Page 29 of Switching Skates
“Y-yeah. Got soooo wasted. Almost started drunk-calling people …” I trail off, needing to shut the hell up.
He bursts out laughing. “Proud of you, man. But come on.” He pauses, his eyes landing behind me, and my heart starts to race when I think there might be some magical clue that’ll tell him I’m not really Mason. “Ugh. There they are.”
He pushes past me and beelines it for the nightstand, grabbing a set of keys from the top. “Thanks. Are you still going for a run later?”
A run?
“Um … I don’t know yet. Not feeling great this morning.” I rub the back of my neck.
A smirk lifts his lips, and he clicks his tongue. “Yeah, I bet you don’t. Take a day off for once, Mase. You never do.”
“Yeah, maybe I will,” I agree with him, needing an out for whatever Mason actually had planned for today.
“I’ll catch you later.”
He disappears down the hallway, and I take a second to gather myself and my racing thoughts.
I have so many questions fluttering through my mind and I have no idea where to begin.
But there’s one that keeps rising to the top.
Is Mason in my body? Is this a weird thing happening between the two of us, or are there multiple people that I have to track down to sort this out?
One quick way to find out.
I need to go home.
Quickly slipping joggers over these shorts, I throw a sweatshirt and socks on and step into tennis shoes. I grab his phone and what I assume are his keys and head out of the door.
Something smacks the top of my head, knocking me backward, and I wince in pain as I rub the ache with my hand.
“What the hell?” I groan and look up at what hit me.
Oh my God, it’s the doorframe.
Ugh, this body is going to take a lot to get used to.
I just need to find Mason and figure out how the heck we are going to reverse this.
Ducking just under the frame, I successfully exit his room and head downstairs, taking them one at a time with my hands on the railing to my right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Easy now.
It’s like my legs are a thousand times longer, and it’s throwing my depth perception all the way off.
“Heading out?” Brock steps in front of the stairs, and I make sure my grip on the railing is strong before I fully look down at him.
“Yeah. Got a couple of errands to run.” I shrug, trying to seem normal … whatever the fuck that means.
“Cool. Where are you going? Can I tag along?” he asks as I carefully make my way down the last few steps to the landing, huffing out a heavy breath as my shoulders relax.
