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English Lit.” She sighed, folding the paper up as she carefully
     placed it back into his hand. This time she managed to avoid the skin on skin issue,
     thank God.
    He grinned down at her, and she blinked. Dammit all to hell, dimples? Why did he have
    to have dimples? “Awesome. Thanks, Harley.” She nodded, quickly averting her eyes.
     Dang it!
    She totally did not just swoon over dimples.
    She was so dead…
    * * *
    The first day wasn’t turning out to be so bad. His classes were intriguing; the company
     in
    them was even better. Hell, having Harley in three out of the seven made it worth
     his time! The two of them technically didn’t speak the rest of the morning after their
     hallway interlude, but the heat in her gaze throughout first period had Mason squirming
     like a pubescent thirteen year old boy in his desk, even if she had looked as though
     she was contemplating murder at times.
    Shit though, her feistiness alone made him crazy with a want he couldn’t describe,
     and
    keeping her out of his head was almost impossible. Curvy older blonde girls with porn
     star
    bodies was what he liked, scratch that … what he needed. Not slim brunettes of the
     same age with eyes that resembled his favorite cake.
    Yeah, he wasn’t fooling himself. Little beast had his body all wound up, both inside
     and
    out. It wasn’t good, especially for someone who wasn’t planning on making friends
     or getting attached while he was here. That plan definitely included little fire ball
     girls, who got him all hot and bothered with the simple bat of their eye lashes.
    The worst part was, for the first time in Mason’s life, he had the strangest desire
     to get to know a girl on a much deeper level, and not just in the back of his Charger.
    “Mr. Daniel, are you going to attend this class today, or do you find the hallway
     that
    much more interesting than my lecture?”
    Shit, dude! You’ve gotta get your head out of your ass soon before it’s buried too
     deeply.
    “Sorry, sir,” Mason sighed, running his hands over his mouth. It was only third period,
    and he already had a teacher up his ass. The day might have just taken a turn for
     the shittier.
    Not soon enough the bell rang, and Mason darted out of his chair, heading towards
     the
    double doors, leading to what he had hoped was the cafeteria. With his book bag slung
     over his shoulder, he weaved in and out of the swarms of kids until he spotted his
     sister with a group of her friends. It was a relief seeing her giggling and smiling.
     His entire body slouched with ease at the site. Maisy deserved to be happy, more so
     than anyone else he knew.
    He gave her a little nod and made his way to a loner table nearby, eager to be alone
     with
    his thoughts, but a presence loomed over head as he took out his sandwich. “Hey, don’t
     sit alone, Mase.” Maisy’s voice echoed in his ear, “We’ve got plenty of room.” She
     motioned back
    towards her table.
    Oh, so she wanted him around when it was convenient for her?
    He shrugged. Whatever, it didn’t matter. She took charge and packed his crap back
     into
    his bag and then turned to march away. He grinned as her long, blonde ponytail swished
     behind her like a horse’s tail.
    Obviously he didn’t have a choice in the matter anyways.
    “So, Mason, how’s your first day going so far?” Maisy’s chipper voice exploded with
    excitement as he pulled up the seat next to hers. He narrowed his eyes, glancing around
     at the girls seated at the table. His entire body stiffened as they all sighed in
     unison.
    Mason snorted, and shook his head as he stared down at the table. All of their glazed
     over
    eyes on him was not just funny, but a little freaky too. “
    Not bad, mouse. Not bad at all.”
    He leaned back in his seat, munching on a carrot stick. Maisy groaned at her nickname,
    and Mason smiled widely in response. That’d teach her to invite him over to a table
     full of hormonal fifteen year olds again.
    The