the table, grabbed his collar, and got into his face. “Finish that sentence and I will strangle you with my own two hands.”
“Jesus, Mason, calm down.” Chris said, grabbing my arm. “Everyone is staring.”
I looked around, and everyone in the dining hall was staring at me. I let Jax go and sat back down.
I needed to control myself. I didn’t know what was happening to me.
“Yeah, you really don’t care, man.” Jax snorted, picking his fork back up. “You could have fooled me.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jax.” Chris groaned. “He needs to calm down and you are not helping.”
“He is stubborn.” Jax said angrily, glaring at Chris.
“He needs time.” Chris sighed and rolled his eyes at Jax.
Were the fuckers really talking about me like I wasn't here?
“He is here.” I said angrily. “And you are both wrong. I’m not stubborn, and I don’t need fucking time. I need her to leave.”
“That’s probably not going to happen.” Chris said. “Why don’t you just talk to her? I don’t know what she did, but give her a chance to explain.”
“No.” I said sternly. “She had her chances.”
“Fine.” Chris sighed, rolling his eyes at me. “At least try to be civil with her, man. The poor girl looks scared of you. I know you are not her biggest fan, but I know you would never hurt her. Maybe let her know that before she runs away in fear.“
My heart clenched painfully. I would never hurt her. I could never hurt her.
Before I could answer him, the door of the dining hall opened and she walked inside. She stared in front of herself with a sad look on her face. I could tell that she was lost in thought because she was biting her lower lip. She always bit her lower lip when she was sad or nervous.
Why was she sad? Did something happen? Did that fucker Oliver do something to her?!
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched her walk to the table where Hazel was sitting. She didn’t get anything to eat.
Why wasn’t she eating?
Hazel looked at her worriedly and asked her something. I saw her shaking her head, but I couldn’t see her face.
“I wonder how worried he would be if he actually loved his sister.” Jax said, making me look away from her.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not worried.”
Jax rolled his eyes and looked back down at his plate, shaking his head.
“I’ve known you for four years now, Mase.” Chris sighed. “You are going to drive yourself crazy if you continue like this, and it’s only been two days. Do something about it.”
I clenched my fists and looked away from him. My eyes found her again.
They were wrong. I wasn't worried, and I didn’t care. She hurt me, and she didn’t deserve my forgiveness.
I saw Hazel talking to her worriedly. They were too far away, and it was too loud in the hall, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Why was Hazel worried? Did something happen?
They stood up from the table, and I watched them walk away. She was staring at her feet the whole time, and I was sure she was going to bump into something or someone.
I didn’t care if she did.
The door behind them closed, and I looked away.
Chris and Jax were staring at me. Jax was smirking. Chris looked intrigued. He was probably thinking about a way to make me tell him what happened between us.
“What?” I grunted, picking up my tray and standing up.
“Nothing.” Chris shrugged, following me back to the counter.
We left the dining hall and started walking toward our next class when I was rudely interrupted by the school’s biggest slut, Monica Jacobs.
I hooked up with her once. The worst decision of my life. She hasn’t stopped bothering me since. I mean, I know I’m amazing in bed, but come on.
“Hey, Mase.” she said, running her hand down my chest.
“Monica.” I sighed, trying to step around her so I could run the fuck away.
I heard Jax and Chris groan in annoyance. They hated her as much as I did.
“Who is that little tramp you were with yesterday?” she asked, pouting. “I thought I was the only girl in your life.”
I clenched my fists. How dare she call her a tramp?!
“Monica, if you were the last girl on this planet, you still wouldn’t be the only girl in my life.” I sneered at her.
Chris and Jax laughed, and Monica gasped.
“How dare you, Mason?” she yelled. “The tramp shows up and suddenly you don’t want me anymore?! You can’t do that!”
I saw red.
I stepped closer to her, bending to her height, and getting into her face.
“Call her a tramp one more time, I dare you.” I said coldly.
Monica gulped, taking a step back. She was staring at me wide-eyed.
I took my chance and stepped around her, walking toward my next class.
I entered the classroom and my eyes found her immediately. She was staring at her desk, biting her lower lip. She didn’t look up when we entered.
Why was she sad? Why was she nervous? What was she thinking about? Did something happen? Did someone do something to her?
I sat down, placing the books on my desk. I looked at her, and nothing had changed. She was still staring at her desk, completely lost in thought.
What was wrong?
Well, I didn’t care.