Mason (Fallen Crest High 0.5)

I gave her a half-grin, but hung my head at the same time. Mason should’ve been there. When I looked back up, Logan was studying me. Our gazes collided and he saw the pain in mine. Somehow I knew that he understood. He nodded, growing serious again. In that one second, we were on the same page. We both missed Mason.

That made everything worse. A burden like I had never felt before was placed on my shoulders. No one could get hurt. It was on me. Tate told me the secret, whether Logan’s feelings were true or not, I would shoulder it myself.

I didn’t wait for them to throw again. I grabbed another cup and downed it.

Mark’s mouth fell open, but he lifted his arms up in victory. “Keep going, Sam. Mom won’t do my laundry anymore so guess what you’ll get to do?” He dropped his arms and rubbed his hands together in an evil motion.

I didn’t care. My chest and throat were burning. I was willing to do anything to make that sensation go away.