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silence afterwards was almost deafening, that is until her friends began their
    interrogation. They were like tiny cats in heat, ready to pounce and go in for the
     mate. One red headed girl in particular seemed to be the ring leader. Well, dictator
     was the better word. He hated her the second she opened her mouth.
    “So, I hear you’re going to be a professional surfer someday. That’s…” she licked
     her
    lips, “… hot.” With her fake ass nails, and plastered on makeup, this girl oozed with
     confidence that seemed to exceed even his own.
    Mason gritted his teeth. He’d dated plenty of girls like her at home. Why, now, did
     he
    find them so unappealing? He smacked his lips, “Yup, but I won’t be here long…” Yeah,
     he was being an ass, but she didn’t need to know a damn thing about him.
    He studied her, narrowing his eyes the more she opened her red, painted lips. She
     was a
    bitch personified, and he had a pretty good idea that she’d do some serious damage
     if she was ever rubbed the wrong way. Mason wouldn’t be rubbing her … in anyway.
    He leaned his elbows against the table and dove back into his lunch, chewing loudly,
     as
    he waited for the attention on him to cease. For once in his life, girls were actually
     annoying him.
    Or was it just because he only wanted one girl’s attention instead?
    “Well, I’m Chelsea, by the way, and I am very sure that you are going to find all
     sorts of
    reasons to want to stay here in Hillsdale.” She giggled, raising a hand to paw at
     his shoulder. He stared down at the evil talon clawing at his white t-shirt. Yeah,
     he really didn’t like her or her hands on him either.
    He scooted his chair back towards Maisy, plastic Barbie responded with an angry huff,
    and smacked her hand on the table top. He shrugged. At least, maybe, she’d finally
     taken the hint.
    The rest of the twenty minute lunch period passed at a snail’s pace. Mason barely
     spoke,
    as the girls continued to gossip around him. He only occasionally glanced at his sister
     to give her a goofy face, or an eye roll. She always answered him with a giggle. It
     was good to hear her laugh again.
    He stood as the warning bell rang, noting something dark out of the corner of his
     eye as
    he tossed his stuff in the garbage. He smiled, his entire body came alive. It was
     his little beast, with her gorgeous head of black hair cradled in small waves over
     her right shoulder.
    With a quick wave to his sister over his shoulder, he found himself racing like a
     crazed
    man to get to her. She was calling to him. She was like this beacon of heavenly light
     that he had to get to before it completely disappeared. He had to see her; he had
     to touch her in some way too. God he was a moronic, obsessed idiot anymore. It had
     to have been the open, country air of this town. Or maybe it was the lack of ocean
     water that had his brain all muddled too. He shook his head, his feet moving
     like lightning as he darted in between the circular tables. It didn’t matter.
     In that moment, she became his unattainable goal.
    He smiled slowly at the thought. He definitely liked to aim high.
    But just as he reached the edge of her group, the same guy from Friday
     night with the letterman jacket, sauntered up behind her. Mason stopped and held
     his breath as he watched the guy wrap his arm around her waist. He sneered down at
     the move, waiting for the right time to come forward, the right time to step in.
    He already hated the dude, and he hadn’t even met him yet.
    The hairy monster pulled her back against his front. The hug resembled something closer
    to a boyfriend’s embrace, but Harley turned out of his grasp, slugging him on the
     shoulder as she moved to the other side of the girl standing next to him. Mason blew
     out a breath in relief. Good.
    That was exactly what he wanted to see.
    Mason pushed himself closer, until he stood a good two feet in front of her. The entire
    circle shut up