When Its Least Expected
“Mason slapped his palm down onto his desk. His other hand ran carelessly through his hair. Waiting sucked, especially today. Harley had yet to show up for class, and the bell had just rung. It wasn’t like her. Not Miss Studious. Not the girl who panicked whenever she got a tardy slip. He almost laughed at the thought, but then thoughts of the night before came creeping back into his head. His hatred towards himself grew with every, single breath he inhaled.
He tried calling her back, for over an hour straight the previous night. He needed to grovel, to tell her how sorry he was for being a grade-A asshole. The crap he said, damn. It was downright hateful, and he sure as shit felt like a dog. Hell, who knew if she’d even accept his sorry ass apology anyways. If he was her, then he’d tell himself to take a flying leap into the burning fire pits of hell.
At the time, it was as if he was in a jealous fog and could only think about the sting of his pride, not the results of his words.
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