Oh, Christ, not him! Anyone but him. Mason Gabehart is the absolute last person on Earth I want to see or deal with right now. Heck, I’d be over the moon if I never had to see his obnoxious jerk face ever again. And yet, there he stands, almost twenty feet away looking right at me, forcing me to acknowledge his unwanted presence. God, this day just keeps getting better and better.
I wince as remember the startled scream that left my lips when I realized what was happening, but it was already too late. Even after I fell, shock and shame had rendered my body paralyzed for several seconds, and all I could do was lie on the wooden floor in absolute horror, feeling deflated and humiliated. I just wanted to curl up and disappear. I still kind of do.
Oh, my God… It's him! V: hey, stranger :-) It’s only two words, and just a step above a generic ‘hello’, but I’m beyond ecstatic at seeing another message from him, especially after over two weeks of nothing. I realize I'm a lot happier that he’s contacting me than I thought I would be, and probably a lot happier than I should be.