I STOOD awkwardly outside the frat house, gazing up at the giant building with my lips pursed.
It was large... looking at least three stories tall and about three-thousand square feet... and genuinely modern.
The siding looked freshly painted... a soft silver that glistened in the moonlight, and the windows were all clear and peering into the party inside.
That looked like... a lot of people.
I swallowed something hard before sighing, and I raised my hand to knock on the door.
But it suddenly opened.
And I was met face-to-face with a red mask.
My eyes widened, and I took a couple steps back.
He remained silent, just watched me, but I just stared at him helplessly.
After a moment, he stepped aside, letting me in.
My heart pounding, I walked into the room, swallowing something hard when I glanced back at him.
He just closed the door behind me, gazing up at me before he turned, walking off.
Was that Asher?
Were they not allowed to speak or something?
That's... horrifying.
I now really wished Maddie was here.
I looked around the room, finding the main area crowded with people... the room felt hot and thick with all the bodies in here, and I started getting so overwhelmed I felt faint.
So I stepped over to a wall and slipped against it, catching my breath.
This is why I don't go to parties.
After repeating the words "I'm fine" to myself a thousand times, I decided to look up and take in my surroundings.
Despite the... hundreds of people, I noticed... in the far back, there was a small perch in the living area. It was relatively clear of human beings—well—all apart for the members of the FireNight.
Surprisingly... there weren't that many up there. Which was interesting. Mainly because the FireNight leaders were usually stuck up assholes and that looked like a perfect throne for them.
I'm talking about Mason.
There was something else that was bothering me, though.
I knew very well that Asher warned me, but... all of the FireNight men had a red skull mask on—almost looking like blood—and the only thing visible was their eyes and the bottom half of their chin... the rest of the area around their eyes were black with face paint... like actual skulls.
This is hurting my brain.
I just kept myself to the wall, staring at them curiously to witness their actions.
All of them were just standing there—up straight—completely silent, assessing the room with a darkness I could've never imagined.
And—as I kept scanning them—I noticed...
One of them stared directly at me.
My heart slammed against my ribcage, threatening to rip out of my chest.
Why did I come here again...?
This was a little scary.
It had to be Mason. Maybe Asher.
Hopefully.
Which one was it? Asher...? Or Mason?
I then scanned their hair color to see if it looked familiar, somehow.
My eyes then locked on familiar dark black locks that curled slightly at the top... the hair glistening in the hard lighting.
Asher.
Welp... I guess he knows I'm here now.
I actually think he was the one who let me in.
But... why was he staring at me? It made my hairs stand on end.
I swallowed something hard, glancing around the room.
"Mason!" a girl cried, making my head snap in that direction. "Get me another drink."
I then moved my gaze over, and immediately, my eyes widened.
Another man in a mask stood toward the end of the room, his blonde hair glowing in the lights, and on his arm... was a girl.
My brows drew together.
And—as if to clear my suspicions—the girl tore his mask of, revealing his strong features.
Mason.
He looked down at her in amusement. "You're not supposed to take that off, babe."
Babe?!
I immediately went over there, my heart pounding, screaming for answers.
"Mason?" I said then, slowing in front of him.
He immediately paused, looking over at me in shock.
"Cameron?" he said then, narrowing his eyes at me. "I thought I told you not to come."
"Mace, who's this woman?" the girl said, leaning on him.
I just glared, my heart pounding hard against my chest. "Who is this?!"
He didn't answer, just gritted his teeth.
"Who am I?" the girl echoed. "I'm his girlfriend! Who are you?!"
"Girlfriend?" I echoed, not believing this. "A blonde chick?! Are you fucking serious?!"
He just locked eyes with me. "Go home, Cameron."
And he turned and walked off, dragging the girl with him.
I stared for too long, anger rising in my throat.
That asshole! He was cheating on me?!
What the fuck?!
I just growled under my breath and turned, storming into the kitchen.
A guy had a cup in his hand, about to fill up on some alcohol.
I just snatched it from him, making him yelp. "Give me that."
And I dumped a bunch of alcohol into the mug, downing it seconds later.
I did it again and again until I was tipsy and satisfied.
I then handed him back the cup, slurring my words. "Thanks...."
And I wobbled off, ignoring his confused stare.
I then tumbled through the crowd, loving the buzz filling my veins and clouding my head.
After making it to the front door, I broke out and slumped down the stairs.
But my world suddenly turned and I fell forward, colliding with the grass.
I giggled, not feeling the pain as my high only turned my head further.
But I remained in the grass, enjoying the softness on my cheeks as I continued laughing.
I was cheated on. It's funny.
The front door suddenly opened, and I heard footsteps.
Seconds later, a man in a red mask knelt down beside me, his eyes glowing in amusement.
I just giggled again. "You look scary."
He remained silent, just guided my arm up and scooped me up.
I laughed. "Wheeee!"
He then carried me back up the porch steps, and I kept laughing.
"Your mask is like Jasper's," I giggled again. "It's from a book I read! I'm obsessed with dark romances, didn't you know? Jasper was scary, too! He's freaky."
The mystery man carried me inside, holding me in his arms as we walked through the main area and then up the stairs.
"Everything's spinning," I laughed. "I think I'm drunk."
We entered a hallway and he continued further down until we made it to a room, and he carried me in.
Seconds later, I was lowered into a bed.
I laughed again. "It's like in the book! It's like the book. Jasper took her to a room, too. When she was drunkers!"
The mystery man just stepped over to the bedroom door and closed it, glancing back at me.
I rolled over onto the bed, giggling still.
He just walked over to me and sat on the bed, gazing down at me.
I continued giggling, sniffing softly before gazing up at him. "Why did you carry me in here?"
His eyes were dark. "Because you're drunk and distraught. And I don't trust the other men in here."
That's the first time I heard his voice! It was so soothing, though.
I just snickered. "I'm not distraught."
"He cheated on you," he whispered. "Betrayed you. Yes, you are."
I just laughed and rolled over. "It's okie. I suspected he was, too. He never liked me."
The mystery man just stood and caught the covers, pulling them over me. "Get comfortable. With how much you drank, you're going to be hurling very soon."
I just looked up at him. "Who are you?"
He just chuckled. "That's a secret."
I just watched him curiously. "Wouldn't it be a gentleman of you to drive me home?"
His eyes darkened in amusement. "Angel, I'm not a gentleman. Now go to sleep."
I just watched him. "Aren't you going to take advantage of me?"
He gazed down then, his eyes glowing. "Are you always so talkative when you're drunk?"
I just pressed on. "Aren't you going to?"
He just leaned down, his face inches from mine.
I felt his mint breath dust my cheeks.
"You're hot as fuck," he whispered in a low voice. "Your breasts are full, your thighs are beautiful, and your circular glasses frame your beautiful face so greatly. Just looking at you makes me hard."
I breathed shakily, the spot between my legs started to throb.
"But," he added, "not—when—you're—drunk. I want you to remember what I do to you."
And he stood, gazing down at me gently as I caught my breath.
He just ran his pinky along my nose. "Now be a good girl and go to sleep. I'll take you back home when you're better."
I breathed shakily when he walked off to his dresser, pulling off his shirt (somehow with the mask on), and left himself shirtless.
"Are you going to leave me here?" I asked him.
He glanced back. "I'm getting shirtless. What do you think?"
I just shuffled up. "Are you gonna go for a girl? My friend Maddie is a good pick. She's blonde and very cute."
He just stepped over to me and pushed me back, making me collapse back onto the bed. "Lay down. And stop talking."
I gazed up.
He just kicked off his shoes and slipped in the bed beside me.
"Did you change your mind?" I asked him. "Are you going to touch me?"
"Shush," he said, laying down. "Stop talking."
I silenced then, but he just pulled the covers over us both.
He then set his masked face on the pillow, his dark eyes watching me. "Go to sleep."
"Why?" I asked him.
"I didn't ask you to question me. I told you to go to sleep."
"But I'm not tired."
He just covered my eyes, making me gasp. "Close your eyes at least."
I listened, letting my lashes flutter shut.
"Good girl," he praised, removing his hand. "Now just relax, okay? I'm right here and I won't let anyone else look at you."
I just sniffed and looked up at him.
His eyes were dark. "Close them. Now."
I then let them flutter shut. "Why are you taking care of me?"
"Because no one else will," he replied. "And I'm incredibly possessive over you."
I opened my eyes. "Why?"
His eyes were dark. "Cameron."
"But why?" I asked him. "I wear glasses... I'm not blonde."
"Close. Your. Eyes. Now."
I listened, letting them flutter shut.
"I don't care much about blondes," he said then, his eyes on me. "I just want you."
"This is funny if you're Mason," I giggled. "Because he chose one over me. Are you Mason?"
"No," he replied, tone dark. "Definitely not."
I just shuffled further into the bed. "What's your name?"
I felt his fingers brush some hair away from my face. "Let's keep that a secret for now, okay?"
I just looked at him.
He now grew annoyed. "If you keep opening those eyes, I'm going to blindfold you."
I let them shut then.
"Good girl."
"I just want to look at you," I expressed.
"I know," was his response. "But I told you to close your eyes, therefore you close your eyes, Angel."
I just huffed out an annoyed sigh, but he just tucked some hair behind my ear. "This place feels familiar," I said.
"It should," he replied.
"Really? I've been here before?"
"Numerous times," he replied.
"Oh... I don't remember."
"I know, Angel," he ran his fingers through my hair again. "Can you try going to sleep?"
"I'm not tired."
He sighed. "Well, I guess we'll have to wait then."
And gently, he ran his fingers through my hair.
My lips parted, and I felt a slight shutter pass through me.
"Does this help?" he whispered.
"Can I open my eyes?" I asked him.
"No," he responded.
"Can you take off your mask?" I said then.
He chuckled. "No, Angel."
"But... my eyes are closed."
"That's very nice, but no."
I pouted then, sniffing.
He just slipped a finger under my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. "Don't do that or I might bite it."
I just pouted more.
He chuckled, letting go. "Go to sleep."
I slouched back into the bed, my breaths softening. "Mason's going to be mad if he finds out I'm here."
"I don't care," he replied. "He's cheating on you. Just break up with him."
"I can't. My mom'll kill me."
"But he's cheating on you."
"She won't care." My voice was quiet. "Can I please open my eyes now?"
"No," he replied. "But anyways, if he can have a relationship with someone else, why can't you?"
"I don't know. Apparently, he finds this guy Asher a threat. Mason told me that I belonged to him and that I had to stay away from Asher. So... I guess it doesn't matter what I want."
His fingers went through my hair again, but gentler. "You don't deserve him."
"Who do I deserve?" I whispered.
"Me."
I giggled. "But I don't know who you are."
He ran his thumb along my forehead. "You will. In time."
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WHEN I WOKE up later that morning, the light outside my window blinded me.
I winced, groaning in annoyance as my brain smashed against my skull repeatedly.
"Oh, God..." I whimpered, covering my eyes, "the fuck did I do last night?"
I rolled over, parting my eyes as my head throbbed against my skull.
I glanced around through squinting.
I was in my bedroom... in my house.
What...? I didn't ever remember coming home.
But I sat up, groaning when my head pulsed repeatedly.
Ugh... hangover.
The last thing I remembered was learning that Mason was cheating on me... and then it got fuzzy.
But... I recalled a man in a red mask. I could not remember anything else about him or what I did with him.
I gazed down at my clothes, finding me wearing the same black dress... although my feet were bare.
Where were my shoes? I loved those shoes.
As I looked around the room, my eyes focused on my familiar pair of black block-heeled ankle boots with a small chain surrounding the ankles, and then inside them... were two black socks tucked in.
They were right beside my bedroom door, too. I sure made my room pretty after being fuck-ass drunk last night.
But when my eyes moved to the nightstand, my breath immediately caught.
Centered in the nightstand, was a glass of water that was clearly made from my kitchen, and next to it was a bottle of ibuprofen... unopened.
And right beside both of those... was a red rose that looked freshly plucked, neatly lying on the table with a couple petals scattered around it.
What the...?
A rose?
I immediately stood from the bed, pressing a hand to my head at the dull ache and picking up the rose.
I narrowed my eyes down at blood-red petals, and I then set it down.
Who took me home?
I then decided to walk downstairs and check to make sure all the doors were locked. They were.
Whoever was here... was long gone.
Word Count: 2415
a/n
So... thoughts on Mason now?
I like how Asher leaves little love tokens around... it's cute but also menacing at the same time.
Also, who do you think the mystery man is? You probably know, though lol
- Aspen
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