Page 33 of If You Could Only See
Chapter 17
Shane~
If apaparazzo jumped out of thebushes and snapped my picture, it wouldn’t surprise me.
Apparentlybeing Mason Buchanan’sgirlfriend came with superstar status.
Mason had spenttherest of Saturday textingme and Sunday was pretty much the same, except for a brief phonecall in the evening.
Everyone hadbeen too busy trying to get alltheir last-minute things together for the start of school,that I hadn’t seen any Buchanans for the rest of theweekend.
But that hasall changed this morning whenMason pulled up to my apartment to drive me to class. He knew-and Ididn’t ask how-my school and work schedules, so he knew how limitedmy free time was. His solution was to be my chauffer. Since I stilldidn’t have a car, I couldn’t argue much, and if that was the onlyway I could see him, then that worked for me.
Because Ireally, really wanted to seehim.
When my mindwasn’t on work or school, Iwas thinking about Friday night. I had never expected to lose myvirginity to Mason, but now that I have and know what he’s capableof doing to my body…well, let’s just say, it was everything I coulddo not to jump him when he knocked on my door thismorning.
And that’s bad.
Very bad.
I’m soclose to getting my degree, Icouldn’t afford to let Mason Buchanan’s body and magnificent penisdeter me in any way.
But it wouldseem that it wasn’t just Mason Ihad to compartmentalize. After that bizarre group phone callwhere I assured them I was fine, Mason’s brothers had randomlytexted me throughout the weekend, as well. It was almost like…wewere all friends.Weird.
And now I hadpeople eyeing me like ascience experiment gone wrong.
Masonwas walking me to my firstclass of the day, and he was holding my hand for God and all tosee. That one little, boyfriend/girlfriend act was garnering looksleft and right. “Mason, everyone is staring,” I stated the obvious,as we got closer to my class.
Hejust snorted, completely unaffected.“Fuck ‘em,” he so eloquently instructed.
“Mason…” Ichastised.
He stopped meand pulled me into a small alcove enteringthe east building. He caged me in between his armsand peered down at me. “I will only say this once, so I need you tolisten and absorb what I’m saying, okay?” I nodded. “Anyone whodidn’t speak to you before Friday night, but tries to speak to younow is a user and an opportunist, Shane. Do not, and Irepeat,donotbefriend them.”
LikeI didn’t knowthat.“Oh, really, ohwise one?”
He triedbut failed to hide the smile thatcrept on the edges of his lips. “Don’t be a smartass,babe.”
My bodyinstantly warmed at his endearment. “Mason, I’m not stupid. I knowwho my real friends are…well,friend, and it’s always been Viola. Besides, between work andschool, I don’t have time for new friends.”
“Aiden, Michael andGabriel.”
“Huh?”
He leaned downand kissed the tip of my nose. “Your friends are now made up ofViola, Aiden, Michael andGabriel, baby.” Before I could reply, he pulled on my hand. “Comeon, let’s get you to class.”
Mason walkedmeto the door of my firstEcon class of the day and kissed my temple before ushering me intothe classroom. I was very aware that every eye was on me as I mademy way to a vacant seat. It was the most uncomfortable I have everbeen, and that’s saying something considering how many foster homesI was shuffled through.
I found a seatin the back and I was pulling out my laptop when a verywell put together and pissed offAmber, from Friday night, approached me. She sure didn’t waste anytime.
“So, is itsomekind of joke orsomething?” she asked, insultingly.
I straightenedmy spine, but I didn’t stand up. I would not let her think she was intimidating me. “I’mnot sure what you mean, Amber.”
She placed herhands on her hips and angerradiated off her stance in waves. “I’m talking about the fact that,out of all the girls on campus, Mason Buchanan choseyouto be his girlfriend.”
I liftedmy chin. “No joke. Mason’s myboyfriend,” I answered, my words chilly. It also wasn’t lost on methat we had the attention of almost everyone who’s beenseated.
