(You may be confused if you haven’t read the first part :)

I read my book in the silence of the library, my music playing in my headphones, I look up to see someone.

It’s Mason _again. _

I put my headphones off of my head_. _

_“Hey, you mind if I join you?”_

I nodded.

No words were spoken after that. On two separate sides of the table, he studied while I read ‘jane Austen, pride and prejudice’.

This reminded me of the first time we met. Growing up, being the quiet, bookworm, I was—I always read my book in the cafeteria. He would sometimes come and read with me, some days we talked—others—silent. But there was an understanding we had, just two people, _reading_ while everyone talked.

I finally had the courage to speak up again, days after. “Hey.” I said.

“Hey,” he responded.

“Are you busy Friday?” I asked.

“No, I actually just had some friends betray me, so my shedule is cleared,” he smiled.

“I am going to a book signing in Washington, would you like to join me?” I asked, I really wanted to go, truth was—I was going to go if he didn’t. But he said yes. That was how our friendship started, we went to the book signing, and were inseparable the whole night.

I was shocked how someone I could know so little about—was _so_ much like me.

Time pasted by, going to book advents, some concerts, going to see movies together. He had finally asked me to be his girlfriend and I was thrilled—tried to hide it though—as always.

But we bonded over our favorite movies, favorite books, pass times, hobbies, pretty much everything.

We were going 1 year strong, when a girl came to me saying she had a hunch something was going on with my bestfriend—at the time—and boyfriend—at the time. I didn’t jump the gun, but I curiously looked at her phone, wrong of me—I know. But I just had to know, turns out, recipes upon recipes of messages, they’d been dating for 5 months. _Crazy_ right? My bestfriend!!! Who knew we were dating and my lover at the time. Who I also considered my bestfriend too.

I cut them both off, I had no time or motivation to ask questions, maybe I should have, but I couldn’t face it.

I had just turned 18, him being 19 and her being 18 _too_. They were the only people I trusted, and yet they broke my trust _too_.

She tried messaging me back, and I eventually did talk to Mason, It took forever but I did, but never gave her a chance. He explained everything, how she wouldn’t leave him alone, I guess I just didn’t buy it. Maybe I was wrong, but I still couldn’t believe he would allow it—even if I was wrong—why didn’t he block her?

I started fading back to reality, I left first this time. Watching him get settled into the room next to me put nerves down my spine everytime. I had to watch him, see _him_. It reopened the past, and I wanted nothing of the sorts. He somehow wondered into my life, and was everywhere now.

_He wouldn’t leave. _

_Please just go. _

_You hurt me once, I don’t need to be hurt again. _

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“It’s going to be okay,” Leah said. (My bestfriend)

“But I have to see him every. single. day.” I whined. I was trying to say strong, but it was so difficult.

“You are so strong—you always have been. Remember when you still did online school even when you were horribly sick?”

I laughed, “The Good old days.” They really were the worst.

“That’s the spirit, see, you’re even being sarcastic. I’ve got to go, love you. You got this.” She hung up.

After a _lot_ of thought, I decided to talk to him. I had no other choice, I was going to be seeing him a lot, I had to make the best of this.

I slipped a note underneath his door.

_Please meet me in the east side coffee shop at 5. We need to talk. _

(Masons point of view coming soon!)