able to offer a response.
“You ungrateful little shit!” Brian yelled. “I should make you pay your own tuition. See how you like working for a living.”
Mason laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve already dropped out.”
Brian froze in his tracks, shock on his face. “You did what?”
Mason smiled, enjoying his father’s shock. “I dropped out. Those people can’t teach me anything — they might ask me something. My talents are better used elsewhere.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Brian shook his head in disgust. “Why would you drop out after wasting all those years? You get bored and give up and waste both your time and my money?”
Mason made a dismissive motion. “Degrees are so overrated anyway. Schools oversell their importance to fill seats in their classrooms — you’ll see what I can do when I put my mind to it. Besides, I never asked for you to pay, I never wanted to go to begin with. You guys pressured me into doing it in the first place,” Mason pointed out.
“You’re right, but what’s wrong with wanting to see my son succeed in life?”
“The point is — I’m a rebel, Dad. I don’t want to be part of a broken system. I’d rather fight it.”
“I’m done arguing with you, Mason. You’re going to go back to the school’s administration office and hope to god they let you back in,” Brian commanded. “If not, you’re on your own, young man.”
Mason stared at his father for a long moment. “All right, then.” He walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I wish things could’ve turned out different between us,” he whispered in my ear.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Then he turned and walked out.
“Get back here!” Brian yelled.
The front door slammed a few moments later. I was sure it was barely hanging on its hinges.
He’ll be back, I told myself. He was just pissed off and talking out of anger.
“Well,” I said wryly, “that’s one way to ruin dinner!”
Chapter 7
Carly
I awoke to the aroma of bacon, eggs, sausage and . . . pancakes? I sat up in bed quickly, squinting at the ray of sunshine hitting my face.
How long had I slept? I’d been in a deep sleep that felt like an eternity. The kind where you wake up and your limbs feel like they have lead in them. I was supposed to have kept watch over Mason until he woke up.
It was that damn dream , I thought, wiping at my grit-filled eyes.
For some unknown reason, I dreamed of the night Mason left. Now I felt like crap — the memory invoked negative emotions within me.
After a moment, I got out of bed and stretched before heading into the kitchen.
Mason was skillfully flipping pancakes with a skillet. Nearby, steam rose from a platter of eggs, bacon, and sausage. “Rise and shine, sleepy head. You were supposed to keep watch all night, but I know you’re a light weight so I’ll forgive you.”
“Take that off!” I said sharply, holding back a chuckle. His powerful biceps on display, Mason was wearing my pink apron. It looked super tiny on his muscular frame, like it was about to split apart. “You look absolutely ridiculous.”
Despite the silliness, Mason looked damn good to me. Of course he looked goofy as hell, but it was cute.
So much for the sexual tension being gone , I thought wryly.
The steamy masturbation session last night had done little to alleviate my desire. If anything, it made it worse.
Mason gave me a dimpled-filled grin. “Hey, I’m the Chef here,” he said as he shook the skillet. “Gotta look the part.”
I scowled. “You’re going to owe me a new apron if you rip that thing. You’re way too big for it.”
“Deal.”
I stared at the pile of food, my stomach growling. “Since when do you know how to cook anyway?” As far as I could remember, Mason didn’t even know how to heat up a cup of Ramen noodles. In fact, he probably hadn’t ever washed a dish in his life.
“I picked a few things up on my own.”
I crossed my arms across my
“You ungrateful little shit!” Brian yelled. “I should make you pay your own tuition. See how you like working for a living.”
Mason laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve already dropped out.”
Brian froze in his tracks, shock on his face. “You did what?”
Mason smiled, enjoying his father’s shock. “I dropped out. Those people can’t teach me anything — they might ask me something. My talents are better used elsewhere.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Brian shook his head in disgust. “Why would you drop out after wasting all those years? You get bored and give up and waste both your time and my money?”
Mason made a dismissive motion. “Degrees are so overrated anyway. Schools oversell their importance to fill seats in their classrooms — you’ll see what I can do when I put my mind to it. Besides, I never asked for you to pay, I never wanted to go to begin with. You guys pressured me into doing it in the first place,” Mason pointed out.
“You’re right, but what’s wrong with wanting to see my son succeed in life?”
“The point is — I’m a rebel, Dad. I don’t want to be part of a broken system. I’d rather fight it.”
“I’m done arguing with you, Mason. You’re going to go back to the school’s administration office and hope to god they let you back in,” Brian commanded. “If not, you’re on your own, young man.”
Mason stared at his father for a long moment. “All right, then.” He walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I wish things could’ve turned out different between us,” he whispered in my ear.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Then he turned and walked out.
“Get back here!” Brian yelled.
The front door slammed a few moments later. I was sure it was barely hanging on its hinges.
He’ll be back, I told myself. He was just pissed off and talking out of anger.
“Well,” I said wryly, “that’s one way to ruin dinner!”
Chapter 7
Carly
I awoke to the aroma of bacon, eggs, sausage and . . . pancakes? I sat up in bed quickly, squinting at the ray of sunshine hitting my face.
How long had I slept? I’d been in a deep sleep that felt like an eternity. The kind where you wake up and your limbs feel like they have lead in them. I was supposed to have kept watch over Mason until he woke up.
It was that damn dream , I thought, wiping at my grit-filled eyes.
For some unknown reason, I dreamed of the night Mason left. Now I felt like crap — the memory invoked negative emotions within me.
After a moment, I got out of bed and stretched before heading into the kitchen.
Mason was skillfully flipping pancakes with a skillet. Nearby, steam rose from a platter of eggs, bacon, and sausage. “Rise and shine, sleepy head. You were supposed to keep watch all night, but I know you’re a light weight so I’ll forgive you.”
“Take that off!” I said sharply, holding back a chuckle. His powerful biceps on display, Mason was wearing my pink apron. It looked super tiny on his muscular frame, like it was about to split apart. “You look absolutely ridiculous.”
Despite the silliness, Mason looked damn good to me. Of course he looked goofy as hell, but it was cute.
So much for the sexual tension being gone , I thought wryly.
The steamy masturbation session last night had done little to alleviate my desire. If anything, it made it worse.
Mason gave me a dimpled-filled grin. “Hey, I’m the Chef here,” he said as he shook the skillet. “Gotta look the part.”
I scowled. “You’re going to owe me a new apron if you rip that thing. You’re way too big for it.”
“Deal.”
I stared at the pile of food, my stomach growling. “Since when do you know how to cook anyway?” As far as I could remember, Mason didn’t even know how to heat up a cup of Ramen noodles. In fact, he probably hadn’t ever washed a dish in his life.
“I picked a few things up on my own.”
I crossed my arms across my
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